*SURPRISE PERSPECTIVE!*
I walk through the hospital doors, a cold rush of air blowing my hair every other way.
“Excuse me, may I help you?” Asks a secretary or nurse from behind the front desk.
“No, just here to see a friend. Bridgette Calavarie.” I say in my sweetest voice.
“Oh yes.” She wrote down the number of Bridge’s room on a sticky note and placed it in my hand. “There you are dear.”
I walk away from the desk, getting ready to get in, get out. My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I duck into the washroom to answer it, knowing damn well that you aren’t allowed to have these on in the hospital.
From: Ryan
Are u in? Jay is getting restless in th back. I think hes starting to get sober. Hurry up!
I shut my phone not wanting to know anything about what Jay or Ryan are doing in my new car, I just hope he doesn’t break another window or puke. I find my way to Bridge’s room, and knock politely.
The door instantly opens, and I smell flowers and baby oil.
“Hi.” I wave innocently.
Faces go white, people look unnerved, surprised, and shocked. ‘Well duh, no one here likes me anyways’ I think in my head before stepping into the room, knowing this will either be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, or the worst plan I’ve ever gone through on.
