TITLE : Neophiliactic Bull + Psychotic Cow = True Love
AUTHOR : Ananova Crowe ||^_^||
AKA : An Old Cow Gone Mad
VOICE OVER: "Three months ago, I was the center of one of the biggest flukes of modern love in America's history. Heart-stricken over the "Old Bull Gone To Greener Pastures" - if you will - I wrote a column for a men's magazine to please my best friend. Little did I know that it would become the hottest topic this side of the barnyard fence. And little did I know that in the midst of this propaganda sucking article, lay a key, a key which unlocked the truth, the truth that not all men were back-stabbing morons, only some of them. And to this truth, I found love in the very last place I would ever want to look…
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CHAPTER I -
Welcome To Heaven, Please Take A Number And We Will Be With You In A Moment
"Where is he?!" Jane Goodale screamed into the man's face, her fiery eyes burning deep into his head as if his mind would tell her faster than his lips.
"Who?" The man choked out of his constricted throat, having trouble speaking through the iron grip on his smock collar, the little woman nearly lifting him off the ground.
"Eddie Alden. Where is he?" Her eyes burned with anger, but tears glazed them over, worry utterly apparent.
"I…I don't know ma'am, you'll have to ask the receptionist…" The airborne doctor said as she threw him to the ground and out of the way, her high heels clicking roughly across the gleaming floor as she made a direct line to the reception desk, god help those who were in her way.
"Excuse me," she spat out coldly, even before the large, black receptionist looked up from her computer screen. "You have to tell me where Eddie Alden is." Jane began to shift her weight from one foot to another in impatience, her fingernails clicking nervously on the reception desk.
"Who?" The large woman said slowly, looking up at her from behind a pair of square rimmed glasses that looked almost perfect to her reception-motifed clothing with the flowery undershirt and knit jacket.
"Eddie Alden, he's about six-foot-three, has dark, short hair. He was brought in about thirty minutes ago." Jane said quickly, her grasp on her slippery patience slipping that much more.
"May I ask who you are?" The black receptionist said even more slowly, idly sliding her glasses from her face as she squinted up at Jane with beady eyes hidden beneath folds of skin.
"I'm his fiancée!" Jane said hurriedly, her teeth grinding with rage in the back of her jaw.
Suddenly, the dark woman's face turned to amazement as she leaned back in her large, padded chair. "Hey, aren't you that lady?-" She began, but was suddenly cut off.
"Yes! I'm that lady! The one on the fucking Diana Robert's Show who made up the stupid Cow Theory! Now can I please find out where my fucking fiancé is or do I have to find him my fucking self?!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face freely.
Jane ignored the few turned heads as she watched the large receptionist recoil back in her chair and think twice to sink back and hide in her rolls.
"It will be just a moment." The receptionist said when she finally spoke, immediately dislodging her gaze from Jane's blazing eyes and switching them to her computer screen, her fingers erratic over the keyboard.
Jane sighed, pushing back her anger as she turned and leaned the small of her back against the lip of the desk, connecting gazes with one of the astonished pedestrians who had happened to walk by in the midst of her screaming.
"What are you looking at?" Jane hissed, smiling callously as the woman suddenly looked even more shocked, as if she were staring into the face of the devil, and immediately dropped her eyes and walked hurriedly away.
"Um, Miss Alden?" The receptionist caught her attention at the new name, and she immediately spun on her heel. "What?"
"Mr. Alden is still in surgery." The woman murmured. "Where?" Jane leaned over the desk, putting her tear-streaked face inches from the woman and looking deeply into her dark eyes.
"Fi-Fifth Floor, right across from the elevator." The woman murmured again, her voice restricted.
"Thank you." Jane called over her shoulder as she sped off to the elevator, barely avoiding colliding with people who were unfortunate enough to cross paths with her.
After a walk that had seemed too long, she finally reached the elevator and crammed herself in with a whole bunch of other people.
Her feet shifted nervously beneath her as the elevator seemed to crawl from one floor to the next, an eternity until the doors binged open and she squeezed out of the packed elevator, her body shaking uncontrollably.
She made another straight line for the doors across the hall marked:
Operating Room
Hospital Personnel Only
Ignoring the stenciled forbiddance, she pushed roughly through the doors and stomped swiftly down the hall, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
As she turned a corner, she nearly knocked over a blue garbed doctor with excessive amounts of blood coating his smock and his upheld rubber gloves.
"Woah!" The man beamed, carefully avoiding getting blood onto Jane's business suit. Shimmering green eyes peeked out from between a white mouth cover and his blue shower cap. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Is Eddie Alden in there?" She choked out, ninety-nine percent sure that he was, yet ninety-nine percent regretting that she had asked.
"The guy who got hit by the car?" The doctor asked unwaveringly, carefully keeping his bloody self between Jane and the Operating Room doors. He didn't see her eyes harden at his apathetic words, or else he gave no sign of it. "A tall guy? With short black hair?" He described as if he were describing a lost dog.
"Yes!" Jane hissed, all patience slipping out from beneath her feet, and she could feel herself falling.
"There were some complications, he's got massive internal bleeding and we had to remove his spleen, it's going to be a while till he's back together again." He said matter-of-factly, his eyes seeming to smile.
Jane stumbled back as if she had just been hit in the face with a bag of bricks, her breath becoming dangerously shallow and her eyesight turning fuzzy. She stumbled to regain her balance as she raised a shaking hand to her head, trying unsuccessfully to regain her composure.
"Bu-? Wha-? How?…" She stuttered.
"Miss? Are you alright?" Was the last thing she heard before she lost it and watched herself slowly fall to the floor in silence, darkness closing in around her.
