林薇站在地下停车场，冰冷的荧光灯照在她脸上，惨白得像纸。手里攥着的传单已经被汗水浸湿了一角，几张薄纸皱巴巴地贴在她掌心。谭修逸已经走了，脚步声拖着皮鞋，在空旷的停车场里回荡，最后消失在转角。

她深吸一口气，喉咙发干。手心全是汗，黏糊糊的，让她一阵烦躁。电梯里那短短几分钟，像被放大了无数倍，谭修逸那张冷淡的脸，那句“你自己看着办”还在脑海里转悠。

孩子病了，高烧不退，幼儿园老师打了个电话给她，语气急促。她说孩子脸色很难看，已经在幼儿园吃了药，但效果不明显，让她赶紧去接。林薇挂了电话，心一下子沉到了谷底。手机没电了，手腕上的手表也没有信号，她只能靠导航找路。

-driven car her way through the crowded streets, her mind a foggy mess. The traffic lights flashed yellow and red, but no one seemed to care. It was as if the world had stopped spinning around her, leaving her drifting like a leaf in the wind.

She finally pulled up to the hospital, her heart pounding like a drum. Parking was a hassle, and she had to walk quite a distance to the entrance. The hospital lobby was noisy with people coughing and sneezing, machines beeping, and the smell of antiseptic hanging in the air.

林薇挂号、缴费，一路奔到儿科急诊。医生说是急性支气管炎，需要住院观察。护士给她安排了病房，推着孩子进去做检查。她看着护士推着孩子的背影，眼眶一热，差点哭出来。