THE WORST DAYS WILL COME

NARRATOR'S POV

                The buzzing sound echoed throughout the emergency room. Nurses, doctors, and relatives alike, walking back and forth wearing worried faces. Such as the dreadful atmosphere of hospital facilities.

The glass entrance opened as a blonde man came in as quickly as he can. His heart pounding wildly against his chest, sweat forming in his face, his hands fidgeting as his nerves remained unsettled. The news of Rachelle being rushed into a hospital shook him to the core, the thought of losing her made his brain go high wire.

Worried eyes search the crowd, desperately looking for his beloved.

"Excuse me?" a gentle voice called his attention, in front of him a brown hair woman stood.

"May I help you?" she asked as she eyed him from head to toe, searching for some sort of injure. Finding a reason for him to rush inside the emergency room.