“Excuse me what room is Mrs. Reynolds in?–"
“Complete name please." the nurse asked.
“Heather Reynolds" I tapped my fingers impatiently at the counter of the information desk.
After typing something on her computer, she turns to me "Mrs. Heather Reynolds is in Room 207. 2nd floor."
“Thank you.–"
I turned around and walked faster.
When I reached the end of the corridor, I noticed the elevator hadn't arrived yet. I didn't have the patience to wait for it so I took the stairs.
When I received the call from Uncle Ian about her wife's condition, my sister immediately drove me to the hospital.
She informed our parents but they said they won't be able to leave their work at short notice so they asked my sister to keep them posted.
I went ahead of her and was already jogging my way up.
