Haunted by an Angel

Chapter Four

As we arrived at Saint Mark's Hospital my anticipation and worry begain to build.  I would be lying to say that I hadn't silently cried the entire ride. My heart pounded and my mind raced.  I didn't know what I would do if they weren't okay.

The detectives hadn't uttered a word to me in the last half hour, and I didn't quite know what to make of it.  You would think they would affirm of deny my fears of the condition of my parents, but nothing was said.   Silence, was my enemy, and at the moment, it was eating me alive.

Parking in what seemed to be the farthest parking space from the door, the detectives slowly made their way from the car. One stood at the rear of the vehicle while the other came to open my door. As soon as it was open, I made a run for the nearest entrance, gaining quite a lot of stares from onlookers.  Paying them no mind and heading for the information desk, I hardly noticed the two men jogging up behind me.

"Hi, could you please direct me to Daniel and Tracy Masterson's rooms please?"  I ask shaky and out of breath.

The woman gave me a questioning look before turning to the detectives that were currently holding up their badges.  Being satisfied with what she saw, being it the proof of authority or just the sex appeal of the two men, she begain typing away at her keyboard. 

After what seemed like hours, she finally looked up at us.

"It seems that Mr Masterson is currently in surgery, but I can't seem to find a Tracy Masterson anywhere in our files." She stated.

My heart sank.  How could that be?

"Surely there's a mistake.   You see they were in the same car.  I was told they were both taken here.  She has to be here."  What little composer I had left was beginning to crumble.  My legs were as jello, and I felt sick. "Please, check again!" 

I didn't mean to raise my voice, but this was my mother.  We may not always get along, but she was still my mother.

"I'm sorry, but I still can't find her in my system."  The nurse said sympotheticly.

I then saw Detective Augustine lean over the counter and whisper something in the nurse's ear.  She nodded and proceeded to type something into the computer.   Seconds later, she looked up at him and nodded with what looked to be sympathy written on her face.

"Miss Masterson, can you please come with me?" It was the first time that I had heard him speak.   I had to say that I rather liked the sound of his voice.  Oddly enough it carried a relaxing vibe to it, although his words alone made my hair stand on end.

He ushered me to the room that is off to the side marked 'Meditation Room'.  It was mainly used by those that wanted to pray, or be by themselves for a while. For some reason I felt I would be doing just that in a few minutes.

"Miss Masterson," he started as we sat down.

"Sydney. "

"Sydney," he took a breath. Oh no, this couldn't be good. "I'm afraid that the reason that your mother can't be found in the system is because she was never placed into it in the first place."

"What do you mean? So, she's alright? She's got to be if they never admitted her here." I was trying to reason and make myself feel better.

"No Sydney.  You see, your mother was never put into the system because she was never even brought here.  Sydney, your mother was pronounced dead at the scene.   I'm sorry."