Prompt: hospital
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
Brooke could barely get her words out as she approached the desk and tried to tell them her name and why she was there.
"I-I-I'm Brooke. McQueen. I got a… there was an-an accident… Sam-" Her breath hitched "Sam and Joseph McPherson?" Her shaking hands brushed windswept hair out of her eyes.
"Are you a relation?"
"My wife and child." Brooke snapped impatiently and then shot the receptionist an apologetic look. The woman returned it with a smile, found a room number and a doctor's name and waved over an orderly to accompany Brooke.
The hallways seemed twice as long as they should be as she walked, unable to hear anything the young man was telling her. It took far too long to reach the destination and find the doctor she needed to see. It was as though her ears were filled with cotton balls and the words were being filtered through them. Word that, when they finally made sense, told her that Sam and Joseph were fine except for a broken arm, bruised ribs, one cracked, and a few abrasions. And when she was finally let in to see them, she hugged them both so fiercely she couldn't be sure she hadn't bruised a rib or two herself.
"Mama look! Dr Kinsey signed my cast!" Joseph, dark-haired and hazel-eyed, was grinning up at her and waving his cast in the air when she finally let them go. Seemingly unaffected and unphased, thank god. "Mommy, what is my cast made of?" This directed at Sam, who hadn't quiet regained all of her colour and was holding her left arm to her torso. Their eyes met, a world of unspoken words flowing between them, and Sam smiled.
"I don't know honey, what do you think it's made of?"
"Snakeskin and glue!"