Chapter Six

“Where is our granddaughter?” A lady's voice said.

“Ma’am, before I can tell you anything, I have to know who you are even talking about?” the male nurse says.

“Who the hell do you think we are talking about?” The man roars.

“Your hospital contacted us and said you found our granddaughter and that she was severely hurt. So where the hell is she?” A man's angry voice said.

“Sir, please quit roaring at me. I am trying to do my job,” the male nurse cried.

As I lay in my bed, I am enveloped by the warmth of my covers. However, my peaceful sanctuary is disrupted by the chaotic symphony outside my room. The voices, a mixture of angry shouts and urgent pleas, seem to penetrate through the walls, disturbing the tranquility of my sleepy haven. Despite my desire to remain in a state of drowsiness, each word and syllable pierces through the haze, jolting me into a state of alertness that I am not yet ready to embrace.

As time passes, the commotion outside seems to intensify, as if the wa