"Hospital?" Fiona echoed, dazed.
The word barely settled before she was moving.
Her bag hit the couch behind her in a careless drop, forgotten the same second it left her hand. She didn't think, didn't pause. She just rushed out, urgency tightening every step like a noose.
Less than an hour later, she was at the hospital.
She strode straight to the reception desk.
"I'm here for Dr. Alexander."
The receptionist blinked. "Do you have an appointment with him?"
"No." Fiona's voice was immediate, clipped. "Just tell him Fiona is here."
"Alright… could you please take a seat and—"
"No."
The refusal cut through the air like a blade.
The receptionist hesitated, then reached for the phone, expression tightening slightly as she dialed.
"Hello, sir… a lady named Fiona is here to see you."
A pause.
Then: "Okay."
The call ended.
The receptionist set the phone down. "He said you can come in. I'll show you the way."
"I know the way," she replied flatly, already turning away.
