Taxi

Taxi
The women went down the elevator. Quick, quick, I am not feeling well, the older one said.
The younger woman took her arm. There was a taxi by the curb. Could you take us to the hospital? The driver looked at the small black dog the older woman was holding by the leash. Not with him, I can’t. The younger woman sighed. He’s right. Let’s take him up, Nadia.
They came down again and found another cab. Don’t let her die. Please don’t let her die, Nadia’s companion thought as she looked out the window.
The driver parked the car by the emergency room door. Nadia and her companion walked up the stairs. They held each other’s hands.
You’ll be fine, the friend said.
Nadia’s eyes looked doubtful. Yeah, she answered. Fine.

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