She's in pain. She's told us before that she has chronic cramps. She's still in pain. She won't stop complaining. My roommate looks to me and asks for a ride to the hospital. I swear it's just cramps, she's just over exaggerating it, but what do you say to someone who asks you to take them to the hospital? No? So I agree. I plan to just drop her off, but apparently she had a different plan. She wanted me to stay and not abandon her and her husband at the hospital. So, I bring my book, phone, and iPod to entertain me.
They enter the backroom after about a half hour's wait and I sit upon my couch I claimed as my own and read my book only to find that I'm not fond of the writing style or story in the least bit. A waste of eight dollars I think to myself. I get through probably five chapters before I pull out my iPod and try to access the hospital's internet. That doesn't work either. I decide to pull out my phone. Minimal phone service. This was going to be a long night. Throughout the course of the next two hours, I tweet to twitter with the minimal phone service I have in full frustration when each message generally takes three to four tries before it finally sends out. Nothing interesting happens until a man walks in and the receptionist asks if he needs help. He seems to be at war with himself about something and the woman asks his name. He mutters off something unintelligible. She asks for his last name and he blurts out, "THOMPSON!" She gestures him to sit down and do some paperwork. The man takes a seat. At this time, I notice it's11:30 in which it's Steve's break and I call him not wanting to fight with my phone with text messaging and I go out to my car for better service.
I talked with him about nothing pretty much to pass the time until he has to go back to work, in which he eventually did. Upset to go back to boredom, I drag myself into the hospital once again. Only this time, there sat a man in a wheel chair next to my seat. He had a fishing pole and tackle box. The man who had previously came in was now escorted by two policemen who sat next to him on the chairs across from me. I look around. There's no one else, but me, the two cops, the man with a fishing pole, and two receptionist behind protective glass.
Confused, I return to my seat, relatively close to the man with the fishing pole. The man looks at the cops and asks, "Where you gonna take me?"
One cop looks back confused and says, "We're not going to take you anywhere, sir."
The man replies, "You gonna wheel me out into the cold?"
The cop shakes his head and says, "No, Sir. We're here for him," and points to the man who had come in earlier.
The man with the fishing pole now seems to ramble off to himself about things and we all ignore him. A doctor briskly walks out of the emergency room doors and to the man sitting across from me between the two policemen.
"Why are you trying to kill yourself today?"
The man has a slight twitch and says, "Things are getting bad. I can't stand living there anymore."
"With your mother?"
"She's crazy. She's a bitch. I can't stand it. I can't fucking stand it."
"It can't be that bad now. How do you plan to kill yourself?"
"I have ways."
"How?"
"You'll find out when you find me dead."
"Tell me, really, what do you plan to do?"
"I have pills. Lots of pills. I'll take them all."
"Well, you know what. I don't think you'll do it. Now go home." The doctor turns a complete 180 on his heels and speeds back behind the emergency doors. One cop looks to the other and says, "Are we done here? Do we need to do anything else?"
The other replies, "I suppose we can leave now. Let's get him out of here."
I'm sitting there terrified. This man who is planning to commit suicide was told he probably wouldn't do it. I'm assuming the man now thinks he was issued a challenge. Challenge accepted. The one officer gets up and takes the man outside while the other is grabbing things to leave. The fisherman in the wheel chair yells out again, "Where are you gonna take me? Huh?"
Hospital security now walks by and the officer looks up to him and says, "What's his problem?"
Security responds, "What do you mean?"
"Well, he keeps asking me where I'm going to take him."
Security shrugs and looks at the fisherman. "Are you here for medical help?"
"WHERE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME?" the fisherman screams out.
The cop looks at security and asks, "Would you like me to get him out of here."
The receptionists all nod and security gestures for him to do his job. The officer goes towards the man and tells him he needs to leave the property. The fisherman begs for a minute as the officer agrees. You can tell he is getting impatient though because the fisherman seems to be doing nothing. Finally he has enough and puts a hand on his shoulder. The fisherman plants his butt firmly in his wheelchair. He asks to borrow a coat. The cop tells him he has no spare jacket. The fisherman looks at me and my eyes get wide and I shake my head. Had I not been wearing Steve's jacket, I may have contemplating giving him my coat, but it was not my coat to give. He begs for a blanket. The cop explains how he has no blanket and one of the receptionists offers to give him a blanket. She retrieves the blanket and hands it to the man. The officer now forces him out of the wheel chair and takes him outside.
