The bright fluorescent lights of the emergency lobby burned Sarah's tired and teary eyes.
She ran toward the front desk where two nurses were typing rapidly on heavy computers.
David held Leo's hand tightly as they hurried down the long tiled corridor together.
The sound of fast footsteps echoed loudly off the clean walls of the quiet building.
They reached the double glass doors of the neonatal room where loud alarms were already sounding.
A team of doctors was standing around the glass incubator where little Jonah lay completely still.
Sarah pressed both of her palms against the clear glass window and began to sob uncontrollably.
She watched the green lines on the heart monitor jump wildly up and down every second.
David wrapped his arm around Sarah's waist to keep her from falling to the cold floor.
He shouted through the thick door for someone to tell them what was going on inside.
Doctor Vance turned around with a grim expression on his face and shook his head slowly.
He explained that the baby's oxygen levels were dropping faster than they could fix them.
The medical team was preparing to use heavy equipment to clear the child's blocked airway.
Leo slipped his small hand out of his father's tight grip while everyone was distracted.
He pushed the heavy swing door open and slipped into the sterile room without a sound.
The cold air inside the room smelled like sharp rubbing alcohol and fresh paper towels.
Leo did not care about the rules or the loud shouting of the busy doctors.
He walked directly toward the clear plastic bed where his baby brother was fighting silently.