Bright, blinding white lights reflected off similarly colored tiles and walls as they rushed through the hospital. Glances and double takes were given to the three women who traveled along the hallways in a quickened pace; it wasn't everyday people saw identical triplets. Well, more accurately they were clones, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt the bystanders.
Alison and Sarah were at either side of Cosima, looking the most distraught of the three. Her arms were practically depending on those of her sisters, her feet only moving due to their rushed steps. "Guys, you gotta stop. I can't-." They ignored their spectacled sister and proceeded. Sarah and Alison knew if they were too late Cosima would never forgive them nor herself.
"Cos we gotta move. There isn't time to waste right now." Choppy English flew between the three of them as they rounded a corner. Her tired eyes noted the signs above and beside them, making sure they were going the correct direction. "If you don't get there in time she could-."
"The quicker we get to our destination, the quicker you can have a seat, Cosima." Alison jumped in to protect the struggling clone from Sarah's upcoming bluntness. It wasn't like Alison to openly discuss the topic of death despite the fact that she was frequently involved with it in some capacity. "Whoop, this way dear." With a tug they zipped around another corner.
"Oh!" Sarah yelped and the three of them hit the brakes and stopped, a wheeled bed zooming past them. Their eyes widened simultaneously as they each recognized the situation. It all became clear in the blink of an eye. Alison's head snapped at Sarah. Sarah's mouth hung open slightly, eyes locked on Cosima. Cosima's hands covered her mouth, holding back an agonizing, lurching wail.
Three chests rose and fell heavily. Three women were frozen in the hallway of the hospital. No one spoke or moved for what could have been hours, days, years. Cosima brought her hands down from her mouth slowly, though her lips quivered and trembled as her emotions were barely kept at bay. Dreaded strands of dark hair moved gently as her head shook back and forth in the slowest motion; this could not be real.
"She was. In front of me. Two hours ago." One hand makes its way upward again, her index and middle finger press against her lips. Their kiss flashed in her mind. Those words. Those shared looks. "Delphine…"