Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 8

　　I watched the buttons light up for each floor I went down, it was like time slowed as I watched the numbers tick down. I was nervous, impatient, and trying to hold all my pieces together, Sally’s voice going through my mind on repeat, repeating the words that I felt would stop my heart from beating. Only there it was still thumping painfully in my chest.

　　When the elevator doors opened on the bottom floor, I took off running, my shoulder smashing into the elevator door having not had enough time to open completely on my way out. The hospital wasn’t far, and I made it there in under five minutes. My heels slid on the floor outside my mother’s ward door as I gripped the door handle and walked in.

　　The ward was full of doctors moving other patients out. Sally stood amongst them, her green scrubs standing out amongst the doctors in their white coats. Sally was looking at the clock, probably wondering if I was going to get here in time. Seeing me, she came rushing over and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Imogen.”

　　I nodded, watching as another patient was wheeled out and transferred to another room, leaving only my mother, a doctor, Sally, and myself.

　　The doctor was an older woman in her fifties. She had greying hair that reached her shoulders, pulled back with a clip, kind soft brown eyes, and pale complexion. She was wearing a doctor’s coat and white scrubs. Her name tag read Laurel.

　　“Hi, you must be Imogen?” she said, reaching out and grasping my hand softly between hers.

　　“The Medical Ethics Board has decided to remove your mother from life support. In doing so I will just prepare you for what will happen next.” I stared at her, my face completely blank. I think I was in shock, but at the same time I understood everything she said, even nodded a few times.

　　When she was done, she asked If I wanted some time alone with my mother. I nodded my head and they both walked out, leaving me alone with her. I walked slowly over to her bed and held onto her hand. Looking down at her, she looked like she was just sleeping, her face was slack with the tube hanging out of it keeping her breathing. I stroked her hair gently.