Emma's face contorted in a pained expression as her eyes belabored the waiting area of the hospital, as if searching for a solution to her predicament, her mind conjuring up visions of Robert in critical condition with this gigantic obstacle now standing in their way and refusing to budge, threatening to derail their quest for medical attention.
The taxi driver noticed Emma's distress and inquired with real concern, "What seems to be the problem, madam? You look worried, and I would like to help if I can."
Emma's red-rimmed eyes from unshed tears stared into the driver's compassionate gaze as she explained, "They're requiring me to buy an admission card before Robert can see a doctor, and I'm afraid we don't have the money.
The driver's face turned a picture of sympathy; his facial feat
