[prompt, Injury]
Phone. Oh good God, where's the damn phone. It's ringing and I'm sleeping, well not anymore. That is, I'm not sleeping because my phone is ringing and I realize as much as I would like to I probably shouldn't let it roll into voice mail.
"Eames." My voice is hoarse from sleep, so I clear it and repeat. "Eames."
"Alexandra Eames?" An unfamiliar female voice repeats back to me.
"Yes," I reply. That's what I just said. I'm sitting up in my bed now, completely awake. A stranger calling in the middle of the night referring to you by your full on proper name snaps a lot of focus into your brain.
"I have you listed as emergency contact information for…" She continues what she's saying but the adrenaline is buzzing in my ears so loudly that I cannot hear her. I swallow, hard. My mother? No, they would've called my father and he would've called me. My brother? No, he has a wife. My sister? No, same thing, she has a husband. "Ms. Eames?" the voice says.
"Yes. Could you repeat that please." I'm out of bed pulling on a pair of jeans and looking for a sweater.
"We have you listed as emergency contact for Robert O. Goren," she repeats what she said before, explaining that she's the ER admin, identifying the hospital. I'm now shoving my feet into my boots and running one of my hands through my hair, combing at it and tearing it out all in the same motion.
"I'm on my way," I say, my voice is hoarse again. "20 minutes." I figure, even with the sirens on, 20 minutes.
~tbc