all_thesecrets - A real damage case
The machine that was strapped to Brandon started to beep as soon as the doctor put it on. He nodded to me as other nurses and a few interns started to do things to his body. One of the interns stopped and looked at me before pulling me out of the room and into one for examinations. The woman pulled her hair back in some kind of pony tail before grabbing a clip board and dropping seventy thousand questions about the accident and if I felt any pain in my leg, my neck, my side. I had to ask more then once before she even gave me a straight answer about Brandon's condition. Apparently he was just banged up with no internal bleeding but they were keeping him for observation. I thanked her as she left the room to file something or get someone. I didn't pay much attention. My mind was on what had happened. My reckless driving endangering this new friend I made, correction, new roommate I had just met. The thing was it wasn't reckless at all. It could've happened to anyone. Especially when maniacs speed down main street.
The intern returned with a neurosurgeon and they bombarded me with more questions about my condition. Didn't they get that I didn't have a condition. I mean, I wouldn't have a condition really, if I was completely honest with my past injuries, or even my past. But since a hospital counted as the real world I guessed that these doctors would just strap me up to one of those machines and prod my head wondering if I had amnesia or if I was just some compulsive liar.
So I kept quiet.
They finally turned to leave and I asked them if I could see Brandon now. They allowed me and the intern led me to his room. I didn't really know how much time had passed since we we had first been brought in but now he was just attached to a heart monitor and was sleeping, soundly I hoped, in his bed.
I made myself comfortable in a chair by his bed and settled back content to watch some old episode of Jerry Springer on the small ceiling t.v. I sat there for who knows how long but however long it was I ended up falling asleep simply from the mental exhaustion.
Opening my eyes, I saw that the bed was now empty and it took a minute to register. But once it did I was out of my chair and in the hallway searching for some doctor that knew where he was. I ended up tracking down the female intern who led me to his new room. His condition had improved so they had moved him into a double room. They were both sleeping. Brandon, and the pregnant woman. I laughed a few seconds before asking the intern if any witnesses had surfaced from the crash.
She nodded and told me that their insurance company would be calling me soon, or rather, calling my parents. I was sure I couldn't lose though, they hit me. They were speeding. Hopefully another witness would vouch for this.
Not long after I grabbed some of the hospital cafeteria food and brought it back to his room. The pregnant women had been taken out which meant she was probably in labor now. Well, at least he had the room to himself again.
I had fallen asleep yet again but was awoken by a police officer who said he was investigating the accident. I followed him into the hallway looking back at Brandon before agreeing to answer questions. After all, I had nothing to hide. Nothing much to hide at least. We went through the accident as it happened including the events leading up to it, the coffee break Brandon and I had, before he told me that something troubling had come to his attention. One of the witnesses swore that not only had I climbed out of the car unscathed but that I had taken off the driver's side door simply with my own strength. I let this news alarm me to an extent before breaking into laughter.
"Really," I said. "They think I ripped an SUV door off of its' hinges?" He agreed that it had sounded farfetched and then posed the possibility that the accident could have "loosened the door greatly." I agreed before he handed me his card telling me if there was anything I had forgotten to call him. I assured him I would and he smiled at me before making his way down the hallway.
I stood there for a second catching my breath, making a note to find whatever witness thought he saw me execute this feat of strength as the officer had said. I sighed and looked back to Brandon before heading back inside and making sure to close the door. God, what a mess I had gotten us into. Wouldn't dad get a kick out of this?
"I'm sorry, Brandon. For everything."
I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms slinking back. I hoped he would wake up soon. The sooner he would wake up, the sooner we would leave, and the sooner that we could just forget all this and move on. Unfortunately at this moment nothing was certain.
I had a lot of damage control to do.
The intern returned with a neurosurgeon and they bombarded me with more questions about my condition. Didn't they get that I didn't have a condition. I mean, I wouldn't have a condition really, if I was completely honest with my past injuries, or even my past. But since a hospital counted as the real world I guessed that these doctors would just strap me up to one of those machines and prod my head wondering if I had amnesia or if I was just some compulsive liar.
So I kept quiet.
They finally turned to leave and I asked them if I could see Brandon now. They allowed me and the intern led me to his room. I didn't really know how much time had passed since we we had first been brought in but now he was just attached to a heart monitor and was sleeping, soundly I hoped, in his bed.
I made myself comfortable in a chair by his bed and settled back content to watch some old episode of Jerry Springer on the small ceiling t.v. I sat there for who knows how long but however long it was I ended up falling asleep simply from the mental exhaustion.
Opening my eyes, I saw that the bed was now empty and it took a minute to register. But once it did I was out of my chair and in the hallway searching for some doctor that knew where he was. I ended up tracking down the female intern who led me to his new room. His condition had improved so they had moved him into a double room. They were both sleeping. Brandon, and the pregnant woman. I laughed a few seconds before asking the intern if any witnesses had surfaced from the crash.
She nodded and told me that their insurance company would be calling me soon, or rather, calling my parents. I was sure I couldn't lose though, they hit me. They were speeding. Hopefully another witness would vouch for this.
Not long after I grabbed some of the hospital cafeteria food and brought it back to his room. The pregnant women had been taken out which meant she was probably in labor now. Well, at least he had the room to himself again.
I had fallen asleep yet again but was awoken by a police officer who said he was investigating the accident. I followed him into the hallway looking back at Brandon before agreeing to answer questions. After all, I had nothing to hide. Nothing much to hide at least. We went through the accident as it happened including the events leading up to it, the coffee break Brandon and I had, before he told me that something troubling had come to his attention. One of the witnesses swore that not only had I climbed out of the car unscathed but that I had taken off the driver's side door simply with my own strength. I let this news alarm me to an extent before breaking into laughter.
"Really," I said. "They think I ripped an SUV door off of its' hinges?" He agreed that it had sounded farfetched and then posed the possibility that the accident could have "loosened the door greatly." I agreed before he handed me his card telling me if there was anything I had forgotten to call him. I assured him I would and he smiled at me before making his way down the hallway.
I stood there for a second catching my breath, making a note to find whatever witness thought he saw me execute this feat of strength as the officer had said. I sighed and looked back to Brandon before heading back inside and making sure to close the door. God, what a mess I had gotten us into. Wouldn't dad get a kick out of this?
"I'm sorry, Brandon. For everything."
I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms slinking back. I hoped he would wake up soon. The sooner he would wake up, the sooner we would leave, and the sooner that we could just forget all this and move on. Unfortunately at this moment nothing was certain.
I had a lot of damage control to do.