I could remember how I got there but it was all a jumble of thoughts in my head.
One moment, the hospital hallway was a blur of frantic footsteps and hushed voices; the next, I was talking to a doctor, Belinda was holding my hand and then I was talking to a nurse and then, I was talking to the doctor again.
Now, I was being led into Marion's private room.
The air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic and I hated the smell of that so much.
I quickly rushed to Marion's side the moment I saw him, my eyes filling with tears as they streamed down my cheeks.
He lay on the bed, his once-strong frame now fragile and weakened by his sickness.
His mask was off and now, I could see the pale truth of his condition, but his eyes, those deep, kind eyes, sparkled with a gentle warmth as he saw me approach.
"Selena… ma chérie…" he whispered, his voice raspy and I nearly collapsed into his arms.