parking lot.”
“My shift is over in ten minutes!” he continues.
“I…”
“It takes fifteen minutes to get home. So, now I’m going to be working longer than I’m supposed to!”
“Uh…” I look to Cade, then back. “Sorry?”
He shakes his head and grabs mine.
I flinch.
“Does this hurt?” He moves my head about.
“No, but it’s making me dizzy.”
He waves his hand. “You hit your head last night. I don’t think you’re going to die.”
“You don’t think?” I ask in a strained voice.
He shakes his head. “No.” He places his thumbs on either side of my nose, and I can’t help but wonder if he shouldn’t be wearing gloves.
“Hm. It’s not bleeding anymore.” He pulls his thumbs apart, stretching my nose.
“Does this hurt?”
I shake my head.
“What about this?” He shoves his thumbs together, compressing my nose.
”Ow!”
He waves his hand. “It’s fine. Not broken.”
I sniff, which hurts. “You sure? It might be now.”
He puts out his arms, twisting back and forth at the waist. “Look around. Don’t you think I know this kind of thing?”
“So you’re responsible for everyone in here?” I ask.
“I don’t need your sarcasm.” He huffs. “Try not to… bleed again.”
“Great. I’ll do that.”
“That should help.”
“It seems like it would.”
“Oh it will. I know these kinds of things.”
I nod. “Because you’re a doctor.”
He frowns. “I’m not a doctor.”
“What?” Cade and I ask in unison.
He belts out a laugh that sounds like he might be trying out for opera. “Why would a doctor come all the way out here?”
“So, you’re a nurse.”
“Em, something like that. Anyway, gotta go. Can’t be late.”
“Wha—” I begin, but he turns and—surprisingly quickly—disappears through the keypaded doors leading to the ER just as a woman is coming out.
“Rex?” she calls, looking at a tablet.
Two people at the other end of the waiting room stand, and slowly make their way to her.
Slowly, because the young boy has a bone sticking out of his arm.
“Oh my god!” I cry.
And feel blood start to pour from my nose.
Cade pinches the bridge of his nose, perhaps in sympathy. “For fuck’s sake, Mags.”
Chapter 10
Turns out it was not a bone sticking out from his arm, but a chunk of a cast that the boy tried to remove himself, and which had attached itself to his skin.
At least that’s what Cade told me.
I couldn’t see, since I was trying not to die, or even pass out, from blood loss.
Now, I sit on the stretcher, head tilted back, wad of gauze to my face, waiting for whoever it is the useless nurse playing on the computer called.
I hear a groan, I cast my eyes down. I groan too.
“Oh good lord!” the not-doctor says, throwing his hands up in the air. “You know I was all the way in my car this time?” He looks at his wrist. “And now my shift ends in two minutes. Two! I live in Silverlake. Do you know how far away that is?” He pauses briefly, and I open my mouth to answer. He goes on before I get a chance. “It’s over ten miles away! I can’t possibly make it in that time, even if I speed.”
“Sorry?” I say.
He huffs. “You look fine. I thought you needed help.”
I let my head level itself, remove the gauze. Sniff. “It seems to have stopped bleeding.”
He stares at me, hands on hips. Then he throws up his arms again and shakes his head. “Just, great. Perfect. I’m so glad you’re happy.”
He storms off, through the doors again.
The same woman comes out. “Jones?” she calls.
What looks to be a father and daughter stand and make their way to her. The daughter looks a couple years younger than me, and is wearing one of the shortest skirts I’ve ever seen. Short enough to see her thong, and bottom.
But what really catches my eye, is that the dad is too. I would have thought it was the girl’s mom, except for the large beard covering much of his face.
Their outfits make me feel
M. R. James, Darryl Jones