Finally feeling secure that the crazies are gone, I open my shitty book back up to begin reading. About twenty minutes after the police leave, the fisherman comes wondering back in. The police are now gone. The receptionist pulls up the desk phone and calls for security. Security arrives shortly after and escorts him outside in which only a half hour later, he returns. He comes through the door and the hefty security guard puffs up.
"Can I use the bathroom, please?"
The security guard relaxes slightly and says, "Certainly, sir!"
"How long do I have? A minute? Two minutes? Five?"
"Well, you're not going to camp in there, so you don't have long."
The fisherman hurries along into the bathroom and the security guard looks at me. "How long would you give him?"
I laugh slightly and say, "Three minutes and forty-two seconds."
The guard checks his watch and says, "You got it!"
After some time, the guard checks the restroom. I'm not sure what happens, but he comes back out and doesn't say anything. I try to entertain myself once again since the excitement has dispersed. With no success, I still find myself completely bored. Finally, the bathroom door opens and the fisherman exits. He sits up at the receptionist window and she asks how to help him.
"I dropped my blanket in the toilet. It's all wet. Will I be able to get a new one?"
"Sir, I already gave you one blanket. We're not even really supposed to give out the blankets to non-patients. I made an exception for you. How can you ask of me to get you another blanket now?"
He begs for another blanket and she calls for security in which the burly security officer shows back up. He tells the man he has to leave and escorts him outside. About ten minutes after he is escorted outside, Steve, Brandy's husband comes out of the emergency doors to go outside for a smoke and asks me to join him. Not for a smoke of course, but for company. I agree and head out into the freezing cold winds.
We stand out there and he takes a drag. "Well, Brandy's pregnant. They know that, they just don't know why it hurts so badly. So they're going to be testing to find out why and hopefully we can be heading home. Would you like to take Steve's truck and run me over please?"
I chuckle and remain silent. I knew she'd either be pregnant or just retarded. It turns out she wasn't retarded this time. Steve looks at me and his eyes grow serious, "You cannot tell Steve what I've told you tonight. You can't tell Dan or Mike or anyone. Do you think Dan will kick us out if he knows Brandy's pregnant."
This thought had occurred to me, long before I even knew Brandy was pregnant. I honestly didn't know the answer to his question. Dan's an amazing guy, but it's asking a bit much to ask to raise your child in his house. I don't know if he'd put up with it. I told Steve exactly what I thought and he agreed it was an awkward situation. Steve finishes his cigarette and returns inside to the emergency room in which I return to my couch. I lay my head down and sprawl out and before I know it, I'm asleep. The vibration of my phone woke me and it was a text from Steve. He was on lunch. I wanted to be home by the time he went to lunch, but it was apparent that wasn't going to happen. I head back out to my car to call Steve on his lunch and I run into Brandy's Steve out the door who's smoking another cigarette. He asks me if I'm speaking to Steve and I nod. He asks if I've told him and I shake my head. Steve nods and I head out to the car to talk to him. Steve guesses right off the bat. She either miscarried or she's pregnant. I didn't say which or if it was either, but Steve knew. I sat and spoke with Steve of my crazy night until I saw Brandy in my side view mirror. They hopped in the car and said we could go home now. I get off the phone with Steve and rush home to see him. He only has five minutes now before he has to go back. I cuddle with him on the couch and fall asleep on his stomach in the few minutes we have. He wakes me up and kisses me goodbye and I wake up and clean the house. I do the laundry and the dishes. I take care of the dog. I had to get a detailing on my car this morning, so I just stayed awake for that as well. I continued to do laundry and clean until Steve came home in which I finally fell asleep with him. I woke up around 8 in which Dan greeted me with a good morning and asked me if I'd like a burger and if I wouldn't mind frying the bacon for the burgers.
The night and adventure in which I experienced was a strange one. I was told not to tell Steve anything about the baby, but Brandy broke it to him. She told Mike as well and Dan. As soon as they stepped in the door. Here I am feeling terrible that Steve had guessed about the baby and here she is blabbing everything to everyone. I suppose it's her life though. She can do as she pleases. She hasn't shut up about being pregnant though. She uses it as an excuse for everything and she also suddenly has cravings and silly things that pregnant women go through. It's all fake though. She's like a week pregnant.
I'll allow her to live her life how she pleases though. It's not my decisions, just my car and drivers license that will be abused.
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