Without This Marriage, I Am Nothing

Amelie stood before the hospital registration desk while the nurse was looking up Sophie's name in the system. Even these few short moments of rest were enough to help her come to her senses as she didn't want to appear before Sophie in such a distressed state. 

For once, she was grateful for the nurse's slow fingers. 

"Sophie Fisher, room 315, recovery ward. She has just finished her physical therapy."

The nurse's chipper voice rang in Amelie's ears, jolting her back to reality. She smiled, thanked the nurse, and headed straight toward the elevators, pressing the cold round button to take her to the third floor.

Leaning over the elevator's wall, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the elevator's mirror.

'I look horrible... I am ditching work today; I should just spend this day in bed.'

As that decision was made, the elevator doors slid open and Amelie walked through the long, brightly lit corridor, searching for Sophie's room.