Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Eleven

Dear God,

                  I beg you to look after my little girl. I beg you to see that she's just too young for you to take right now. God, please look down on her and help her, and give me the strength to get through this. Please don't take my baby.

"Miss Perry,"

I run as quickly as I can, unable to feel my feet as they move beneath me, ignoring those trying to stop me. My body aches. My heart is tearing. My head pounds. My eyes are sore. I feel sick. None of that stops me though as I sprint through the hospital corridors, dodging all the people in my way.

My breathing is intense, whilst my heart beats too fast for me to hear. I'm covered in my own liquid, pure sweat and tears. My hand runs through my damp hair in absolute fear, unable to tell where in the hospital I am because every wall just happens to be the fucking same in these places.

It's hard to see through the tears in my eyes, but I then manage to pick out the desk located just a few meters away. A woman sits behind it, her eyes fixed on her computer in front of her. I immediately run towards her as fast as possible.

"Excuse me," my voice is so shaky and croaky from my crying that it sounds almost unfamiliar to myself. My throat feels like sandpaper, as if my skin is being torn off when I swallow. "Samantha Hudson. Please, uh, where can I find her?"

The woman behind the desk looks up at me in slight disbelief, tilting her head forwards so she can look at me over her glasses.

"Erm, that depends Mam. What is she here for?"

I try to recall the short conversation I had previously had on the phone to one of Sammie's friends just twenty-five minutes ago. My mind was too much of a  blur at the minute that I just couldn't think.

"A-an assault," I stammer, "s-she's been assaulted." My memory begins to slowly come back, "She's been stabbed."

I feel vomit rise to the back of my throat as the words actually leave my mouth. I feel the color leave my face as I take in deep breaths in order to keep myself calm.

"She'll be in accident and emergency then, Miss. That's on the third floor." She attempts to give me directions to an elevator and staircase but I've already fled down the corridor. I thank her as I run, my eyes reading all the signs around me to find where I can get up to the third floor.

I imagined that maybe I would bump into Shannon at some point, since I hadn't even given her chance to stop the car before I was already out and running through the hospital doors. I couldn't sit there any longer. The drive here was already bad enough.

My legs stretched enough to get me up three steps at a time up the staircase, the need to see my daughter giving me the energy to sprint up them despite the weakness of my body. I let out a loud cry as I'm running, feeling the hot liquid from my eyes flow down my cheeks even quicker than before and I feel as though I'm suffocating, drowning in my own tears. It's too much.

I burst through the doors on the third floor, my heart pounding through my chest and my hair sticking to my now sticky face. Some doctors stare at me as I run straight down the corridor, whilst some scowl at me for running so quickly and getting in peoples' way.

I look around, not knowing where to go now or who to talk to, so I just stop the first nurse I see.

"Samantha Hudson," I say to her, hoping that my daughter's name may be of some familiarality to her. My reply from her is just a shrug, to which I groan in annoyance.