The doctor appraises me with interest - I don’t think he’d even seen me prior to my words and he nods calmly. “Good. That’s good - its one of the rarest blood types - I’ll let you know if we need that. She’s taken a real hit. Do you know if she has any allergies?”
“Penicillin. She’s allergic to Penicillin.”
“Ok. I’m going to keep assessing her now and I’ll let you know the outcome, once I’ve completed it.”
“Great - that would be great. Thank you Dr.” I feel immense relief that this young doctor seems to know what the fuck he is doing.
Shit. I needed to ring her parents and with a last check on her condition, I slip out the doors to make the one call no one wants to make. Mac Myers answers to my relief and informs me they’d be at the hospital in a hour.
I take a minute to compose myself before I push through the doors and walk into an empty bay - no hustle and bustle, no bed, no staff and more importantly no Lu. I begin to run around the department like a lunatic and finally locate the nurse who’d questioned my relationship to Lu earlier.
“Where is she?” I bellow and watch as she visibly shrinks before my eyes. “I’m sorry. Look - I can’t find my girlfriend Lucia Myers? RTA? Do you know where she is?”
She relaxes with my apology. “Let me see… ah yes she’s been taken to theatre.”
Theatre? WTF? “Which way?”
“Through the doors, turn left, down the….”
I’m gone before she can finish the rest of her speel, running at breakneck speed and then I see her and the team, wheeling her towards the doors, with the huge Theatre sign above them.
“WAIT! - I have to see her..”
“We can’t wait - we need to act quickly.”
“Come on, baby - look at me, just for a second, let me see those beautiful green of yours.”
Her voice is slurred as she struggles to speak, but it’s the best sound in the world. “Feel like… need…to be somewhere else. Need… to sleep…now.”
“No, baby, look at me. Look at me right now. For once in your life, do as you’re bloody told!”
“Mr. Silver. Please, I understand this is hard for you but let us do our jobs now.”
“I’m not leaving her side. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m afraid you can’t go into theatre. We need to work on her now. We need to try save your friend’s life.”
They disappear, up the white sterile corridor, five members of staff, working on her and pushing her gurney worryingly fast and its only as they fly through the doors at the end into a sea of green masks and headwear, I speak.
“She’s not just my friend - she’s my fucking life!”
She means everything to me. Please save her.
I feel myself slide down the white walls of that same tunnel, suddenly feeling no control over my legs and needing to steady myself. How long I sit outside those holy Theatre doors in a crumpled pile, focused on the spot of chipped paint on the opposite wall, I’m not sure, but one thing that is clear, is that I still hate hospitals.
Fuck - this is like déjà vu- never did like that saying. My mind flickers back to that God awful time; it’d be four years ago now. I was so conflicted with my emotions; it had been so amazing as it brought Finn into the world and I love that little guy so much, but it had also been absolutely horrific, as it had nearly taken my best friend from me in the process. Now I’m here, again, at the same bloody hospital! I’m desperate and out of control and rendered fucking useless!
“Sebastian Silver?”
My eyes meet black boots and travel upwards. The boots belong to a PC in his mid-late forties who is accompanied by a female policewoman. I stand to greet them and nod. “Yes.”
“I wonder if we could speak to you about the accident your girlfriend was involved in tonight on Wagon Lane? We’ve taken statements from several witness that have come forward…”
“Witnesses?”
“Yes - they came forward when we were doing our reports. It appears Miss Myers was in a high speed chase, which resulted in her crashing into a wall. From the looks of her car, she is very lucky to have walked away.”
“She’s in surgery right now.”
“I know, I’m sorry - turn of phrase. We’ve opened an investigation and when I can, I would like to get Miss Myer’s statement. We are taking this very seriously.”
I should fucking think so.
“But they fled the scene? Bloody cowards.”
“Unfortunately yes, but we have a couple of good leads with reference to the car and the plates so I will keep you in the loop.”