AUTHOR : Ananova Crowe ||^_^||
AKA : An Old Cow Gone Mad
VOICE OVER: "Three months ago, I was the center of one of the biggest flukes of modern love in America's history. Heart-stricken over the "Old Bull Gone To Greener Pastures" - if you will - I wrote a column for a men's magazine to please my best friend. Little did I know that it would become the hottest topic this side of the barnyard fence. And little did I know that in the midst of this propaganda sucking article, lay a key, a key which unlocked the truth, the truth that not all men were back-stabbing morons, only some of them. And to this truth, I found love in the very last place I would ever want to look…
***********
CHAPTER I -
Welcome To Heaven, Please Take A Number And We Will Be With You In A Moment
"Where is he?!" Jane Goodale screamed into the man's face, her fiery eyes burning deep into his head as if his mind would tell her faster than his lips.
"Who?" The man choked out of his constricted throat, having trouble speaking through the iron grip on his smock collar, the little woman nearly lifting him off the ground.
"Eddie Alden. Where is he?" Her eyes burned with anger, but tears glazed them over, worry utterly apparent.
"I…I don't know ma'am, you'll have to ask the receptionist…" The airborne doctor said as she threw him to the ground and out of the way, her high heels clicking roughly across the gleaming floor as she made a direct line to the reception desk, god help those who were in her way.
"Excuse me," she spat out coldly, even before the large, black receptionist looked up from her computer screen. "You have to tell me where Eddie Alden is." Jane began to shift her weight from one foot to another in impatience, her fingernails clicking nervously on the reception desk.
"Who?" The large woman said slowly, looking up at her from behind a pair of square rimmed glasses that looked almost perfect to her reception-motifed clothing with the flowery undershirt and knit jacket.
"Eddie Alden, he's about six-foot-three, has dark, short hair. He was brought in about thirty minutes ago." Jane said quickly, her grasp on her slippery patience slipping that much more.
"May I ask who you are?" The black receptionist said even more slowly, idly sliding her glasses from her face as she squinted up at Jane with beady eyes hidden beneath folds of skin.
"I'm his fiancée!" Jane said hurriedly, her teeth grinding with rage in the back of her jaw.
Suddenly, the dark woman's face turned to amazement as she leaned back in her large, padded chair. "Hey, aren't you that lady?-" She began, but was suddenly cut off.
"Yes! I'm that lady! The one on the fucking Diana Robert's Show who made up the stupid Cow Theory! Now can I please find out where my fucking fiancé is or do I have to find him my fucking self?!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face freely.
Jane ignored the few turned heads as she watched the large receptionist recoil back in her chair and think twice to sink back and hide in her rolls.
"It will be just a moment." The receptionist said when she finally spoke, immediately dislodging her gaze from Jane's blazing eyes and switching them to her computer screen, her fingers erratic over the keyboard.
Jane sighed, pushing back her anger as she turned and leaned the small of her back against the lip of the desk, connecting gazes with one of the astonished pedestrians who had happened to walk by in the midst of her screaming.
"What are you looking at?" Jane hissed, smiling callously as the woman suddenly looked even more shocked, as if she were staring into the face of the devil, and immediately dropped her eyes and walked hurriedly away.
"Um, Miss Alden?" The receptionist caught her attention at the new name, and she immediately spun on her heel. "What?"
"Mr. Alden is still in surgery." The woman murmured. "Where?" Jane leaned over the desk, putting her tear-streaked face inches from the woman and looking deeply into her dark eyes.
"Fi-Fifth Floor, right across from the elevator." The woman murmured again, her voice restricted.
"Thank you." Jane called over her shoulder as she sped off to the elevator, barely avoiding colliding with people who were unfortunate enough to cross paths with her.
After a walk that had seemed too long, she finally reached the elevator and crammed herself in with a whole bunch of other people.
Her feet shifted nervously beneath her as the elevator seemed to crawl from one floor to the next, an eternity until the doors binged open and she squeezed out of the packed elevator, her body shaking uncontrollably.
She made another straight line for the doors across the hall marked:
Operating Room
Hospital Personnel Only
Ignoring the stenciled forbiddance, she pushed roughly through the doors and stomped swiftly down the hall, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
As she turned a corner, she nearly knocked over a blue garbed doctor with excessive amounts of blood coating his smock and his upheld rubber gloves.
"Woah!" The man beamed, carefully avoiding getting blood onto Jane's business suit. Shimmering green eyes peeked out from between a white mouth cover and his blue shower cap. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Is Eddie Alden in there?" She choked out, ninety-nine percent sure that he was, yet ninety-nine percent regretting that she had asked.
"The guy who got hit by the car?" The doctor asked unwaveringly, carefully keeping his bloody self between Jane and the Operating Room doors. He didn't see her eyes harden at his apathetic words, or else he gave no sign of it. "A tall guy? With short black hair?" He described as if he were describing a lost dog.
"Yes!" Jane hissed, all patience slipping out from beneath her feet, and she could feel herself falling.
"There were some complications, he's got massive internal bleeding and we had to remove his spleen, it's going to be a while till he's back together again." He said matter-of-factly, his eyes seeming to smile.
Jane stumbled back as if she had just been hit in the face with a bag of bricks, her breath becoming dangerously shallow and her eyesight turning fuzzy. She stumbled to regain her balance as she raised a shaking hand to her head, trying unsuccessfully to regain her composure.
"Bu-? Wha-? How?…" She stuttered.
"Miss? Are you alright?" Was the last thing she heard before she lost it and watched herself slowly fall to the floor in silence, darkness closing in around her.