Chapter88 Worrisome
Eula felt a surge of anxiety upon hearing this; Angie was frail, prone to sickness without warning.
"Okay, I'm on my way."
After hanging up, she hastily told the driver.
"Tom, please head to Central Hospital as quickly as you can."
Tom glanced at the boss in the rearview mirror, waiting for his word.
Noticing her urgency, Judson commanded.
"Drive to Central Hospital—and step on it."
With orders from the boss, the driver swiftly changed course.
Judson inquired, "What's the matter? Who's sick?"
One of the kids must be sick again, he thought. He remembered the last time he'd seen her at the hospital, looking so frazzled as she rushed Angie in for care. Managing three kids on her own couldn't be easy.
Tears welled up in Eula's eyes as she stared ahead.
"It's Angie, she's got a fever again. She had febrile seizures last time. And I'm not there; I just hope she's okay."
She clenched her hands together tightly, wishing she could be by her daughter's side.
Judson pulled out his phone and dialed quickly. "Mr. Brown, please keep an extra eye on Angie Lowe. She's got a special condition and she's in the hospital right now. Yes, thank you so much!"
After ending the call, he stretched out his arm and pulled her into a comforting embrace. "Don't worry. The doctors will do everything they can."
Eula, gripped by her anxiety, hadn't noticed the phone call. Her eyes echoed her worry; she couldn't focus on anything but her need to be at the hospital.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Central Hospital.
Eula bolted from the car the moment it stopped. Judson sighed, rubbing his forehead; she was always thrown off balance by news of her children being ill.
He hurried after her, his long arm reaching out to pull her back into his hold. "Judson, you can go back. It's chaotic in the hospital, and there's waiting, tests, shots—it's a hassle. We can just cab it home later."
She thought he was talking about driving them back home afterward.
Judson kept her close, preventing her from sprinting off again.
What has she gone through to react like this? Isn't getting sick just a part of life? Does it have to be this much of a panic?
"Eula, I know where they are. Stick with me," he said softly.
Despite being eleven at night, Central Hospital was bustling.
The sounds of crying children and the chatter of adults created quite a cacophony.
Judson led her through the doctors' private elevator up to the thirteenth floor of the inpatient ward, into a private room.
As soon as they entered, they saw Angie lying in bed.
Eula rushed from his arms to check on her daughter. "How's Angie? Did she have a convulsion?"
Her two sons, seated on the sofa, looked up as she approached Angie. Dewitt said, "Mom, don't worry. Angie's just got the flu. A few shots and she'll be right as rain."
Rodolfo turned to the man at the door with a word of gratitude. "Thanks, Uncle!"
Mary looked bewildered as she recounted the evening's events to Eula. "Eula, something strange happened tonight. While we were in line to do an exam, the intercom kept calling out for Angie. We told the nurse that we were Angie Lowe, and next thing we knew, we got ushered up here.”
