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A Tree Named Annie

 

             It was just like any other day, or so I thought. I woke up, got ready and off to work I went. Once I arrived at work, I started in with my normal routine. I started the coffee pot ( first things first, you know?) and sat down to start checking e-mails that had come in over the weekend. After a few minutes had passed, I started to hear the gurgling of the coffee pot – that means it was time for coffee! I stood up and poured a much-needed cup of freshly ground and brewed deliciousness into my favorite mug. .
             I sat down at my desk to start sorting through project files when I noticed my cell phone had lit up. It was my best friend Jessie calling. Why would she be calling me right now? She knows that I'm at work. SHE'S at work! All I could think was that something must have been wrong, so I answered her call.
             "Hello?" .
             She replied in a quivering voice, "Heyare you at work?".
             "Yeah, I am. Why, what's up?".
             "Natalie just called me hysterical saying that Anne is in the hospital and the doctors just came in and told her that she won't make it through the end of the day.".
             "WHAT?! Where is she? What happened?!".
             "She's at Methodist, and I'm waiting for Natalie to text me her room number. Oh, here it is! She's in room 755, in the North Tower. I'm not quite sure what exactly happened, but I guess she's been in the hospital since Saturday night. I think it has something to do with her abdomen again.".
             "Okay, I'm leaving the office now. I'll see you in a few minutes.".
             "Okay, I'll see you there.".
             I turned to my colleague and told her that I had to leave for an emergency, and that chances were good that I wouldn't be returning to work that day. I grabbed my things, and headed off to the hospital. Methodist Hospital is fairly close to my workplace, so it should have only taken 10 minutes or so to get there and it would have, had I not turned into the wrong parking garage.


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