The Hospital
The dark mist cleared into the night that surrounded him in tiny specks of charred coals as Teddy scanned the poorly lit parking lot, and the rain poured down over them. “Alright, Tess. We’re here. You’re going to be okay.”
Like he was on the road to deliverance from the nightmare they found themselves in, he staggered across the pavement toward the emergency department sign. “Third, you’re Sean and Sara Osulf now. Your father is Howard.”
For being so petite, she was like a floppy, wet sack of hundred-pound potatoes the way her limbs flailed around as he walked.
He tried to keep hold as he gritted his teeth and tossed her upward. “It’s okay. I got you. Had to move you around a little.”