Post by Emma Louise on Jan 5, 2023 12:13:40 GMT -6
Claire sits in the ER with her foot resting on the chair opposite. She sat watching the hustle and bustle of the ER before turning her attention back to her book.
“Estimated wait time is two and a half hours.” Her dad said as he slumped into the chair next to her.
“Good. I should be able to get to the end of this chapter by then.”
“I’ve stopped bleeding if you’re interested.”
“If you want to go home and wash up, maybe slap a plaster on it, I will not stop you.”
“Tempting. Two and a half hours just to clean a couple of cuts. But how will you get home?”
“In the olden days there was this thing called a ‘taxi’. We would call them up and they would collect us after our fathers would crash the car and send us to hospital. These ‘taxis’ would take us home.”
“You could just have said ‘Dad I will get a cab’ there was no need for the sarcasm.”
He sighs and looks round the ER.
“I might just go. There’s no point me waiting around here for a cut. They could see somebody important.”
“Like me!”
“Yes! Like you! How is it?”
Claire looks down at her foot as it rests in the chair.
“Still throbbing.”
“I’ll stay for you. If they call me to clean me up, fine. But I’ll stay for you.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
“I’m sorry by the way.”
“For what?”
“Everything. I was speeding. I was talking away. I was at fault when I crashed the car. There’s no getting around it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault I’m sat here. Yeah, you crashed the car. But I was the one that stormed off into the night like a sulking teenager."
He giggles.
“I shouldn’t laugh. But it is hard to do a proper storm off when you go elbow over tea kettle.”
“Didn’t know there were that many rocks in what looks like a green field. There should have been a warning sign at the very least!”
“What? ‘Warning: This field may contain rocks. Do not walk over this field in a strop or you may end up with a purple foot that may or may not be broken’? Ha!”
“Bloody thing’s starting to really hurt now.”
“What do you think the result’s gonna be?”
“Crutches. Broken, dislocated or plain old ‘taken a battering’. I think I’m getting crutches and a bandage at the very least. Worst case, I’m getting a cast."
“It’ll be amusing watching you rattle about the place on crutches.”
“You should call Mum when they call me in. Let her know how things are so she can stop pacing on the rug.”
“Will do.”
A nurse steps into the waiting room.
“Claire.... “
“Estimated wait time is two and a half hours.” Her dad said as he slumped into the chair next to her.
“Good. I should be able to get to the end of this chapter by then.”
“I’ve stopped bleeding if you’re interested.”
“If you want to go home and wash up, maybe slap a plaster on it, I will not stop you.”
“Tempting. Two and a half hours just to clean a couple of cuts. But how will you get home?”
“In the olden days there was this thing called a ‘taxi’. We would call them up and they would collect us after our fathers would crash the car and send us to hospital. These ‘taxis’ would take us home.”
“You could just have said ‘Dad I will get a cab’ there was no need for the sarcasm.”
He sighs and looks round the ER.
“I might just go. There’s no point me waiting around here for a cut. They could see somebody important.”
“Like me!”
“Yes! Like you! How is it?”
Claire looks down at her foot as it rests in the chair.
“Still throbbing.”
“I’ll stay for you. If they call me to clean me up, fine. But I’ll stay for you.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
“I’m sorry by the way.”
“For what?”
“Everything. I was speeding. I was talking away. I was at fault when I crashed the car. There’s no getting around it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault I’m sat here. Yeah, you crashed the car. But I was the one that stormed off into the night like a sulking teenager."
He giggles.
“I shouldn’t laugh. But it is hard to do a proper storm off when you go elbow over tea kettle.”
“Didn’t know there were that many rocks in what looks like a green field. There should have been a warning sign at the very least!”
“What? ‘Warning: This field may contain rocks. Do not walk over this field in a strop or you may end up with a purple foot that may or may not be broken’? Ha!”
“Bloody thing’s starting to really hurt now.”
“What do you think the result’s gonna be?”
“Crutches. Broken, dislocated or plain old ‘taken a battering’. I think I’m getting crutches and a bandage at the very least. Worst case, I’m getting a cast."
“It’ll be amusing watching you rattle about the place on crutches.”
“You should call Mum when they call me in. Let her know how things are so she can stop pacing on the rug.”
“Will do.”
A nurse steps into the waiting room.
“Claire.... “
