Call/RP: Never Saw it Coming

[erica_allen]

Date: September 21, 2011
Characters: Erica Allen, Neve Stadheim, Ezra Loy, J.J. Taua
Location: JPS Hospital
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: The car came out of nowhere, and all Erica knew was that it hurt. Everywhere.
Completion: Complete

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[jj_taua]

J.J. had been midway through saying something to Erica when he heard sounds that he was positive nobody wanted to hear on the other end of a phone call, and his stomach dropped when realized what had happened. "Ri, Ri? Bloody Hell, Ri, answer me." He begged her to say something to him, but he knew it was useless, he had heard everything from her end of the line, he was positive he had just heard Erica get into a car accident.

As much as he didn't want to end the call, he did. "West, can you close the place tonight?" J.J. asked the other tattooist on for the night, and after West agreed J.J. made a beeline out the back of the shop to his car. He wasn't positive that Erica had gotten into a crash, but something told him to go to the hospital.

He tried to stay calm as he drove, tried not to over think what might have happened, if Erica was okay, or if Erica was even alive, and God, he didn't want to think about that last one. Instead he just tried to focus on breathing and making it to the Hospital instead.

The ER was hectic as he came in through the doors and marched towards the reception desk, trying to remain calm as he asked the nurse if an Erica Allen had been brought in. The middle age woman stared at him blankly, and was just about to answer when a blond woman came up behind her and met his gaze.

"You know Erica?" She asked, studying him as she waited for a reply.

J.J. nodded, "Yeah, bloody hell, please tell me she's okay?" And if he sounded distraught he didn't care, because the thought of Erica not being okay, well, he wasn't going to let himself think that.

The woman frowned as she came around the desk and motioned for him to follow her towards the elevators. "She's seriously injured, they have her in surgery right now." The woman paused. "I don't know if Erica's mentioned me, but I'm Neve." She explained as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside.

"J.J." He replied, vaguely remembering Erica saying something about a woman named Neve. "Seriously injured?" His mind began to race, Erica was seriously injured, his Erica. "Will I be able to see her tonight?"

Neve shook her head sadly. "Not likely, visitors won't be allowed until tomorrow. But you can wait in the waiting room with me."

J.J. wasn't fond of that answer, but he realized it's the only one he was going to get. So as they both stepped out of the elevator and into the surgical waiting room he sighed, resigned to his fate of pacing the night away with Neve as company. God, he hoped Erica was okay - she had to be okay.