Lyra - POV
The news shook me more than I wanted to admit.
I took the steps to the hospital entrance one at a time, stopping at the doors to pull in a slow breath. My palms were damp. My heart was running ahead of me. Will the head doctor give me a hard time? Will he take one look at me and decide I don't belong here?
I shut that down before it could spiral. Negative thinking wouldn't get me through the door.
I went in.
The antiseptic smell hit first clean and sharp and familiar in a way that settled something in my chest. Nurses and ward boys moved in steady patterns around me, checking on patients, crossing paths, carrying purpose with them. People in the waiting area sat with worried faces, eyes fixed on doors they were hoping would open with good news.
I found the directory and fo
