Ethan
I don't remember parking… I don't remember closing the car door.
I only remember running, running like my life depended on it… because, in a way, it did.
The hospital opens up before me like a damned white maze. Long corridors, cold lights, distant voices. Everything is noise, everything is nothing.
"Clara…" I murmur as I move forward.
My steps are quick, clumsy, desperate. I almost bump into a nurse, someone says something, but I don't stop, I can't.
My heart pounds, so hard I can feel it in my throat. In my temples. In every part of my body, she's awake, she's awake.
I repeat those words in my head like a mantra, as if I'm afraid they'll disappear if I stop thinking them.
I turn down the corridor, one more. And then… There it is, the door, her room.
I pause for just a sec
