how to make her brain and mouth
work in order to tell them. Her mind was not functioning properly. Charlotte
had been in a daze-like state, going in and out of panic. She tried to
concentrate enough to fight her way through the fog.
First, she slowly started
to nod her head, and then she heard her own voice. It sounded odd and as if in
the distance.
“Yes…yes, of course,” she
mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
“You’ll need to put some
shoes on, first.”
She looked down at
herself and saw she was still wearing the outfit she'd worn to the wedding. A
modest but flattering red shoulder dress, that ended just above her knees. It
felt totally inappropriate to wear to the hospital.
Well, at least I match
the color of Logan’s blood. She thought bitterly, as she managed to shove her feet back
into her heels and begin to stagger out of the house to the ambulance.
She felt the cool air
wash over her face, as she went outside. All of the effects of the alcohol
she'd consumed had worn off. She felt completely sober now, the great time that
she’d had at the reception a little while ago was already a distant memory.
Charlotte was guided to
the awaiting vehicle, as she continued to struggle to process what had
happened. None of it seemed real. It was too much to deal with. She felt
overwhelmed and out of her element.
She was helped into the
back of the ambulance and she sat down on one of the spare seats as Logan’s
stretcher was hoisted up and wheeled in beside her. A paramedic handed her the house
keys.
“I’ve locked up the house
for you,” she said kindly.
“Thank you,” Charlotte
whispered, clutching the keys in one hand and reaching for Logan’s hand with
her other.
Charlotte squeezed his
hand tightly for the entire journey as she watched him through a daze, as the
female paramedic went about her work. The young lady seemed to be efficient and
gentle. She looked as if she knew exactly what she was doing. The lady was very
nice, at one point during the journey; she patted Charlotte's hand and declared
that Logan had been stabilized about eight minutes into the drive.
Upon arrival at the
hospital, there was another flurry of activity as Logan was whisked out of the
ambulance and straight into the Emergency ward, leaving Charlotte to get out on
her own and walk inside. As she did so, she wondered where they'd taken him and
what was going to happen next.
As she stood there, just
inside of the hospital entrance, she looked up and around at all of the
different signs and departments. There were three potential directions for her
to choose. A slight panic was beginning to set in, as she realized she had no
idea where to go. She couldn’t even focus on the words properly. She couldn’t
concentrate enough to read.
Charlotte simply wandered
through a random door and came face to face with a tall, well-built and boyishly
handsome man in green scrubs. He was just pulling on a pair of surgical gloves.
“Can I help you?” he
asked.
“I…Logan…I…” Charlotte
mumbled through her daze.
He regarded her with kind
eyes and then put his hand gently on her upper arm.
“You’re in a state of
shock. I’ll take you to the waiting room,” he said kindly.
She let the nice doctor guide
her back through the door and down a short corridor into the Emergency waiting
room. He led her to the chairs.
“There you go. Just sit
down and rest for a bit. You can wait here. There's some coffee over there, in
that corner,” he said kindly, as he gestured to a different part of the large
area.
“Thank you, Doctor?” she
mumbled.
“Brett Devlin.”
Charlotte held out her
hand and he hesitated holding up his gloved hand, “Oh well, I need to change
these anyway,” before shrugging and returning her handshake.
Even through the latex,
Charlotte felt a spark of electricity between them. They stood there hand in
hand, as they held each other’s gaze for just a moment or two longer than normal.
Then he said a quick and
work in order to tell them. Her mind was not functioning properly. Charlotte
had been in a daze-like state, going in and out of panic. She tried to
concentrate enough to fight her way through the fog.
First, she slowly started
to nod her head, and then she heard her own voice. It sounded odd and as if in
the distance.
“Yes…yes, of course,” she
mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
“You’ll need to put some
shoes on, first.”
She looked down at
herself and saw she was still wearing the outfit she'd worn to the wedding. A
modest but flattering red shoulder dress, that ended just above her knees. It
felt totally inappropriate to wear to the hospital.
Well, at least I match
the color of Logan’s blood. She thought bitterly, as she managed to shove her feet back
into her heels and begin to stagger out of the house to the ambulance.
She felt the cool air
wash over her face, as she went outside. All of the effects of the alcohol
she'd consumed had worn off. She felt completely sober now, the great time that
she’d had at the reception a little while ago was already a distant memory.
Charlotte was guided to
the awaiting vehicle, as she continued to struggle to process what had
happened. None of it seemed real. It was too much to deal with. She felt
overwhelmed and out of her element.
She was helped into the
back of the ambulance and she sat down on one of the spare seats as Logan’s
stretcher was hoisted up and wheeled in beside her. A paramedic handed her the house
keys.
“I’ve locked up the house
for you,” she said kindly.
“Thank you,” Charlotte
whispered, clutching the keys in one hand and reaching for Logan’s hand with
her other.
Charlotte squeezed his
hand tightly for the entire journey as she watched him through a daze, as the
female paramedic went about her work. The young lady seemed to be efficient and
gentle. She looked as if she knew exactly what she was doing. The lady was very
nice, at one point during the journey; she patted Charlotte's hand and declared
that Logan had been stabilized about eight minutes into the drive.
Upon arrival at the
hospital, there was another flurry of activity as Logan was whisked out of the
ambulance and straight into the Emergency ward, leaving Charlotte to get out on
her own and walk inside. As she did so, she wondered where they'd taken him and
what was going to happen next.
As she stood there, just
inside of the hospital entrance, she looked up and around at all of the
different signs and departments. There were three potential directions for her
to choose. A slight panic was beginning to set in, as she realized she had no
idea where to go. She couldn’t even focus on the words properly. She couldn’t
concentrate enough to read.
Charlotte simply wandered
through a random door and came face to face with a tall, well-built and boyishly
handsome man in green scrubs. He was just pulling on a pair of surgical gloves.
“Can I help you?” he
asked.
“I…Logan…I…” Charlotte
mumbled through her daze.
He regarded her with kind
eyes and then put his hand gently on her upper arm.
“You’re in a state of
shock. I’ll take you to the waiting room,” he said kindly.
She let the nice doctor guide
her back through the door and down a short corridor into the Emergency waiting
room. He led her to the chairs.
“There you go. Just sit
down and rest for a bit. You can wait here. There's some coffee over there, in
that corner,” he said kindly, as he gestured to a different part of the large
area.
“Thank you, Doctor?” she
mumbled.
“Brett Devlin.”
Charlotte held out her
hand and he hesitated holding up his gloved hand, “Oh well, I need to change
these anyway,” before shrugging and returning her handshake.
Even through the latex,
Charlotte felt a spark of electricity between them. They stood there hand in
hand, as they held each other’s gaze for just a moment or two longer than normal.
Then he said a quick and
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