The next day she arrived back at the hospital and got into the elevator to go up to John’s room to check him again. Yesterday was hectic; barely anyone complimented her on anything, or did anyone want to go out to eat with her for lunch, which they usually always did. When the little ding was performed and the doors opened, she, instead, went to the back room where medicines were kept and grabbed a bag of penicillin. She walked back to John’s room; luckily no one was walking her way and she slipped into the room.

“Now, we find ourselves alone again, John. Sad to say, you will be leaving soon.” She smirked as she replaced the clindamycin with the penicillin. Then she reached over and patted John’s head softly.

She came out the room smiling, as one of her fellow nurses was walking by.

“How is he doing today, Christina?” she asked.

Christina smiled and said, “Oh, I believe he will be out of here in no time.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful news,” She said and continued walking.

“Yes it is…” She thought to herself as she rounded the corner and leaned against the wall where no one could see, and began laughing, not loud enough for others to hear her, but just enough for some well deserved celebration.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and she rose slowly to answer it. She smiled thinking about what had happened those two days and was so glad the hospital was back to normal now that the annoying patient was dead.

“Hello?” she asked when she answered the phone.

“Um, yes hello, ma’am. I am Mr. Brian from the Family Services Inc., in the lost family section. I am calling in response to Miss Christina’s request for information about her father. May I speak with her, or is this she?”

“Yes, I am she. You found information about my father?”

“Yes, ma’am; after a lot of work we found more information and finally, his name.”

“Well, is he still alive?” She asked quickly because of her anxiety to have the ability to finally meet a real family member of hers, which she never had while she was younger.

“So far, from what we know, your father is still alive, but he went missing a few days ago. His name was John Smith.” She felt it hit her like a brick. This couldn’t be possible, could it? The very man she killed was her own father?

“Is this helpful to you, Miss Sommons? Is there anything else we can do for you ma’am?” the man on the other side asked.

“Oh, no thank you, sir. I am fine with just that. It was very helpful. Thank you. Goodbye, Mr. Brian.”

“Goodbye, Miss Sommons, and have a nice day.” The phone clicked then went dead. It took Christina a minute or two to finally hang up the phone.

“Mama! Mama! Who was it Mama?” she heard her daughter behind her ask and pull on her shirt.

“No one important, sweetie,” she said, still starring at the phone.

“Mama?” her daughter asked, worried.

Christina quickly put on a smile for her daughter’s sake, and said, “I’m okay sweetie. Let’s go finish playing.”

Her daughter smiled and ran off into her room, not realizing Christina was still in the living room, starring at the hallway her daughter just disappeared into. A single tear fell down her cheek as she thought, “What have I done?”