A/N: All right, so the real title is "Ámang Hire Sun Áblícan" which vaguely translates to "While the sun yet shines" in Old English. I wrote this last May for my Creative Writing class and have not been able to write anything since. So I thought posting this might help. Its a retelling of Faramir and Éowyn, but you have to know that to get it. Also, I must state, that I watch too much Grey's Anatomy for my own good.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ámang Hire Sun Áblícan
Elizabeth Evanston sat in the almost deserted emergency waiting room with her left hand clutched to her chest. She had kept it that way since the night before, but had thought not to come to the hospital until the morning. She would have been there until the morning anyway, and thought that, by coming in at 6:30 AM, at least she could be out sooner than later. She had managed to drive there without much trouble, except when it came to turning. Currently she was trying to come up with a plausible excuse for how she could have broken her arm and not mention how she actually did it.
"Elizabeth Evanston," the receptionist called out to the room. Elizabeth stood, and the receptionist said, "Follow me Miss Evanston." She led Elizabeth to a bed and pulled the hangings on one side to hide the other bed from view. She motioned for Elizabeth to sit, and when she was seated she began to take Elizabeth's temperature followed by her heart rate. She told her everything was normal and said a doctor would be there to see her as soon as possible.
Elizabeth fell backwards on the bed as soon as the receptionist left. She was exhausted, having slept little from rolling over in her sleep and cursing her arm. Last night, she thought, but then quickly tried to think of something else. She tried to think of anything else.
She heard footsteps enter and a low voice say, "Miss Evanston?" before she sat. Two doctors were standing in front of her. Both had dark hair and light blue eyes, but there were differences between them as well. One was younger and had longer hair, but not by much. Elizabeth was captivated by both of them. She brushed a stray strand of her blonde hair off of her face and vaguely wished she were wearing something other than her plain tee-shirt and a pair of sweat pants.
"I'm Dr. Trey and this is Dr. Huntington. He is my intern and he will be assessing me today as well as you. May I see your arm?" The older one offered his hand to her and she gingerly took her hand off her chest and placed it in Dr. Trey's. He gently turned it over. She tried not to wince at the pain, but could not help herself. "Well, it is broken, I'll have Dr. Huntington take you to get x-rays as soon as possible." He smiled and turned and walked away.
Elizabeth looked after him before he left, then she turned to Dr. Huntington. "If you are ready Miss Evanston, we can head over to x-ray now," he said smiling. They walked in silence, Elizabeth feeling like she should say something but not being able to come up with the words. They waited for a little before they could go into the x-ray room and then Elizabeth gingerly put her arm down for x-rays. Walking back to the bed she had sat on before was done much in the same fashion.
"We have to wait a little for the x-rays and then I can see what I can do about your arm, Miss Evanston."
"Elizabeth, you can call me Elizabeth." She finally said. "I don't really like Miss Evanston, makes it sound like I am at a job or something." She said lightly.
"All right, Elizabeth. Lizzy?" He asked cautiously.
"No, I haven't been Lizzy since I was five. I never really liked it." They sat in silence for a while, Elizabeth's eyes darting around the room.
"You don't have a job?" Dr. Huntington asked. Elizabeth whipped her head back to him.
"No, last year of college." She said off handily.
"What is your major?" He asked, then he laughed a little. "Stupidest question in the world, huh?"
"Yes, and I don't have one. I was trying to get something to be a vet, but then I was turned off to that." She turned her head away, not wanting to talk about it anymore. She had hated people pestering her about declaring something, anything, for her major. She had enough credits to still get her biology degree, but she also had credits for other degrees.
"Dr. Huntington?" A nurse called. He stood and walked out of the room to join her. Elizabeth turned her head to the door, trying to hear what was being said. He came back in holding her x-rays in his hand. He turned on the screen on the side of the room, and placed them on there. Elizabeth looked at the clear picture of her broken wrist.
"See here," he pointed to the break, "you at least have a clean break, nothing too bad. I can put it in a cast and it should be healed in no time." He smiled, turning back to her. Elizabeth felt that this was going to be a little better than her mind could have come up with. Infection from not treating it soon enough, deformity for the same reason, she realized that taking anatomy classes might not have been the best thing for her. "Elizabeth?"
"Hm?" She tried to remember the question that he had asked, obviously having missed it from thinking too much.
"How did you break your arm?" He asked.
"I feel down the stairs." She lied. It seemed to work, though he looked at her strangely. "I don't bruise easily." She added, trying to cover up why only her wrist would be hurt.
"I see," he commented as the nurse brought in the plaster and gauze to bandage her arm. Dr. Huntington held out his hand and Elizabeth slowly placed hers in his. "This might hurt a little." He said as he took her wrist and covered it with gauze. As he wrapped and plastered her wrist they talked about meaningless things. They mentioned that they both had older brothers.
"What does your brother do, Dr. Huntington?" Elizabeth asked.
"Brad is in the army, what about yours?"
"Elliot wants to join the police academy, but right now he works at a stable. He needs to save up money first." She answered.
They were talking about meaningless things again. Dr. Huntington finished with the cast, and Elizabeth stood, beginning to leave.
"Wait," he called after her. "You need to take this back up to the front." He handed her a paper for the receptionist. "And come back in a week to have a smaller cast put on. You can ask for me, Flynn Huntington." He smiled at her.
"All right, one week and I'll be back." She took the paper and left.
All right, I also want you to be brutally honest with this. Go ahead, I really don't care and I will respond to everyone. Trust me, I was ripped apart at one point last year in that class.