Tiffany
Larry offers to drive me to the hospital and even though I think enclosed spaces are becoming a little bit too much for both of us, I accept. In the car ride, he plays soft music to ease the silence but I find my voice as his car rolls to a stop in the hospital parking lot.
"Is she going to be fine, Larry?" I ask, panic-stricken. "I'm just so afraid."
He shoots closer to me and palms my face in his hands. "Don't worry," he whispers. "She's going to be fine. Plus, I'll be here by your side."
I nod just as I pull away from him and climb out of his car.
Larry follows suit and locks the door before accompanying me into the hospital. At once, we are greeted by the smell of bleach and medicine and the fear comes again. Instinctively, I tug on Larry's shirt, too nervous to do anythi
