Gah?

Mood: Surpised, and annoyed.
Listing to: Marilyn Manson- Sweet dreams.
Drinking: Super strong coffee.

So today was... interesting. Scott showed up in my office, and thankfully I can report that things are back to normall now that she isn't playing "under-cover cop" anymore.

I spent the work day with Greg in the emergancy room. Nothing to exciting there just the usual. Kids and their parranoid parents. Some kids had the flu, on kid had a bad case of the sniffles. One boy had a broken arm, which he was insanely proud of. He asked me to sign his cast so i did. I worte
"Dude, awesome whipe out, next time fall off a skateboard insted of tripping on a shoe lace."
He thought it was hialrious, his mother gave me a dirty look.

I called in another patient and Greg thought I should handle this one myself, so he leaned against the wall playing with his cane (yes he was back on that today) and watched me work.
There was nothing really wrong with this guy that I could see.
"So what brings you here?" I asked him as I hopped up on the examination bed.
"Someone hurt me" he said, and something about his expression made me wary of him.
I looked him over quickly and I saw no proof of an injury.
"How did you get hurt?" I was completely puzzled.
"My feelings. Someone hurt my feelings." he sounded like a little kid, and this man had to have been in his 40's at least.

Greg burst out laughing and I pursed my lips together and tryed not to explode in my own fit of laughter.
"You're here, because someone hurt your feelings?" I mocked.
"YES!!!" he guy yelled.
"I'm sorry, you came to wrong place."
"Give me anti-depressants!" in an insant he went from pitiful to outraged and frightning.

Greg was still chuckling in the conrer and I shot him a glare from the corner of my eye.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you anything. Go home" I turned and went to walk away, and thats when things went bad.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, gripping me tightly. I gasped, ducked my shoulder and wrenched away. I spun and looked this fool in the eyes, and I knew right then he should have just been sent to the top floor. He was nuts.
"Bitch" he hissed "Give me the pills!"
Greg came from behind me, and tried to pull my on my arm, but I pulled it away from him. I couldn't just leave this guy in here, God only knows what he could do to someone.

"No, you don't need them. You need other help, if you come with me.."
My sentance was cut off by a blow to the jaw and I flung back into Greg.
With less then 3 feet between us and this physco, I got myself back up and pushed him with enough force that he slammed into the examnation bed and then fell on to the floor.

"Shannon!" Greg yelled, he still stood behind me.
I rushed to the side of physco-guy and held him down so he couldn't get back up.
"Go get Coleman!" I shouted, struggling to hold him down. " He can help us with this one."
Greg nodded and hobbled off as fast as he could, sending in a random nurse to help hold down this anti-depresant crazed person.

The Nurse had him by his legs and I had his shoulders pinned to the floor. He was rolling and yelling profanities and every curse word in the book. The poor nurse looked scared, her wide eyes stared into mine for a moment.

Physco-guy found more of his strength, and with one fast jolt he sent the nurse falling backwards off of his legs. She hit her head on the metal leg to the table.
I wasn't paying attention.
I quickly looked at the nurse to see if she was hurt, when I felt it.
Something shrap and cold periced through the skin of my upper right thy.
My eyes almost bugged out of my head, I looked back down. Somehow the guy got a knife and stuck in my leg.

His eyes gleamed as the met mine for one second, and in that second 3 things happend at once.
The knife pulled down, ripping and tearing the skin, cutting through the muscle and tendons, blood began to spill out of my wound, soaking both me, the guy and the floor.
A crule smile twisted the guys face and he laughed.
The nurse screamed a loud heart wrenching sound.

It hurt. The pain just crushed down on me like a tusanmi. He began to crawl away from me.
Like hell buddie
I thought and with a yelp of pain I grabed his ankle and with that strength I had left I pulled him back. There was a loud pop and I disloacted his hip with the sharp jerk of my arm.
The guy began to hollar in pain and I heaved myself up on my arms and crwaled over so I could drive my eblow into his back and keep him pinned under me.

My crys of pain must have been louder then I thought as Greg and 6 other doctors (counting Hayle) ran in to see what the yelling was about.
As soon as I saw them I knew my fight was over.
I looked at my leg and saw the growing pool of red around me, and the trail I left on the floor from my crawling.
Everything felt cold, and I grew weak.
My vision blurred and when i looked up at the staff bussling about in the room, everything was in slow motion. The last thing I saw were two of the most dazzeling blue eyes on this earth. The good thing I felt was hand on my cheek and that voice, telling me everything was alright.
I was to tired to answer him.
The drakness took over and we was gone.
Everything was gone, and the pain was no longer real.


Damn someone turn off that stupid alarm clock. I thought when I heard an annyoing deeping sound by the head of my bed. With a groan I opened my eyes.
I wasn't at home. The walls were a deep blue, I was hoocked up an IV, and that annoying sound was heart monitor.
And my leg hurt.
That memory flashed before my inner eye and I cringed.
Fuck! fuck, fuck fuck!! I thought.
Oh my god, where's Witter? I looked around in a panic and found him sleeping in the chair on my right side.

I let out a sigh, he was okay.
He gurnted a bit, and began to stir, I must have woken him up.
"You're awake" he sighed, leaning over my bed, holding my hand.
"Amazing isn't it?" my voice cracked from being so horse.
"Are you stupid or something?" he asked, suddenly getting angry.
My brows pulled together. "Not that I'm aware of."
"He could have killed you. I've always said never take your eyes off of a patient."
"Yeah well the nurse flying backwards kind of distracted me" I huffed.
"No excuse." was all he said.

I shook my head trying to ignore his lecture.
My leg hurt
My arms hurt
My head felt like a jumpled thick haze.
I wanted to go home.

"I have good news for you though" Greg said softly.
I opened one eye. "Well good news would be nice for a change"
"I'm your doctor."
I laughed a bit. "Well good. I'll start bossing you around later."