Holly Hearts Headlines (Holly Hearts Hollywood Book 2) by Kenley Conrad Page B
Authors: Kenley Conrad
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I’ve been ushered into the waiting room amongst the coughing and sneezing masses. Sierra and Akbar are here too, but they seem fine to me. Alice, our driving instructor, said that because of liability and other fancy insurance reasons we all have to go to the hospital to get checked out no matter what or she could get in trouble with her job.
Sierra gave me her Blink 182 sweatshirt to press against my open wound to stop the blood, which was very generous of her because I’m pretty sure that it isn’t easy to find Blink 182 sweatshirts anymore. We tried to move the sweatshirt a little bit ago to see if the bleeding had stopped, but the blood had crusted to the sweatshirt like glue and now it is completely stuck on the side of my head. I’m not even kidding, there is currently a Blink 182 sweatshirt dangling from my forehead.
My mom is on her way and oh boy is she not happy. I could tell that she really wanted to chew me out and lecture me, but I think she’s waiting until the doctors tell her I’m not going to die before she lays into me. Mom’s number one fear is that we say something mean to one another and then die tragically moments later and thus the last words we spoke to one another were words of hate instead of love. I think my mom watches too much TV.
Alice is really nervous. I can tell because she won’t stop talking. So far, she has told me very long stories about her five cats who are all named after characters from Shakespearean tragedies. She named them Ophelia, Titus, Goneril, Caesar, and Cressida. I think it sounds really gloomy to name your cats after characters that die. Why wouldn’t you want to name them after happy characters from Shakespeare like Touchstone in As You Like It or after Gwen Paltrow’s character in Shakespeare in Love ?
Anyway, they’ve so far let several people with tuberculosis-sounding coughs back to see the doctors and yet I’m still here with a sweatshirt glued to my head.
Later, 2:30pm—Emergency Room at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center
I’m sitting on a bed in the emergency room and I’m shielded behind a curtain because the guy next to me is currently hemorrhaging blood and all of the doctors and nurses are running around shouting scary stuff like, “Heart rate is unstable!” and “Can I get a clamp please?”
I should’ve been in and out of here really quickly after they made sure I don’t have a concussion, but alas I’ve already been sitting on this bed for ten minutes. Do you know why I’m still sitting here and not on my way home to get lectured by my mother?
The nurses can’t get the sweatshirt off of my head. It is totally and completely stuck. I can’t even get in a car accident without making an idiot of myself. Oh, the nurse is coming back right now with a pair of industrial sized scissors.
Later, 3:00pm—Emergency Room at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center
After three nurses cut the Blink 182 sweatshirt to bits and pried the bloody remains off with tweezers, I started to bleed everywhere and then I apparently passed out. I do not remember passing out, which is highly disappointing because I’ve always wanted to know what it is like to faint. Every time it happens in movies there is always some handsome gentlemen who catches the heroine on her way to the ground. He gently lays her on the ground and admires her unconscious form.
Me however, I slumped right off of the examination table and hit my head against the tile floor while the male nurses did absolutely nothing. They probably didn’t even admire my unconscious form, the brutes. Instead, I have a serious bruise on my skull and they’re saying that I most likely have a concussion now.
Can you believe it? The car accident didn’t give me a concussion but my inability to stay conscious around copious amounts of blood did give me one. Life isn’t fair. Oh boy, my mom just got here. Hell’s probably about to break loose. Mom doesn’t like seeing her children injured,
Sierra gave me her Blink 182 sweatshirt to press against my open wound to stop the blood, which was very generous of her because I’m pretty sure that it isn’t easy to find Blink 182 sweatshirts anymore. We tried to move the sweatshirt a little bit ago to see if the bleeding had stopped, but the blood had crusted to the sweatshirt like glue and now it is completely stuck on the side of my head. I’m not even kidding, there is currently a Blink 182 sweatshirt dangling from my forehead.
My mom is on her way and oh boy is she not happy. I could tell that she really wanted to chew me out and lecture me, but I think she’s waiting until the doctors tell her I’m not going to die before she lays into me. Mom’s number one fear is that we say something mean to one another and then die tragically moments later and thus the last words we spoke to one another were words of hate instead of love. I think my mom watches too much TV.
Alice is really nervous. I can tell because she won’t stop talking. So far, she has told me very long stories about her five cats who are all named after characters from Shakespearean tragedies. She named them Ophelia, Titus, Goneril, Caesar, and Cressida. I think it sounds really gloomy to name your cats after characters that die. Why wouldn’t you want to name them after happy characters from Shakespeare like Touchstone in As You Like It or after Gwen Paltrow’s character in Shakespeare in Love ?
Anyway, they’ve so far let several people with tuberculosis-sounding coughs back to see the doctors and yet I’m still here with a sweatshirt glued to my head.
Later, 2:30pm—Emergency Room at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center
I’m sitting on a bed in the emergency room and I’m shielded behind a curtain because the guy next to me is currently hemorrhaging blood and all of the doctors and nurses are running around shouting scary stuff like, “Heart rate is unstable!” and “Can I get a clamp please?”
I should’ve been in and out of here really quickly after they made sure I don’t have a concussion, but alas I’ve already been sitting on this bed for ten minutes. Do you know why I’m still sitting here and not on my way home to get lectured by my mother?
The nurses can’t get the sweatshirt off of my head. It is totally and completely stuck. I can’t even get in a car accident without making an idiot of myself. Oh, the nurse is coming back right now with a pair of industrial sized scissors.
Later, 3:00pm—Emergency Room at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center
After three nurses cut the Blink 182 sweatshirt to bits and pried the bloody remains off with tweezers, I started to bleed everywhere and then I apparently passed out. I do not remember passing out, which is highly disappointing because I’ve always wanted to know what it is like to faint. Every time it happens in movies there is always some handsome gentlemen who catches the heroine on her way to the ground. He gently lays her on the ground and admires her unconscious form.
Me however, I slumped right off of the examination table and hit my head against the tile floor while the male nurses did absolutely nothing. They probably didn’t even admire my unconscious form, the brutes. Instead, I have a serious bruise on my skull and they’re saying that I most likely have a concussion now.
Can you believe it? The car accident didn’t give me a concussion but my inability to stay conscious around copious amounts of blood did give me one. Life isn’t fair. Oh boy, my mom just got here. Hell’s probably about to break loose. Mom doesn’t like seeing her children injured,
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