One of those phone calls | RP with asinthecity
"Is this Dr Riley Browne?"
"Yes, that's me. Who's speaking?"
"Nurse Carlisle from the ER at Mount Sinai Hospital, sir. I'm calling to tell you that your sister has been in a motor vehicle accident and she's currently-"
"What?! What happened? Tell me what happened!"
"We don't know for sure, sir, but she's-"
"Fuck, just... I'll be right there."
Riley bounded up to the nurses' station in the busy and large ER department of Mount Sinai Hospital in New York. He was out of breath, clutching at his chest by the time he got there and a heavy sweat was dripping down his forehead and dampening the back of his shirt. He'd left his car back at the tattoo place and gotten a cab. His stomach was lodged up in his throat and the fear over hearing Tab was hurt was making him feel sick with dread. "Tab- Tabitha Browne," he rasped to the nurse as he leant heavily on the desk. "I'm her brother."
The nurse consulted her computer screen for a moment. "Dr Riley Browne? I'll need to see some ID, please," she requested and Riley looked at her like she'd just sprouted horns and pus-filled boils. Protocol. Fuck protocol! Tab was hurt! He fumbled his wallet from his pocket and pulled out his drivers licence and PPTH ID card, almost launching both angrily at the woman. She remained calm and Riley realised he was one of those family members ER staff found extremely bothersome. He forced himself to try and remain somewhat calm as the nurse nodded and handed him the ID back. "She's in Bay Fifteen, Dr Browne. Please follow me."
Riley did more than follow. He practically led the way, eyes trailing over the numbers above the curtained ER booths. He must've looked like a piece of shit, but who cared? 11, 12, 13, 14. He threw himself at the next bay and tore the curtain open, half expecting not to find Tab there or have her jump out at him and yell 'GOTCHA!'. But no, she was there... she was definitely there. He put his hand over his mouth in shock. "You said nothing would happen to you!" was the first thing that came to mind for him to blurt out.
"Yes, that's me. Who's speaking?"
"Nurse Carlisle from the ER at Mount Sinai Hospital, sir. I'm calling to tell you that your sister has been in a motor vehicle accident and she's currently-"
"What?! What happened? Tell me what happened!"
"We don't know for sure, sir, but she's-"
"Fuck, just... I'll be right there."
Riley bounded up to the nurses' station in the busy and large ER department of Mount Sinai Hospital in New York. He was out of breath, clutching at his chest by the time he got there and a heavy sweat was dripping down his forehead and dampening the back of his shirt. He'd left his car back at the tattoo place and gotten a cab. His stomach was lodged up in his throat and the fear over hearing Tab was hurt was making him feel sick with dread. "Tab- Tabitha Browne," he rasped to the nurse as he leant heavily on the desk. "I'm her brother."
The nurse consulted her computer screen for a moment. "Dr Riley Browne? I'll need to see some ID, please," she requested and Riley looked at her like she'd just sprouted horns and pus-filled boils. Protocol. Fuck protocol! Tab was hurt! He fumbled his wallet from his pocket and pulled out his drivers licence and PPTH ID card, almost launching both angrily at the woman. She remained calm and Riley realised he was one of those family members ER staff found extremely bothersome. He forced himself to try and remain somewhat calm as the nurse nodded and handed him the ID back. "She's in Bay Fifteen, Dr Browne. Please follow me."
Riley did more than follow. He practically led the way, eyes trailing over the numbers above the curtained ER booths. He must've looked like a piece of shit, but who cared? 11, 12, 13, 14. He threw himself at the next bay and tore the curtain open, half expecting not to find Tab there or have her jump out at him and yell 'GOTCHA!'. But no, she was there... she was definitely there. He put his hand over his mouth in shock. "You said nothing would happen to you!" was the first thing that came to mind for him to blurt out.