Unspoken Dread

I don’t remember a single traffic light on the drive to the hospital. I don’t remember the cars I overtook or the people who honked because I was weaving through traffic like a madman.

I couldn’t have told anyone which roads I took even if my life depended on it because my mind wasn’t in that truck anymore. It was already in the ICU with Aria.

Every horrible possibility kept forcing its way in