Josiah
I still insisted we stop by the hospital before we did anything else. I told Chris I could call someone to drive me, but it was his turn to insist: he would take me himself. I didn’t have my name badge, but it was no problem, I called security and had them buzz us in through the employee entrance.
My need to see Olivia, to be near her, was becoming urgent. I couldn’t be bothered to offer my usual friendly greetings to the staff, going down the halls at such a brisk pace that Chris was almost jogging to keep up with me. I stabbed the elevator key impatiently. If I hadn’t been so damn tired, I might have just run up the five flights of stairs, rather than wait for the impossibly slow elevator, which seemed intent to stop on every floor on its way down.
We emerged on the pac
