Nefretiri
Holding my stomach, I take the risk of looking around. I couldn't hear Jackie's Porsche, so maybe I'd lost her again. The building we were in front of was a sand-colored complex with a large blue sign that read St Joseph's Hospital, cancer centers of Colorado, in white letters. The sight of that has me inwardly cursing. This hospital had been on the map I'd used earlier, and it showed that I was way off course from where I was supposed to meet Greg. As bad as I felt, there was no way I'd make it to them now. The only thing I could think of was to go inside where Jackie couldn't outright attack me and call for someone to pick me up.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I wasn't, but I didn't want to bother the woman. She wore a pink raincoat and held her umbrella over both of us. Not that it mattered to me; I was a wet rat. "You should go inside. It seems to be getting worse."
