When I walk into the hospital, I feel completely lost. Snagging a nurse, I ask where I can find Ash.
“And your relationship to the patient?” she asks in a dry, unimpressed tone.
“He’s my boyfriend. He was just brought in not too long-“
“Sorry, dear,” she interrupts, not sounding the least bit sorry. “It’s family only allowed.”
She walks off without another word, and I stare after her with my mouth hanging open. I can feel myself cracking. The adrenaline of the attack had carried me this far, but now I just feel tired and miserable. I need to see Ash. I need to prove to myself that he’s ok. The last three days have been an emotional roller coaster, and I’m way passed what I can handle. The tears start flowing freely and before I can react, huge sobs are racking my lungs so I can’t br
