Cold (2)

He pulled the car right to the middle of the hospital compound, pushing the car door open and banging it closed once he was out.

He quickened his pace, pushed into the hospital door, and ran down the hallway with a thousand and one thoughts running through his mind.

He felt numb and needed silence, but the steady chatter in the hospital was enough to push him over the edge.

In the waiting seats, a young boy was crying; he had a burn on his leg. He was about six years old, and his mother was trying to shove candy in his mouth, so he stopped.

A teen was smiling at another, showing off broken bottles in his mouth, and his painful chatter hurt Damon's ears.

He stopped a nurse, peering down at her, trying not to sound so desperate.

fuck it! He couldn't! He was running out of control, which he thought he had.

"A woman was pushed in here with a bullet wound two hours ago,"

"Sir, you can check with the receptionist behind you."

His teeth gritted, and the woman seeing the anger on his face, cou