Melissa rushed into the Emergency Room, ignoring the confused looks she received from the waiting patients. She rushed to the front desk, immediately demanding, “Where is she?”

                The woman, who was typing away at her computer, slowly stopped to glance up at her through her thick glasses. “Name please?”

                Melissa glared. “Hastings. Spencer Hastings. She was in a car crash. Where is she? I’m pretty sure you’re the one who called me in the first place,” she snapped.

                The woman’s brown eyes instantly dulled at the mention, and it gave Melissa a terrible, shuddering feeling. “Visitors aren’t allowed into emergency operations.”

                She clenched her fists. “You’re not going to let me see my own…she’s in an emergency operation?”

                Letting out an exhausted sigh, the woman nodded. “Prepping for the operation as we speak. Why don’t I have somebody lead you to the other waiting room closer to the OR?” She quickly stood up, signaling to a younger nurse with purple hair and big, sad eyes.

                “Don’t you need someone’s approval before you just cut her open?” she questioned angrily. “Did she agree to this?”

                The girl with purple hair spoke up, opening the door for Melissa. “It was urgent, Miss.”

                She said nothing else, simply following and glaring as the nurse led her down a few never-ending halls that eventually led to the painfully unsmiling waiting room. White chairs pressed against the white walls, and a white table sat in the corner. “I’ll have a doctor speak to you as soon as they can.”

                Melissa nodded furiously. She just wanted answers!