The sterile smell filled her nostrils as Izzy walked into the hospital, her heart conveyed sadness at her mother's condition and joy that she had the money to pay for the treatment as she walked through the busy halls to get to the emergency ward.
Those two emotions were replaced with panic when she moved the curtain to the now empty bed that her mother had occupied earlier that day.
Panic rose quickly in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the bed. Why would they move her mother. Was she too late? Had her conversation with Jeremy taken so much time?
A nice looking nurse noticed Izzy's panicked expression and came to her rescue.
"Young lady,were you the one who came earlier to see the patient in a coma?"
Izzy snapped out of her panicked mood and into a controlled mood.
