Jena
responded.
“Nothing, not
important,” Simon said nervously.
The elevator
didn’t seem to be moving.
“Why aren’t we
going up?” Jena asked, looking up at Simon.
“I don’t know,”
Simon answered.
Jena managed a
fragile giggle. She noticed that none of the floor numbers were lit. “It
usually helps when you push the button.”
“Oh, right,”
Simon said. “Going up.”
The moment the
elevator thrust itself upward, Jena wished they had just stayed on the first floor.
“This is
surreal,” she said.
“Tell me about
it,” Simon said. The elevator doors opened on the second floor and three
doctors and a police officer joined them.
Oh for the love
of God ,
Jena thought to herself. She said a silent prayer of thanks that she didn’t
recognize the cop. Then she said a silent prayer of petition that the newcomers
wouldn’t get off on the third floor. When the doors opened, the doctors
remained in the elevator. The officer, unfortunately, joined Simon and Jena and
stepped onto the third floor.
A demon, a cop,
and a psychic walk into a bar , Jena thought.
After exiting
the elevator, the police officer turned left. Simon pushed Jena to the right.
Although it wasn’t the right direction, Jena understood why he didn’t want to
walk beside the cop. Fortunately, the floor looped around. She just hoped they
got to Nicholas’ room before passing the cop again.
“Sorry, I just
couldn’t,” Simon said softly. “What’s the number again?”
“334,” Jena
said. “You can roll a little faster. I think even dying turtles move at a
faster pace.”
Simon laughed,
but she could feel his tension level rise when they had to walk past Anish. He
was having what looked like an intimate conversation with four nurses. One
thing was crystal clear: he had their attention. They reached Nicholas’ room
without incident.
It’s the little
things that matter, Jena
mused. When she saw Nicholas she nearly cried out to him. He looked so weak and
pitiful. It nearly ripped Jena’s heart from her chest. Suddenly nothing
mattered more than getting Nicholas out of that hospital.
“Okay, you need
to keep watch,” Simon reminded her.
“Right,” Jena
said. She took a deep breath before getting up from the chair. That need for a
few seconds of peace quite possibly saved their asses. Just as she began to
push herself up from the wheelchair, the door opened. Whoever was standing
there didn’t move; Jena could see the shadow that was cast by the bright
lighting in the hall corridor.
Simon put his
hand up slowly, trying to motion to Jena that she needed to stay put. Yeah, no
crap. She rolled her eyes.
Finally, the
shadow disappeared and a nurse entered the room. She was drop dead gorgeous:
tall, slender, with fire red hair and a damn near perfect, fair complexion. Her
eyes were a deep, emerald green, and they literally seemed to sparkle. She had
a kind of way about her, like she was the best nurse to have ever lived. Simply
put, she was the ginger version of Mary Poppins. The Mary Poppins of nursing.
Simon hoped that
he didn’t have to talk. He was speechless. Hoping that Jena hadn’t noticed his
drooling over Nurse Poppins, he stared at his feet.
“Hi, guys,”
Nurse Poppins said. She smiled.
Dazzling , Simon mused.
“Hi,” Jena said.
“This is my boyfriend,” she said, pointing to Nicholas. Jena immediately
regretted having said that. Now, when Nicholas disappeared, the cops would know
exactly where to look. But that was the best Jena could come up with while the
star witness against them, Nurse Poppins, stood in front of her.
“How are you
feeling, sweetie?” Nurse Poppins asked.
“Better,
thanks,” Jena said. “How’s Nicholas?”
“No change,” she
said sadly. “But he’s in everyone’s thoughts and prayers.”
“That’s good to
know,” Jena said, feeling guilty. She knew Nurse Poppins would be upset when
Nicholas disappeared.
“I’m sorry,
guys, but could you excuse us? I need to
responded.
“Nothing, not
important,” Simon said nervously.
The elevator
didn’t seem to be moving.
“Why aren’t we
going up?” Jena asked, looking up at Simon.
“I don’t know,”
Simon answered.
Jena managed a
fragile giggle. She noticed that none of the floor numbers were lit. “It
usually helps when you push the button.”
“Oh, right,”
Simon said. “Going up.”
The moment the
elevator thrust itself upward, Jena wished they had just stayed on the first floor.
“This is
surreal,” she said.
“Tell me about
it,” Simon said. The elevator doors opened on the second floor and three
doctors and a police officer joined them.
Oh for the love
of God ,
Jena thought to herself. She said a silent prayer of thanks that she didn’t
recognize the cop. Then she said a silent prayer of petition that the newcomers
wouldn’t get off on the third floor. When the doors opened, the doctors
remained in the elevator. The officer, unfortunately, joined Simon and Jena and
stepped onto the third floor.
A demon, a cop,
and a psychic walk into a bar , Jena thought.
After exiting
the elevator, the police officer turned left. Simon pushed Jena to the right.
Although it wasn’t the right direction, Jena understood why he didn’t want to
walk beside the cop. Fortunately, the floor looped around. She just hoped they
got to Nicholas’ room before passing the cop again.
“Sorry, I just
couldn’t,” Simon said softly. “What’s the number again?”
“334,” Jena
said. “You can roll a little faster. I think even dying turtles move at a
faster pace.”
Simon laughed,
but she could feel his tension level rise when they had to walk past Anish. He
was having what looked like an intimate conversation with four nurses. One
thing was crystal clear: he had their attention. They reached Nicholas’ room
without incident.
It’s the little
things that matter, Jena
mused. When she saw Nicholas she nearly cried out to him. He looked so weak and
pitiful. It nearly ripped Jena’s heart from her chest. Suddenly nothing
mattered more than getting Nicholas out of that hospital.
“Okay, you need
to keep watch,” Simon reminded her.
“Right,” Jena
said. She took a deep breath before getting up from the chair. That need for a
few seconds of peace quite possibly saved their asses. Just as she began to
push herself up from the wheelchair, the door opened. Whoever was standing
there didn’t move; Jena could see the shadow that was cast by the bright
lighting in the hall corridor.
Simon put his
hand up slowly, trying to motion to Jena that she needed to stay put. Yeah, no
crap. She rolled her eyes.
Finally, the
shadow disappeared and a nurse entered the room. She was drop dead gorgeous:
tall, slender, with fire red hair and a damn near perfect, fair complexion. Her
eyes were a deep, emerald green, and they literally seemed to sparkle. She had
a kind of way about her, like she was the best nurse to have ever lived. Simply
put, she was the ginger version of Mary Poppins. The Mary Poppins of nursing.
Simon hoped that
he didn’t have to talk. He was speechless. Hoping that Jena hadn’t noticed his
drooling over Nurse Poppins, he stared at his feet.
“Hi, guys,”
Nurse Poppins said. She smiled.
Dazzling , Simon mused.
“Hi,” Jena said.
“This is my boyfriend,” she said, pointing to Nicholas. Jena immediately
regretted having said that. Now, when Nicholas disappeared, the cops would know
exactly where to look. But that was the best Jena could come up with while the
star witness against them, Nurse Poppins, stood in front of her.
“How are you
feeling, sweetie?” Nurse Poppins asked.
“Better,
thanks,” Jena said. “How’s Nicholas?”
“No change,” she
said sadly. “But he’s in everyone’s thoughts and prayers.”
“That’s good to
know,” Jena said, feeling guilty. She knew Nurse Poppins would be upset when
Nicholas disappeared.
“I’m sorry,
guys, but could you excuse us? I need to
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