One of those phone calls | RP with asinthecity

[pullmysteth]

"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."

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[asinthecity]

Tabitha felt like shit. She was sitting on the hospital bed and fighting the urge not to try and get up and walk out. She'd had enough of these fucking places when Riley had suffered his needlestick and then been in and out of the hospital with his infections and sickness. She hated hospitals pure and simple.

She turned her head when she heard her brother's voice, but immediately regretted the action as she pressed her good hand to her forehead, and flipped him off with the one wrapped in bandages. "I forgot to knock on wood, arse pain."

An IV was linked into her arm, fluids to prevent any dehydration from the shock of the accident. She was wearing one of the delightful hospital gowns too, her red hair even more vibrant against the pale blue colour.

[pullmysteth]

Riley just gaped for a moment and then snatched up her chart off the end of the bed. "That bloody goddamn fucking van and shitting bloody Benny and his freaky everything! How could he even let you near it?! I'm going to kill him!"

He paced a little, eyes quickly skimming the medical notes and then he dropped the clipboard on to the bed and hugged her. "I thought you weer fucking dead," he whispered hoarsely. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Fuck..."

[asinthecity]

"Whispering is good," she murmured as she moved to lie back on the bed. "And being out of hospital would be even better."

She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to take a deep breath, but it hurt. Apparently she'd gotten sore ribs from the crash, so she couldn't even breathe without getting a reminder of what had happened. "Don't kill Benny until we're done recording, okay? He didn't mean for this to happen. Oh fuck, he needs to know about his van. I don't even know what happened to it."

[pullmysteth]

"You aren't going anywhere until I talk to your doctor," Riley insisted. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and then leaned over to touch her cheek gently, but he pulled back and glanced around. He found what he was looking for - a box of latex gloves on the wall - and pulled a couple on to his hands.

"Shit, Tab," he murmured fretfully. His fingers carefully pressed against her hairline, double-checking for any fractures. So what if he didn't fucking trust any doctors with his sister? They could all bite his arse. "Do you feel sick? Dizzy?"