Elena
The cab came to a slow stop in front of the hospital, snapping me back from reality.
I paid the driver and stepped out, my boots clicking faintly against the pavement. The large white building stood before me, its glass entrance reflecting the afternoon sunlight.
For a moment—I didn’t move.
More like, my body refused to move. I honestly don't want to go in—but I'm already here and I have to go inside and get things done immediately.
My gaze stayed fixed on the hospital doors as if they were the entrance to some battlefield I didn’t want to step onto and I could feel my heart beating too fast.
A sudden wave of nausea churn in my stomach—but thankfully it wasn't as worse as the point I have to vomit right here for it to ease.
Each thump echoed loudly in my chest,
