IRENEI walked straight to the front desk of the hospital, clutching my purse on my shoulder. I would have gone straight to meet Amelia, but I didn't know her room number or which floor she was staying, so I had to submit to the front desk first.I met senior nurse Mara; according to the inscription on the name plate pinned on the left hand side of her nurse uniform. She stood there, flipping through the pages of the file she held.“Hi, I'm looking for Amelia Pierre's room please,” I said, surprisingly smoothly. She looked up from the file at me. “Good day Ms,” she greeted, her tone professional. “How are you related to the person please?”I kept quiet for some seconds, playing with my fingers. “She's my…. I'm her husband's best friend. Conrad Pierre and I are family.”The nurse glanced at me, hesitating to speak. Then, with a soft tone, she said, “I'm sorry but I can't give out personal information about our patients.”I instantly shook my head once. Then, I took out my phone from m
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