Chapter 52

Denzel took to the long corridor illuminated with white light, his heart racing faster than his legs. The walls seemed to be closing in on him, and he wanted to go back. He had never liked hospitals, and visiting once a month was bearable. Not twice in a day, and not when the person lying on the sickbed was his father. The stench of the hospital tickled his nose, and his stomach threatened to give out but Denzel ignored it, moving faster with his eyes searching for the room number the lady at the reception had given him.