I folded the letter back into the book. Bas gave me a sideways glance.
"Hospital?"
"Hospital."
When we made it back to car I asked him where we were supposed to be going.
"Are you sure?" I asked, trying to pull out of the parking out.
"Almost positive."
The car ride wasn't long, as the familiar building came into view. The two of us walked in side by side and walked into the front doors.
Before we could get any further, a figure blocked my way.
"Oh sweetie-" a voice I recognized said before squeezing me into a hug, "how have you been lately?"
It was Esther, the nurse who was with me when I was still recovering from the accident. I hugged her back, her short height still prominent.
"I've been alright," I replied, not wanting to explain the current dilemma we were in.
"Well that's good to hear, did you two need anything?" she asked. She looked between the both of us.
"We were actually looking for Doug," Bas interjected.
"Doug should actually be coming down soon, his shift is almost over," she said, smiling slightly. She said goodbye and left. Five minutes later, a man came down the stairs, coat tucked under his arm.
"Hey Doug," Bas said, stepping forward.
"Hey Sebastian," the man greeted, looking unsure but still smiling, "What brings you here?"
He glanced at me for a second, then did a double take. An expression clouded his gaze.
"You must be Fiona, right?" he asked.
I shook my head yes, unsure of how to react to that.
He nodded slowly then began to speak again.
"Come with me for a second."
He led us up a flight of stairs, making us wait outside an office once we arrived. After some rustling he came back with an envelope.
"I believe this is for you," he said, handing it to me. I took it wordlessly, watching as the same expression from earlier came back onto his face.
Before we turned back completely, I heard him mumble something incoherent.
Shaking his head, he went the opposite direction. We left soon after that.
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The unopened envelope sat between Bas and I in the car.
"It's getting late."
The sun seemed to be sinking through the rain splattered window shield.
"Then I guess we're heading home."
As the two story building came into view a thought suddenly came to me.
"Shit, I didn't think about the gas."
"It's okay, I'll fill the tank before my parents come home."
"Thanks kid," I said, ruffling his head.
He rolled his eyes.
"We're continuing this tomorrow?"
"Like you brilliantly said earlier, don't be stupid."

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If I Found Finn (#Wattys2015)
Short StoryFiona Rothfield hates everything. - Or the one where she's trying to come to terms with losing her best friend and happiness isn't a feeling anymore. (a series of letters, dialogue, and mishappenings) short story #492 (3/14/15)