"I saw the video. It was terrifying. A white sedan suddenly sped up and charged through. It looked intentional. It was right when school was dismissed. The ground under the wheels was covered in blood…"
"People like that usually use mental illness as an excuse to take revenge on society."
Chatter echoed in the room.
Valeria's mind went blank with a sharp buzz.
The plastic water pitcher slipped from her hands and thudded onto the table, spilling water across the surface.
Lindsey hurriedly grabbed some napkins to wipe it up. She thought Valeria had just lost her grip, but when she looked at her, she saw that Valeria's face was paper-white.
"Valeria, are you okay?"
Valeria staggered backward, her coat still hanging on the chair, and rushed out in a daze, stumbling as she went.
Her phone was still in her hand.
"Are you Selena's mother? This is the emergency department at Slate City Medical Center. Your daughter, Selena Neal, is currently being treated in our facility…"
…
It was the first time Valeria had so many people in one place at the hospital. There were so many cries and screams.
Stretchers wheeled past her, bright red blood dripping onto the stark white tiles. It was her first time noticing just how large the city hospital's emergency department was.
Everyone's faces were twisted in grief, pain, and despair.
A woman slightly older than herself was covered in blood, clinging to a doctor's arm, collapsing to her knees. "Please save my child! I'm begging you. I'll get on my knees. I'll do anything! Please…"
Valeria's face was ghostly pale as she looked around, lost and dazed.
There was neither sorrow nor joy on her face. Her expression was blank, as though she had stepped into a foreign land of anguish and dread.
When she opened her mouth, no sound came out. She tried several times to speak to someone in a white coat, but her voice failed her.
The person pushed her aside, directing her to the nurse's station while dialing numbers and trying to reach various doctors.
This place felt like hell to Valeria.
Only in hell could there be so much crying. Only in hell could it be this cold. Only in hell could the floor be stained with so much blood that even the cleaning ladies couldn't scrub away, smearing the white tiles beneath her feet.
She moved through pain and despair, past the cries of countless parents. Her vision was a blur. Then, she finally saw a familiar face on one of the hospital beds.
She ran over, nearly falling.
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