The light beneath the dark
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Bile rose up my throat as I entered the hospital and its scent invaded my senses. I’d only ever had bad experiences when I came into this place, and the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and my gut clenching, told me this time wouldn’t be any different.
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Bile rose up my throat as I entered the hospital and its scent invaded my senses. I’d only ever had bad experiences when I came into this place, and the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and my gut clenching, told me this time wouldn’t be any different.
As I approached the front desk, the sound of my boots hitting the floor drew the attention of the sleepy-eyed woman who manned it. Her visible jerk and widening eyes were a reaction I was used to, so I kept my face a neutral mask.
“Can I help you?” Her southern drawl was filled with anything but friendliness.
“My sis called, she’s havin’ a baby. I’m her birthin’ buddy.” I rasped, and this time my lips twitched at the horror crossing the woman’s face.
Her cheeks paled as her gaze roamed over me. I was sure she’d missed nothing, from my six foot five inch height, to the black leather I wore, to my long, wavy, dark brown hair I’d not bothered to brush in my haste to get here.
