421 Say It Straight

Emily almost stumbled as she rushed out of her room. She waved down a taxi and jumped inside. "Take me to St. Mary’s Hospital, please, as quickly as possible."

The streets were quiet at this late hour, and the car sped along with ease. The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, offering a kind word, "Don't worry, miss. Everything will be alright."

Emily took a moment to respond, then said a quick thank you. "I... I’m not that worried."

"You're out here in your bathrobe; it sure looks like you're in a hurry," the driver sighed. "Did you even grab your wallet?"

Emily hurriedly explained, "I have my phone, I can pay you online."

"I'm not worried about you paying. But a woman, dressed like that, out so late—it's dangerous. Even if you're in a hurry, you have to protect yourself."

Only then did Emily realize her state. She was still in her hotel bathrobe and slippers, her hair damp and dripping water.