Olivia
By the time we arrived at the hospital, I was a mess. We had to fly all the way back to New York, to the countryside where she lives. Logan kept assuring me that she will fine, but deep down, I couldn't stay calm.
"My grandmother is admitted here," I said as we approached the reception.
"Name, please."
"Elizabeth Patrick."
"Give me a minute, please," she bowed down to the desktop. "She's in room 4 at the—" I didn't wait to hear her remaining words and sauntered away.
We stepped into the elevator, and I tapped my foot in anxiety. "Calm down, Olivia. I'm sure she'll be fine," I felt Logan's hand on my shoulder.
"I don't know, Logan. I pray so." The elevator door was taking time to open. By the time it did, I wasted no time charging out. I spared each room a glance before sto
