When they entered the emergency waiting area, Cory approached the information desk.
“I’m here to see Jessica Iverson.”
The duty nurse told her she’d been admitted and to take a seat. She turned back to her computer. Cory didn’t sit but remained standing at the desk. Another nurse, wearing a hospital smock covered with smiling teddy bears, summoned Cory to follow her. At the swinging doors leading into the urgent care wing, she held up a hand. “You’re both relatives? Family only.”
Cory opened her mouth to protest, but Kevyn turned toward the plastic seats in the waiting room. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait here. Go on.”
She followed the nurse in silent rubber-soled shoes past a series of curtained rooms filled with people connected to tubes and machines. The air was sharp with disinfectant and filled with the sounds of sucking air hoses, soft pings, and hushed voices.
The nurse stopped by a curtain pulled closed on its ringed track. She touched Cory lightly on the upper arm. “Remember, visiting hours are over in twenty minutes, dear.” She drew the curtain back a few inches and retreated to the nursing station.
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