Isabel sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap her knuckles had turned white. Her breaths were shallow, shaky, as Lena drove through the streets with terrifying speed. The tires screeched as they turned into the hospital parking lot.
The car barely came to a full stop before Isabel flung the door open and jumped out, rushing toward the entrance with her heart in her throat.
"Isabel! Wait!" Lena called, slamming her door and running after her.
Inside the hospital, the sterile smell of disinfectant hit her hard, bright lights, people in scrubs, everything blurred.
She stormed straight to the reception desk, her voice frantic. "Isaac Dun! Where is he?! I was called! I'm his emergency contact!"
The nurse blinked at her in alarm, typing something quickly.
