I can heal her.
Kate's POV
We trudged through the hospital's automatic sliding doors, the antiseptic smell hitting me. I have always hated the smell of antiseptic. I approached the reception desk, my heart racing with anticipation.
“Hi, I'm here to see Grandma Quinn,” I said, trying to sound confident.
The friendly-looking receptionist looked up from her computer, a hint of confusion on her face. “I apologize, but I don't see any Grandma Quinn in our system,”
My heart sank. “That's impossible. She was brought here earlier today. Her ward number is 708,” I felt a surge of panic rising in my throat like bile.
“What if your parents had moved her to a different ward?” Zoey asked. There's a probability that she was right. I wouldn't be so surprised if that was the case.
The receptio
