I staggered as I heard those words, my heart thudded against my ribcage. Feeling nauseous and scared, I breathed out and asked Carlos where Mr. Larry was.
Carlos described the place. I stood up quickly, called little Larry's driver, and hopped into the car. My hands were shaky. Little Larry looked at me, worried, and asked,
"What's wrong, Tiffany?"
"Nothing, my boy, everything is alright," I replied and gave little Larry a fake smile. The car came to a halt. I rushed down from the car and instructed little Larry to wait for me in the car.
I took long strides into the building, my heart stomping against my chest. I wondered why Larry would be admitted to this building. I entered, and a lady approached me and asked,
"What do you want, ma'am?"
"Please, is Mr. Larry Kensington admitted here?"
"Oh, yes, he is in ward 5, ma'am."