Chapter 13
As I walk up to the information desk, a twinge of apprehension runs down my spine. My last memory of this place was being wheeled out of here after having taken a knife to the face. Good times.
“How can I help you?” the woman at the desks asks. Her eyes briefly settle on my scar but then quickly shift to my eyes.
“My name is Sparrow James. I was born in this hospital eighteen years ago. I was wondering if there was a way to find out who my doctor was or who the nurses were?”
Confusion clouds the woman’s face. “Can I ask why?”
“I don’t have a lot of family medical history. I’d like to ask someone a question about the night I was born.”
“Well, you can’t just go up to labor and delivery. That floor requires an access code. Let me see if I can talk to the floor nurse at their
