The Frozen Ground flaws

雨水 [22] / [35]

I tried to hail a taxi, but none would stop for me. I had to hurry. To stop her. After 10 minutes of trying, in vain, to get a ride, I decided to walk. It was two miles away, but I started running. I had to get there before she aborted our child. Our future. Our life. After what felt like a lifetime, I reached the hospital.

It was a dark, dank place, and though sunlight shone overhead, this place had a dark, musty air about it, but upon entering, it smelled of disinfectant like any hospital, and there was a lot of white to project the aura of cleanliness that could never quiet disguise the ominous air of the place. Or maybe that was just me. Anyway, I reached the reception desk, and asked.

―Where is Adeline?

―Who?

The receptionist responded impatiently.

―I'm going to need more info than that. Are you here to visit a patient?

―Yes.

And I gave her Adeline's first and last name, as well as my own.

―She was discharged 10 minutes ago.

She said after checking the monitor. It enervated me significantly. I asked the same question over again, but the answer didn't changed. I asked another question.

―Did she finish her surgery?

―Yes, a week ago, actually. What relation are you to her?

She added those last words with a strong degree of curiosity.

―I am . . .

I couldn’t say anything. Next moment, I said to the receptionist desperately.

―Could you give me her number? I need to contact her urgently.

She looked at me in a suspicious way, and refused coldly.

―Sorry, sir, according to privacy protection regulations, I cannot offer personal information to anybody without patient consent.

I had no choice but to leave the hospital. A week. So I was too late. She cleared everything up related to our life together. Including me, memories of us, and our baby. Our future.

I leaned on the wall outside of the building. I asked questions to Adeline, spoken inwardly, but as if she were there. How could you be so cruel? How could you tear my heart out like this? Am I really nothing to you anymore? Was our memory so easily erased from your life, like it was nothing?