Getting back the player

Ch. 15 Too much of me in one place

Chapter 15

             A hot pink hoodie hugged my shoulders and went over my head. The rain patted against the top of my head. With every pat, I grew more annoyed. My breathing was in a proper pace while I running inside the hospital. I pull onto the metal rod but it refused to open. I clench my teeth and mutter swears words under my breath. Obviously it wasn’t closed. From the push of the door from the man beside me, he entered. He gave a stare of confusion at me.

                Oh... You had to push? I stare forward and read Push. I swear that wasn’t there before. With full force I open the doors and enter into the lobby. Once the door was closed, the howling of the wind started. Why am I noticing everything that’s making a sound? I kept on going forward to get in line to sign in as a visitor.

                   Oh. My. Gosh that’s a HUGE line! Is there a celebrity in the hospital!? I tap my finger impatiently on my wet jeans. Come on, come on! I need to go see the demon!

                    “Err...Err... I... I...I n-n-eed...Ur... What was...I...I...I. Who did I want to...v-v-visit again?” An elderly man was first in line and speaking with the secretary. I huffed and tightened my face as if I ate a lemon.

                  “Mandy, sir... What is her last name?” The secretary asks the old man. I cross my arms like a little stubborn child. The last time I was in the hospital for Damon was for his toe. I can’t let the same mistake happen twice. I will not go to a mental facility this time. So I probably shouldn’t start running against security.

             “I-It was... Who...?” The man asks. My jaw drops. Oh for... I breathe in all the hospitals air and then felt the need to puke. The smell that I detested so much was completely out of my mind. I could no longer take the stuttering and the long line. I start marching down to the secretary ignoring the line of people.

            “Excuse me there’s a line,” The secretary warns me. I press the palm of my hand onto the counter and jump over it and end up beside her. I scoot her over and stare at the computer screen. Her mouth opens in shock but I was too impatient to care.

             “Make a sound if I get the right name,” I instruct the old man. “Is it Mandy Smith?” No answer.

             “Mandy Moore...” No

             “Mandy Cook...?”I ask and he makes a face but no respond.

             “Mandy Black...” No

             “Mandy Schestivsaha,” No

             “Mandy Heat,” No

             “Mandy Brown,” No

              “Mandy Foster...!?” I ask and he makes a sound with a small sound. I look over the computer and hand him the room number and raised my head “203, who’s next?” Another elderly woman raises her weak hand and goes into the counter. I began threw the list of names again and we easily got to the person. The next two were middle aged and instantly made them go.

              “Okay, next!” I yell out “Come on people, I’ve got a date with a demon!” A young girl about my age comes forward. Her long finger nails were popping bubble wrap and chewing bubble gun. Both pops were annoying me. I gave her a death glare and she stops the pops.

               “Damon,” She tells me. Oh, there’s another Damon in the hospital?

              “Last name,” I tell her quickly.