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Patient Impossible

Saturday, July 7th 9:52 pm

Hello. This is 911, what can I help you with?

Hello? 911? There's a man here. I need an ambulance! He's been stabbed in the chest three times, and he's got a severe neck wound. My daughter saw him and he still has a pulse! Ma'am! He needs an ambulance!

Please ma'am calm down, can you tell me your location?

Umm, an alleyway in Oakland Avenue, St. Louis.

Okay Ma'am, an ambulance is on it's way.

Thank you so much.

"At 10:19 pm on the 7th of July, Alfred F. Jones was admitted into Barnes-Jewish Hospital. He was immediately taken to surgery, and at 10:45 pm he was admitted into the ICU. He has not woken up as of yet." The young man said.

"Thank you, Harp. McNeal! Have you gotten me that file yet?" An older man called out.

"Yes sir, here's the file you asked for," the nurse said handing the doctor a manilla

folder.

"Thank you. Let's see."

"Sir, are you wondering the same thing as me? How is that man still alive? That neck wound slice completely through his common carotid artery. He should not be alive!" The younger doctor wondered aloud.

The older man just grunted and looked at the file in front of him.

Name: Alfred F. Jones

Age: N/A

Birthdate: July 4th

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Relatives: Arthur Kirkland, Matthew Williams

Contact Information: N/A

Emergency Contact Information: N/A

Disabilities: Far Sighted, developed at a younger age.

The man just stared at the paper in front of him. Was that it? he had no contact information, no information on his age, and how were they going to get a hold of his relatives? They were probably worried sick about this man.

But what puzzled the man the most was that the most was that they had a day, but no age.

Who was that patient?

Alfred's eyes slowly made their way to open. There were three things he noticed.

One. He was starving.

Two. Iggy was going to kill him when he found out that he'd been admitted into a hospital.

Three. He had to get out of that place. Now.

He slowly turned his head to the table beside him to see his broken glasses that had been smashed from his run in with a thug. He'd tried to tell the woman and girl that he was fine and they needed to leave, but they wouldn't listen. His citizens could be so stubborn sometimes.

He looked over to see a nurse and doctor walk into his room. He would have closed his eyes and feigned sleep except they had seen him awake.

"Good morning sir," said Doctor voiced.

Alfred was silent, he knew what they were thinking, they were his citizens after all.

Well, silent except for his stomach.

The doctor laughed at the rumbling volcano that was Alfred's stomach.

"I'm guessing you're probably hungry. Nurse, can we get him some food please?" the doctor asked politely to the nurse.

"Yes sir." She replied before walking away.

Alfred just continued to stare at his glasses, slowly he began to reach out for them so he could get a better view of his surroundings. The doctor, Caleb Furman, (Don't forget, Al knows everything about his citizens) just stood by the door watching as Al slipped the glasses on his face. Suddenly everything came into focus, and he could see the IV poking into his arm and went to pull it out.

"I wouldn't do that it I were you," Dr. Furman said quickly.

Alfred just looked at the man. "But I don't need it."

"Sir, you were found with three chest wounds and a wound to your common carotid artery."

"I'm aware, I think I would know where my body has been sliced up." He continued to pull the IV from his arm and then he went for the tubes that were up his nose.

"SIR!" Dr. Furman was by his bedside trying to restrain the man from removing anything else. At this time the nurse came back in and after setting the tray of food on the counter she arrived to assist the doctor.

"Sir, please calm down!"

But Alfred knew that he had to get out of the hospital at any cost, but with his weakened state the most he could do was try to push the two people off of him, and almost was successful, had he not made such a commotion that soon several more nurses had rushed in to help restrain him.

He was so close.

And now he found himself being strapped onto his bed.

With another IV being slipped into his arm.

His eyes slowly began to droop.

He had to get out of this place.

The room around him began to darken.

He had to contact Iggy, or Mattie, or Francis, or someone.

The darkness had already consumed most of the room.

They'll find out.

Everything went black.

Arthur thought that maybe for once in his life he could finally get a decent night sleep.

He was wrong.

Wearily he looked at the clock and read 4:30.

He grumbled before picking up the phone that he would have much preferred stayed silent.

"What do you want America?"

"England? It's Canada."

"Canada? The only one who will call me at this time is America. What's going on?"

"Well, I was hanging with America at his place and we decided to go sightseeing and while at our hotel, America went out to go get some food because he was hungry, like always, but it's been at least four hours and he still hasn't come back."

"I'm sure he's probably just dilly dallying."

"England, he didn't answer his phone."

At this Arthur froze. Yeah, America could be forgetful, and a bloody idiot, but he will knock over tables to answer a phone. Why wouldn't he pick up his phone?

"Well, what are you doing now?"

"I've been walking around searching for him for about an hour now. And England I-" Canada suddenly cut off.

"Canada? Matth-"

"Arthur, get to America now."

"Canada what's wrong?" England was already out of bed and putting clothes on.

"There's a huge crowd.. and.. an ambulance.."

"Matthew!"

"Arthur, America's being taken into an ambulance!"

The call cut off. Arthur was frozen. What could have happened to get that git so badly hurt that he couldn't get away before being caught? He dialed another number. After getting a plane ready he grabbed his suitcase and ran out of his house.

As he jumped into his car and began driving he quickly punched in another number.

" 'Ello?"

"France. I need a favour, and I need it now."

"What is it Angleterre?"

So I'm being a total jerk and leaving it like that. I'll try to get more written if I can and then try to put it up, but my school obviously doesn't like me because and Honors English class I take I have summer homework. Blargh. Well, that and I also need to work on my Speech and Debate cutting too. And yes, Barnes-Jewish is a real hospital, and a very VERY nice one at that. The doctors and nurses and people working there were all very pleasant people. Well, I hope you liked my story, and if you didn't thanks for at least trying to read it. Bye!