Snippet #9931

Abbea walks down the sterile white hall of the hospital, wrinkling her nose some at the anticeptic smell. Shed hidden for three days from the truth, the truth that Carson was in the hospital and it was her fault. But no one knows that. The nurse had told Abbea which room it was, and told her to go on in. So here Abbea was, standing outside the door to the room, almost too scared to go into the room. Finally she raises a hand and gently knock on the door to Carson's hospital room.