She paced the width of the white hospital floor. It was quiet in this area, the VIP Section of the building. They charged extra, but Tasha decided to take that money from the patient's account after he recovered.
She finally sat down on a chair when her legs started to ache. Running fingers through her messed up curly hair, she thought of all the things that had happened last night.
She had ran to the venue of the accident the moment she saw the familiar face on her phone. And she didn't have much trouble getting there because she had had just left the place that night. She remembered standing frozen for a while, simply staring at his body being carried on a stretcher into the ambulance. She had looked up at the others around them.
They were taking pictures, of course. Dazed, she got inside the ambulance too, saying she was a colleague. His face looked very different from the last time she had seen it, which had been less than an hour ago.
