Strangest Circumstances
Chapter 2
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Katya thought her feet were going to drop off. She’d gotten off at 1:00 pm, and then her next shift started at 5:00 pm. It was just after seven now, and she’d been dashing around for 2 hours.
“Kat! The man in room 221 wants something!”
“Doctor needed in theatre 2 urgently!”
“Doctor Morgan! Do you have a free hand?”
“Katya!”
“Doctor needed in theatre 2! Repeat, Doctor needed in theatre 2!”
Kat’s head was spinning. It seemed that everyone in Detroit had injured themselves this evening. She rushed to deal with the man in room 221, and then saw that one of the other doctors made it to theatre 2, and dashed off to give the nurse a hand with a young man who’d broken his arm. Just as she saw him off to surgery, the double doors of the emergency room banged open, and someone came flying in, a small bundle in their arms.
“Help! Fuck! Can someone help my daughter?” The man carrying the small blond bundle looked utterly distraught.
Kat was on the other side of the room, but even from there she could see the blood. She began making her way over. She paused when she saw Dr Wallace get there first, but decided that he would probably need a hand. He was a more senior doctor than her, but the little girl’s injury looked serious.
When Kat got to the scene, a nurse was already there with a stretcher. The man laid the little girl down gently, and Katya saw the bruises on her face, like she’d landed on a hard surface, and the unnatural twist of her left arm. The worst injury though, was the huge wooden splinter that had punctured her side.
As the man took a step back, his cap fell off. Dr Wallace looked up at him to ask what had happened, and froze. So did Katya. Eminem was standing there, his shirt bloodstained and his eyes frantic. Tomas Wallace looked down to the bruises on the little girl’s face and her broken arm, and back at her father. Mr Mathers clearly didn’t know what Wallace was thinking, but Katya Morgan did. She’d had more than one run in with the conservative, older doctor-and at least one of those arguments was about what rap music, and Eminem specifically, promoted. Oh no, thought Katya, he’s not going to…
“You!” Tomas said menacingly. “Hurting a little girl!?”
He is, Kat thought.
“What? Just fuckin’ help her!” Eminem looked dazed as he responded, not understanding the implications of what Dr Wallace had said.
“I want security! Don’t let this man near this child!” Tomas roared. He’d gotten the attention of the entire emergency room now. People gasped as they recognized the rapper.
“She’s my fucking daughter! I’d never fucking hurt her, you fag!” Em finally caught on, and he was furious.
“This looks like a CLASSIC case of child abuse! And we all know that you don’t mind violence!” Wallace yelled back.
“Are you deaf!? Or just fucking STUPID?! I’d never hurt my own fucking DAUGHTER!” The rapper looked dangerously close to exploding.
“OH? Then why is she lying HERE?! What about those bruises on her face? You sing about killing people, why not HURT YOU OWN CHILD?”
“TOMAS!” Katya yelled at him, appalled. How could he let his own, personal beliefs interfere with the well being of a patient? “How dare you! There’s NO proof this child’s injuries were caused by her father! In fact, in my professional opinion, I’d say she’s fallen from a considerable height! Don’t you DARE let your personal prejudices come into play!” Kat was livid.
“Doctor Morgan! May I remind you I’m the senior doctor on duty?!” Tomas shouted at her.
“And if you say one more word I’m reporting you! Now, help me for God’s sake!” Katya yelled, as she tried to stem the bleeding in Hailie’s side.
Glaring angrily, Tomas complied. Within seconds he was all business. “I need an intravenous and 2 packets of….?” He looked at Eminem, contempt evident in his gaze.
“What?” Em snapped.
“What’s her blood type, you ignorant fool?!” Wallace snapped.
“O negative.” The rapper snapped back.
“Two packets of O negative now! Doctor Morgan, hold this!” Kat ran around to hold the bandage in place.
They were moving now, towards the surgical area of the hospital. Mr Mathers was running along behind them, and he began talking non-stop to his semi-conscious daughter. “It’s aiight, Hailie, Daddy’s here. The nice doctor people are gonna make you all better now, k? So you be a good girl for them, aiight?”
As they came to the restricted area, Kat fell back and placed a gentle hand on Marshall’s arm. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay here.”
“What? No, I wanna go with her.” He turned to go forward again. Katya didn’t remove her hand.
“Mr Mathers, I’m sorry, but you can’t go in there. They’re preparing her for surgery, and before they can proceed you need to fill out some forms.” She spoke calmly.
“I said, I wanna fucking be with my daughter!” He yelled. He turned to look at her, and she could clearly see the desperation in his normally icy blue eyes.
A nurse came over. “I’ll deal with this, hon,” she told Kat.
“Thanks, Jill, I need to get back into that zoo.” Turning to Eminem, who was staring in the direction they’d taken Hailie. “Mr Mathers?”
“What?!” He said, angrily.
“She’ll be fine. The doctors here are very good,” Kat gave him one last smile, before heading back towards the chaos of the emergency room. As she went, she could hear Jill say, “Now no funny business with me young man. The only way you’re going to be able to help your daughter is if you fill out these forms. That’s right, right this way…”
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Hours later, Kat was exhausted. Things had only gotten worse after the incident with Eminem. For a start, Doctor Wallace, once he came back from prepping Hailie for surgery, wouldn’t speak to her, except regarding patients. And then they’d had two guys come in with bullet wounds. One had died, and the other was in a critical condition. Then the press had shown up, somebody having alerted them to the fact controversial rapper Eminem was at the hospital. They’d had to call in security from every floor of the hospital to deal with them.
Katya’s head hurt just thinking about the night. Thanks to Tomas Wallace’s insensitive remarks, the cops had also put in an appearance, saying they’d heard allegations of child abuse. Katya had had to tell them, much to Tomas’s fury, that there was no proof of abuse, and the allegations were the results of one doctor letting his personal feelings get in the way of his professional judgement. Indeed, the physical evidence backed up the father’s story, which was that the little girl had fallen from a playground.
It was going on 10:30 pm. Katya had just gotten relieved, and she was currently in the locker room removing her coat. Before she left, she was going to see all of her patients from tonight, the ones that were still in the hospital. Checking her files one last time, she made her way up towards the wards.
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Author: angelic_devil98@hotmail.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.