whomping..whooshing..
She wheeled the machine to the elevators and sighed. She really hoped that she could give these people some good news. And for the first time in 13 years, Amelia sent up a silent prayer. When the elevators opened, she pushed the cart in and hit number 4 and the button to close the doors. She was very impatient and anxious. When she was finally settled on the fourth floor, the doors opened and a flurry of activity was underway. She tried to steer clear, holding onto the machine tightly. In moments like these, her fellow attending’s and trainees could be vultures and if they saw need for the machine they would try to grab onto it.
As she jogged with the machine around the corner, she noted the FBI Agent stationed outside Ms. Ross’s hospital room. She pulled out her badge, even though by now he was familiar with her face, but she understood protocol and respected it. “They’re saying their goodbye’s now.”