As the doctor closed the door, I rushed to the receptionist, who handed me a form to sign as soon as she saw me. I didn’t even bother to read as I put my signature on it. After handing the form back to her, I turned to one of my guards, who asked confused.
“Sir, do we go back or stay here? There’s a little problem under there.”
“Stay here; Carlos will deal with it. I’ll be right back; call me if anything.”
“Alright sir.”
I rushed to the hospital parking lot to get my car.
The doctor who was going to work on my wife was not qualified; only one person that I knew was going to help in this situation. ‘God!’ So I drove at high speed to church.
I couldn’t think straight; I wanted to be with Jessica, but there’s nothing I could do even if I was with her right now. Praying was the only opti
