Doctors shuffle in and out of the cream-themed Presidential suite, their expressions tight and unreadable as Desmond lies unconscious beneath crisp white sheets. He looks too pale to be okay. Too still.
Thank goodness Grandma Maela is such an influential diva, her presence alone was enough to make us receive first priority the moment we arrived with Desmond. I mean, the doctors were literally waiting for us outside the hospital with a stretcher for Desmond. Today marks yet another day I'm glad I was born rich. I can't imagine what my life would've been like if I weren't, or what would have happened to my mother…
