Petersons

He pushed open the door as they both entered the hospital. The droplets of rain formed perfect small circles on his shirt, the strand falling on his forehead were fully drenched in the rain, as the drops dopped on his cheeks. His stride slowed towards the counter as people moved past him hurriedly. The hospital was in chaos. Being pushed aside, Aaron walked closely, making way for the people rushing. It was a mess; the stretchers were rolled in the beating of hearts could be heard from the walls. The air was cold inside.

"You sit here. I will go and ask the receptionist," Ben nodded and sat down at the nearest seat. They were the rust coloured couches that made your back straighter and stiffer than before. The squared table had various magazines, which he grabbed as Aaron walked towards the reception.