After 52 minutes of driving agitatedly up and down the highway, Lydia returned to the Silver Ridge Hospital. She stepped up to the reception desk when she entered the gray hospital. "Excuse me," she spoke softly to the nurse behind the window. "Is Doctor McCarthy ready to see me yet? I'm Lydia Evans. We took some x-rays about an hour ago."
"Hm. Let's see. Oh. Yes. Actually, he wants to see you immediately."