102. Family line

[Kian]

As I entered the hospital, the staff in my tracks hurried and stood aside, holding their head in a bow.

The thick scent of medicine hung heavily in the air. Nausea hit my guts, but ignoring it, I headed towards the private ICU wing of the hospital.

My footsteps echoed as I continued down the corridors, which gradually turned emptier and quieter until I reached the decontamination chamber. I put on the gloves and mask before entering it. I shut my eyes and a fine mist of disinfectants sprayed all around me.

Once the process was complete, the doors to the other side opened automatically.

The nurses in scrubs rushed across the corridor into the ICU ward.

Aamna paced near the door of the ICU ward, fidgeting restlessly.

Looking completely disheveled, Jackson talked to someone on the phone, peering outside the window.

“Thanks, Zion. Yeah. Yes. I’ll send you the details about the meeting. Yeah… um-hm. Alright! Thanks again, man!” Jackson hung up.

“Why can’t I enter?” Aamna walked u