At The Hospital

Arriving at the hospital, Pru parked the car and got out, followed by Lasci.

“She’s going to need a wheelchair. I’ll go get it.”

Lasci nodded at Pru’s offer as they both got out.

Then, opening the back driver door, Lasci gently shook Purity’s shoulder, “Hey, wake up. We’re here.”

It took a moment, and she finally opened her eyes, asking, “Are we at the hospital?’

Lasci nodded, responding, “Yes, and Pru went to get you a wheelchair.”

“Oh, okay. Can you help me with my book bag?”

Lasci went to the back passenger side and grabbed the bag off the floorboard.

“They’ll probably need proof for next of kin. My id card should be in here,” she said, flipping the bag over with one hand.

Now Lasci knew why they couldn’t find identification on her. No one checked the zipper around the bottom of the bag.

“Thank you,” she said and unzipped the bag, “Ah, here it is. I was worried it’d get ruined in the accident, but everything looks okay.”

Just then, Pru came out, pushing a wheelchair towa