Rose's fingers danced across her phone screen, urgency guiding each tap as she called on her escort, the pale looking pilot to prepare for a flight back to the States. The projects in China, significant as they were, now faded into insignificance compared to being by Blake's side.
As she arrived in no time at her private hanger, she wasted no time heading to the hospital. The entire time it felt like the car couldn't move fast enough. Her fingers continued to tap on the door side as she stared at the traffic.
Eventually she arrived at the hospital and wasted no time time rushing in.
As the hospital doors swished open, revealing the antiseptic-laden corridors, Rose quickened her pace.
She quickly signed in at the reception area and immediately was told the room Blake was admitted.
The hurry in her steps mirrored the rapid beats of her heart as she rushed towards the room.
