And then what?And then what? by lautitia
"What's going on?"
"We're on our way to the hospital."
"I'm already there."
Her cell phone had been ringing non-stop ever since she heard the news about Mike. People were asking her what she knew, where she was...what to do.
The streets were remarkably empty for a Saturday night. They were clear and open, lined with shops and businesses that were locking up their doors for the night. Pools of orange poured from the streetlamps, a pathetic attempt to guide a driver through the roads, which were effortless to navigate as it was.
Soon, it came into view -- the tall, intricate building with its name emblazoned proudly at the top in green. Ever since that day in January three years ago, she'd prayed that she'd never have to return to the hospital. The place that never brought any good for her. The walls were too clean, the floors, too shiny. The way everything was sterile just reminded her of why she was here, reminded her of whatever hardship she had to face when she was there