CHAPTER 83: MULTIPLIED PROBLEMS

"I just hope she's fine. I hope it's nothing so serious. Oh God, not now," Cecilla said, shaking in her car seat. The car looked like it was going extremely slowly, even though it was already speeding. "We'll get there in no time." Paul tried to calm her down. He grabbed her hand and rubbed comforting circles on it. Looking out of the window, Cecilla sighed as different thoughts started running around in her head. "Did Sarah say anything earlier when she called?" She asked Paul. "Yes, she was about to put Christian to sleep. She called to ask if we were at the hospital already."* He answered. They had dropped Christian at home before they proceeded to the hospital, not wanting him to be there. "Why's the road to the hospital so damn long, by the way." Cecilla groaned; she didn't realize that their family hospital was as far as that. "Just one more minute, and we'll be there," Paul said. He could see the hospital's tall building from afar. It stood out amongst the other buildings,