2nd January 2014
We burst through the hospital doors and ran straight to the front desk. A young woman was sat talking on the phone and she seemed to be ignoring us.
"Excuse me?" I asked... no reply. "Excuse me please?" I asked again... still no reply.
"OY! Get off the phone!!" My sister shouted, leant over the desk.
"Alright! What can I help you with?" the lady asked.
"We need to know which room Lance Sparks is in?" Jackie (my sister) asked.
"Fill out this form, hand it back in and I'll see what I can do." she told us, handing us the form.
"Listen! This is a family emergency and I need to know which room he is in!!" Jackie shouted.
"I can't tell you anything until you fill out this form." the lady told us again.
"I'm not filling out any form!" Jackie exclaimed, throwing the form in the air.
I grabbed it, ran to an empty seat and quickly filled it out. Jackie followed me, giving the lady behind the desk the 'I'm watching you' look. It asked for my full name, age, date of birth, address... everything up to my religion. Finally, it asked 'What relation do you have to the patient?'. I wrote down 'daughter'. Jackie yanked the form out of my hand and took it back to the lady. She checked it and asked us to sign at the bottom.
"Thank you. I can now tell you that Lance Sparks is in...." she searched through the patient list on her 20 year old computer. "... room 305."
"Finally!!" Jackie groaned and sped down the corridor.
"Thank you." I said politely, following after her.
We jumped in the elevator and headed for room 305. When we arrived, my dad was laying on a hospital bed with tubes in every part of his body. He had his eyes closed and a nurse was just leaving his room.
"He's just asleep. Don't worry." she told us kindly as she left.
"Thank you." I replied.
Jackie sat next to his bed and held his hand. I sat on the end of his bed and placed my hand on his leg.
"He's just sleeping sis." I told her.
"I know. I can't wait until he wakes up. I'm gonna tell him about everything he's missed." she rubbed his knuckles with her thumb.
"I can't stay long, I have to find Tom." I told her.
"Okay. Just stay for a little while?" she asked me.
She stood up, I sat on the chair and she sat on my knee. We sat watching the small TV on the wall for almost half an hour, until I got a text from Tom, saying he was on his way home. I removed her from my lap, kissed her cheek and left with a goodbye.
I climbed in the car and headed home, hoping Tom would actually be there.