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CHAPTER25
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Icame out of the cab and made my way to the hospital building. I walked to the receptionist in the lobby hastily.
“Hi,” I said in a quiet voice.
“Hello. How can I help you today?” the nurse asked with a soft smile that showed off her one-sided dimple.
“I’m here to see Mrs. Carmen Sanchester.”
“When was she brought here?”
“This morning.”
She typed loudly on the keyboard with her long fingers.
“And who are you to her?” she asked.
“A family friend.”
“Fourth floor, room 25.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said.
“Here.” She gave me a visitor’s card.
I went straight to the elevator, filled with two nurses and a small kid. I searched for room 25 when I got to the fourth floor. It was down the hallway at the left. I adjusted the big T-shirt and sweatpants and took a deep breath. I knocked on the door and gripped the cold metal door handle. I opened the door, and every head turned in my direction.
“Hi,” I said with a small wave, faking my best smile. I walked in and shut the door behind me.
Nana came to hug me. Nora waved at me from where she sat, reading aJ-14gossip magazine. Tristan was sitting next to his mom’s bed, holding her hand like if he let go, she would disappear. He turned to look at me. He had a red eye, as if someone had punched him in the eye. I wished I were the one. I would have given him a bloody nose too. He stood up from his seat. His eyes scanned what I was wearing.
“Hey,” Tristan said.
I could see the questions written on his face as he stared at the clothes I had on me, but he didn’t voice them. He reached to hug me, but I walked away, pretending not to notice. I glared at him, taking the seat next to Nora.
I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look his way. I turned to look at Mrs. Sanchester. She was still asleep.
“How is she?” I asked Nana, who kept a brown blanket around herself like it was freezing inside the room.
“She is better. The doctor said she will be discharged tomorrow. Don’t worry; it was nothing serious,” Nana said with a warm smile.
I took a glance at Tristan. He was staring at me. I wanted to ask how he had gotten the red eye and if it hurt, but I turned away and picked up my phone. I hated how much I cared. I want to hate him for everything he said last night.
“Everything okay, honey?” Nana asked, drawing my attention away from my phone.
“Huh?” I mumbled, a bit confused at her question.
She gestured toward Tristan, who was sitting next to where his mom lay. I looked away, not sure of what to say.
“You should take him out for a little air. I’m sure he’d listen to you,” Nana said, giving my hand a warm squeeze.
“Everything is okay, Nana,” I assured her.
“I have spent eighty-seven years on this earth, so I can sense when something is not right,” she said.
Maybe it still was all pretense for him and nothing more. Vina had warned me about getting myself tangled in his mess, and I had fallen into his webs of lies.
