Sydney grasped the handle of her handbag, hastening her steps as she walked through the corridors.
Sydney was led by an assistant who took her to the VIP room where Anna was admitted but compared to the both of them, she was in a more hurry to see her daughter than the assistant was.
Her heart was racing, and she hoped everything was well.
The notion of her little angel suffering miserably really got to her, her heels clicking its way through the area, as they headed to the VIP ward. Moving closer, she had so many thoughts.
In what state was her daughter?
Was she feeling better, or was she in severe pain?
Were her feelings related to the sight of the hospital?
She reached for the door and said, "Anna," but as she did, she noticed a second hallway with doors next to it and glass windows that showed the hospital's autumnal surroundings.
