Olivia

By the time we arrived at the hospital, I was a mess. We had to fly all the way back to New York, to the countryside where she lives. Logan kept assuring me that she will fine, but deep down, I couldn't stay calm.

"My grandmother is admitted here," I said as we approached the reception.

"Name, please."

"Elizabeth Patrick."

"Give me a minute, please," she bowed down to the desktop. "She's in room 4 at the—" I didn't wait to hear her remaining words and sauntered away.

We stepped into the elevator, and I tapped my foot in anxiety. "Calm down, Olivia. I'm sure she'll be fine," I...