SOUR PATCH

• Chapter Forty

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•CHAPTER FORTY

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Marloe Loise Steven

I have died a thousand deaths after the longest three-hour plane ride home.

By the time we landed all my energy piped up as the adrenaline is now rushing, flowing to my veins.

"Relax we'll be there in no time," Phillip said reassuringly as we sauntered to the exit of the airport. Well, run to the exit.

I ignore him once again and continue with my pace.

"The car is waiting outside. Do you know which hospital she is in?"

He asks carefully once again.

All through the ride home, Phillip has been so nice to me, walking on eggshells around me, trying to calm me down engaging me in small talks. And not once I said anything.

Partly because I'm so exhausted, I feel completely drained and I don't have the energy to have a civil conversation. My mom is fighting for her life in the hospital, that's all I can think about.

But this time I pause on my tracks and look at him. Because shit, I have no idea which hospital my mother is in.

"Give me your phone," I order groggily.

This is the first time I spoke after my break down in the bathroom.

In a heartbeat, Phillip's phone is in my grasp and my father's number is ringing.

"Phillip?" My dad answers confused. I swallow the lump in my throat before I answer.

"It's me Loise, which hospital did you take my mom to?" I ask, my voice surprisingly did not waver as we walked towards the exit of the Airport.

"Loise?" He asks once again more confused. He obviously doesn't expect me home so fast.

"Dad! Which hospital? Now!" I order my voice raises by a few octaves, as we are now outside and walking to Philip's waiting car. He is leading.

"Oh the one near the airport-wait are-" he said but I cut the call.

Thank god we are just five minutes away. I almost wail with joy.

"The nearest hospital here," I tell Phillip's questioning gaze, who is standing by his car.

"Good, come on," he said and opens the back seat of his car. I slid in hurriedly and he followed.

I furrow my eyebrows but then I noticed a man in the driver's seat. He has a driver? He must have called him back in New York.

Once again, I am breathing heavily. Oh god. Please don't let anything happen to my mom. I keep praying in my head until I realize that we are now in front of the hospital.

I wasted no time in pushing the car door open and leaning down to grab the bottom of my dress and yanking it to my thigh. Then, I started running. I'm not even bothered that I'm still wearing the long blue dress and my hair is a mess, don't even get me started with my face... I am sure I'm no better than those walkers in the walking dead.