Chapter Thirty-One
I Officially HATE Hospitals
I frantically threw open the doors to Roscoe Hospital and ran up to the nurses desk. I could feel the stares of curious onlookers burning holes in my back. I ignored them. Nothing mattered to me other than Travis.
"May I help you miss?"
"Yes, I'm looking for Travis Strong?" The woman looked at me with sympathy in her eyes.
"Mr. Strong is currently in surgery. He won't be out for another five hours if all goes well." I pounded my fist on the desk in frustration as I bowed my head to hide my tears.
"Thank you." I turned around and headed for the door when I heard the nurse speak.
"Miss, are you a friend of Mr. Strong?"
"Yes." She looked at a list on her desk and looked back up at me.
"Are you a Miss. Lillian Randall?"
"Yes." She went around the corner and motioned for me to follow her.
"Mr. Strong's parents are currently waiting outside of the surgery room. You have a full view of the surgery but don't bother the surgeons. Mr. And Mrs. Strong requested that if you showed up that you be allowed to see Travis." We turned a corner and I saw two people staring in a window that I could only assume let them see Travis. They turned and saw me. Smiles spread across their faces as they walked over toward us.
"You must be Lily. It's so nice to finally meet you. Travis talks non-stop about you. We knew he would want you here. You're his best friend." They looked back to the glass separating me from him. I saw that they were working on stitching his lungs. The sight was hideous. No just the sight of the surgery but also the sight of his face and his cut chest. I turned around and covered my mouth. The nurse took me by the wrist and led me to his room. I sat in a nearby chair and soon found my way to sleep.