EXCERPT
"Are they talking about
admitting her?" Megan asked, trying to keep the horror out of her voice.
From their conversations the doctors hadn't thought hospitalization would be
necessary and she could receive her chemo as an outpatient. If the emergency
room doctors were considering hospitalization for anything other than
dehydration and nausea, then Anya was not in good shape. If so, all the
optimism and perky tones in the world wouldn't do her any good.
"I don't know,"
Bryan repeated, clearly frustrated. "I don't think the doctors know!"
"Okay, okay," Megan
said, trying to calm Bryan down. "I'll be there soon. Let her know,
okay?"
"Yeah," he said
weakly and mumbled that he needed to go and he'd see her soon.
The phone clicked, signaling
the call was disconnected and Megan had to fight the urge to put her head back
and close her eyes as she merged onto the interstate. Thankfully the rush hour
traffic was dissipating.
Minutes later Megan was
maneuvering through downtown, silently cursing every red light. She had been
able to see the hospital since she exited the interstate and was anxious to
reach her destination.
Finally, the light turned and
car in front of her rolled through the intersection. Megan made her right turn
into the hospital parking garage and felt her pulse begin to race.
It wasn't fear of being too
late, but the fear the unknown. Having just seen Anya earlier, Megan wasn't
sure what kind of state her best friend was going to be in.
The parking garage was across
the street from the hospital and Megan collected the ticket so she could
proceed further into the underbelly of the garage and begin her hunt for a
space.
Parking was a nightmare—almost as bad as the ones she had been suffering
at night. She reached the third level before she found a parking spot in a
distant corner of the garage. She quickly trotted to the elevator, waited for
what felt like hours, and wrote it down to street level.
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