He didnt waste time stopping by the Admission's desk to ask for the room number. He had enough with stupid Girls who makes you wait for years to answer a simple question. Instead, he flipped his phone on, dialing her number while walking around inside the corridors, peeking in each rooms he passed by. It didnt took long before she picked. And as quick as she was with answering his call, was her answer.
"207, ICU" With that she hung up. Perfect. He just passed that Unit.
He turned his feet and headed back to the East Hall, following the arrow that lead to ICU. As he drew closer to the ward, the heavy scent of alcohol and chemicals began to fill his nostrils. That corridor leading to the ICU hall seemed dimmer and for some reasons it feels so sad.
Intensive Care Unit. Unit for those whose condition are in great danger.
It's meaning began to sink deep in his mind. And as it's meaning began to register in his mind, his feet began to feel heavy as lead, as his heart began to hammer loudly inside his chest. His whole body began to feel weak as he drew closer to the ward's closed doors.
This must be fear.
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