chapter 43: trauma

Mark's Provo

My phone rang. I let it ring for some time before answering it. It had been ringing for hours I can wait for 60 seconds more.

“ Hello, it's Lisa! Ivy Stroked_,”

An hour later I was navigating through the body road to get to the hospital. I cursed. If only I had taken more care when it came to her.

“ Move your piece of shit!” I shouted at the street vendor.

“ People don’t know how to be cautious,” I commented. The tires of the car screeched on the gravel road as I sped past the hospital.

I rushed out of the car after a few minutes and headed towards the reception.

“ IVY, where is she? She was brought here a few hours ago_" I looked at the receptionist. I glanced at my hands, they were shaking, sweats dotted on my palms.

I felt air depart from my lungs.

“ Where is she!” I shouted at her. She looked at me then that hehe computer.

“ Her full name please?” she asked, her honey voice laced with ignorance.

“ To hell with courtesy, “ I said and marched to every ward. I