Written for Friday Fictioneers a story in 100 words or less. Thank you Rochelle for hosting this challenge and Amy Reese for the photo prompt.
Heart thudding, she flew down the corridor.
She had to see him. Where was he? Was he in surgery? Or had he been discharged?
She asked at the desk, at the nurses’ station. She hurried from one place to another to another in growing agitation.
The mortuary was cold, silent and deserted except for rows and rows of bodies. Shivering and shaking, she forced herself to check each one, one by one.
There he was.
Her heart stilled. She put out a hand – only to touch air.
With a gasp, she sat up.
Her nightmare was far from over.