We arrived at the hospital a half an hour later. I got out and my knees felt weak. I felt like slapping myself across the face, telling myself to get with it. I felt pale and Frieda must have seen it too, because she came over and put her arm on my shoulder to steady me.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked. We both stopped before the large rotating doors of the Montview hospital.
“Yeah. I’m okay.” I lied.
We stepped into the ice-cold lobby of the hospital. I rubbed my hands on my arms as the goose bumps appeared on them.
“Redding.” I said to the secretary at the desk. She flipped through a small book and pointed to the left.
“Room 2503.” She said, not even looking at us. I rolled my eyes at her and left the chilling lobby.