Her Last Wish

Her Last Wish - Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven
Sang
(Friday)

I stare up the ceiling of North's room, unable to remember how I got here. I know that when I arrived at the house, no one was here so I locked the door behind me, dived into the shower, and got ready for bed before sitting on the couch with my iPad playing Subway Surfers. I must have fallen asleep and one of the guys had come home and carried me up to bed, but I don't remember any of it.

And for the last hour, I've been lying in bed staring at the ceiling, a sick horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach keeping me awake.

Something isn't right and my first instinct is to check on Nan, but it's five o'clock in the morning and I don't want to disturb her sleep. Yet, I can't just lie here and wonder. I have to see her and I have to see her now.

Climbing out of bed, I go to the bedroom door and pull it open, listening for sounds of movements, but I don't pick anything up. My eyes adjust to the dark easily and I make my way down the hall and down the stairs until I'm in the family room where I left my bag last night.

A soft snore from the couch has me pausing for a heartbeat. I tip toe over to the couch, and find a figure lying on the couch asleep. Only because it is so dark, I can't make out who it is. Inhaling deeply, I pick up the manly musky smell that belongs to North and smile. I thought it may have been him, but I could have been wrong. Looks like I was right anyway.

My lips tilt up and I turn around, picking up my overnight bag and pulling out my clothes, before making my way to the downstairs bathroom to change. Black leggings, a tank and a light sweater over the top. I find my shoes and slip my feet in them, deciding to just leave my bag in here so I don't disturb North.

Exiting the bathroom, the walk down the hall to the front door, collecting my handbag that I left by the hall table and hooking it onto my arm and finding my keys. Disabling the alarm with the code Nathan told me, I open the door and slip out into the early morning.

Sang's iPod: Celine Dion - Because Of You

Sometimes, I wish having a sixth sense didn't exist. My gut has never failed me, it's always told me when something bad is coming for me. So why would it be wrong now?

As I walk through the quiet deserted hospital that feeling in my stomach intensifies so much I'm sure I'm going to throw up.

Getting in the elevator, I push the button for Nan's floor and wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans, trying to stop them from shaking. I don't succeed, and as the cart comes to a stop, the sound of my beating heart echoes in my ears.

The doors open, the dimly lit corridor of the hospital comes into view and I step out, taking in the low lights and the brighter ones over near the reception desk.

The lady behind the desk looks up from her computer, glances at me, looks away and then quickly looks back, her eyes widening. "Sang, what are you doing here?" she asks, quickly getting to her feet.

I frown. "I needed to see Nan, just be with her. I won't disturb her sleep."

"Let me just go and check on her," the lady says, rounding the desk.

I quickly step forward and stop her by wrapping a hand around her bicep. "It's fine," I murmur, offering her a small smile. "I won't wake her."