Hazel

As we approached the hospital entrance, the automatic doors slid open and the sterile air conditioning of the hospital hit me on the face. I could hear my heart beating as if it would come out of my chest, each beat echoing in the white waiting room as Adam followed close behind.

"I need to see my husband. He was in a car accident. I just got the call", I blurted, voice rough with panic, at the receptionist, a young woman with blonde hair, a white nurse uniform and a name tag reading ...