Fiction Friday came early this week!

I am happy to inform you that I am moving right along with my story, again, finally! Hope you like it as much as I do. It's going to be the first short story that I actually finish AND like. Well, hopefully. 

She typed in the name and hit enter. She scrolled through the list. Her eyes were no longer calm.

“Sir,” she started, “it doesn’t look like she’s here.”

Isaac ran to the door and pushed it open. He got in the jeep and started the car. He was out of breath. He sat in the car for a moment and debated where to go next, United Methodist or Riverside Hospital. “Riverside may be closer,” he thought to himself. He buckled his seat belt and he was off.

He was lucky enough to catch all the green lights on his way. He turned into the parking lot and unlike the first hospital he checked, it was a pay lot. He dug his wallet out of his pocket and stuck his card into the machine. “Please wait for ticket,” the machine said. He took the ticket and drove off almost breaking off the gate.

He pulled into a parking spot, this time closer to the door. He unbuckled his seat belt, shut off the jeep, made sure he had the keys, shut and locked the doors and went in.

“I’m looking for Jordan Lawrence,” he told the woman at the front desk.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment,” she said.

“Ma’am, I don’t have a moment,” he replied.

“What was the name?” she asked.

“Lawrence. Jordan Lawrence,” he said.

Isaac was pacing back and forth waiting for the woman to find her. He folded his arms across his chest and stuck his hands under his arm pits. The pits of his shirt were damp.

“Jordan Lawrence is in surgery right now,” she said. “Do you have proof of kinship?”

“I’m her boyfriend,” he said, “I need to see her.”

“Sir, unfortunately I can’t let you back unless you have proof of kinship or her permission,” she told him, “I’m sorry, sir.”

Isaac sat in the waiting room. He was tapping his foot and tapping his cheek with his pointer finger. He sat there and repeated the motions for a few minutes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed Jordan’s parents. It went to voicemail. He hung up and tried again. It went to voicemail again. He browsed through his contacts. Who else could help him?

He called Jordan’s brother Jeremy. It rang a few times and he picked up.

“Jeremy,” he said without giving him a chance to answer, “you need to get to Riverside now.”

“Why?” Jeremy asked?