I ran through the hospital halls as fast as my feet could carry me, amidst the white walls that reminded me of a ghost-town. I could hear my footsteps echoing, as if I was running the length of an endless cave. As if the entire world had fallen quiet and time had frozen. My heart was racing. My breathing had become rapid. There was a pounding in head that made me want to beg for it to stop.
I ran toward the room which the lady at the front desk had told me they had taken Mr. Smith. I was trying to search for the room, stopping briefly at each door to see what number it was. But I didn’t have to look any further, for, at the end of the ghostlike corridor, I saw Adam.
He was sitting on a chair outside in the hall, leaning his back against it as he stared into nowhere. I came
