One disaster after another

In a tragic accident, my baby sister was shot.  Rather than taking her to the hospital, I was just supposed to take a tissue sample.  I went outside, and found my car was being towed away.  I finally got to the hospital, but it was on fire.  Part of the hospital was still open, but I couldn’t find the right room.   Every time I thought I’d gotten to the right place, workers would tell me that the department had moved to a different location, and give me complicated directions to the new location.