Frail

Marianna reached the hospital in haste, her heels clicking sharply against the pristine tile floors as she stormed through the halls. The staff barely had time to greet her before she waved them off, her focus locked on the intensive care unit where Myra was being treated. 

She hadn't expected such an urgent call, and the news that Myra had been admitted left her stomach in knots. For all her carefully constructed poise, the possibility of her daughter being in real danger was enough to shake her. 

When she reached the ICU, she spotted the nurse who had taken Myra in earlier. Marianna's eyes narrowed as she approached, her voice clipped and demanding. 

"I'm Marianna Allen, Myra Allen's mother. Where is she, and what happened to her?"