Mrs. Isabel pushed through the double doors; She had come as quickly as she could after speaking to Elvis on call. The thought of her granddaughter injured made her chest tighten with fear.
"Where is she? Where is Maya?" Mrs. Isabel asked breathlessly at the front desk as her eyes looked around.
The nurse glanced at her clipboard before answering. "She's in surgery, ma'am. Third floor, pediatric wing."
Without waiting for further instructions, Isabel headed to the elevator.
The elevator ride felt endless as she kept tapping her fingers anxiously against the side panel, her reflection in the metallic doors showing a pale face with lips pressed into a thin line. When the doors finally slid open, she nearly ran down the hallway of the hospital.
She spotted Lisa, Elvis, and Estabel standing outside the surgery room. Elvis was pacing and Lisa was seated, her hands wringing together as she tried to keep her nerves calm and in check.
