Sharon Marsh, distraught and terrified, frantically dashed through the same medicinal halls of the hospital that Stan had walked through not three hours ago. She was wearing the grieving face that had so disgusted Stan back then. It seemed like ages since that time.
Sharon panted heavily, but not from the strain of running; the hysteria for her only child consumed her every breath as she envisioned the worst. I came as soon as they called, she cried to the nurse behind the counter after catching her breath.
Name please, the other woman demanded, hardly even looking up.
Sharon Marsh, my son is here, he was admitted an hour ago.
The woman stopped pecking her fingers against the keyboard and lifted her eyes in annoyance. With a sigh, she corrected herself. Name of the person you are here to visit, maam. Sharon was taken aback by the coldness of the nurses words. Didnt she know that he son was somewhe