Chapter 8
The next morning, I ran down the narrow hospital hallway, reading room numbers as I passed doors. After Drika hadn’t shown up to work and I’d tried her house many times, I’d contacted her neighbor. He’d found her unconscious on her kitchen floor.
I couldn’t even remember driving to the hospital.
John had said they were seated in the private waiting area by room 1213. I bumped into an empty wheelchair and apologized to it, then realized I was way too panicked and slowed down a little, taking a second to breathe.
Drika would be all right. She’d be just fine. They were operating on her right now and everything would be a-okay.
“Chris,” a male voice called out, and I turned to see John waving me over from an open door. “We’re in here. Come on.” John and Drika had known each othe
