Sweet Dreams

Hello! I have a confession… I ran out of ideas! This one took ages to come up with, but I hope it's okay. I'm going to need to start writing for some different categories soon!

Tess arrived at work, and walked into cubicles. It was mayhem.

"Listen," Dr Hanna sighed, exasperated, "We can't help you if you won't let us!"

She and Linda were struggling to hold the girl in the bed still. She looked about twelve. Tess walked up to them.

"Can I help?"

"If you can calm her down, then yes Tess, you can help." Zoe sighed.

"What happened to her?"

"She was involved in a fight at school, the school haven't contacted next of kin yet."

"Okay."

…..

Tess looked at the struggling girl in the bed.

"Listen," She sighed, "if were to just calm down, then Dr Hanna can take a look at you and one of us can call mum or dad to come and sit with you."

"Yeah? Good luck with that!" The girl screeched, kicking out at Tess.

She dodged just in time, and sucked in a breath through her teeth. Linda looked at her sympathetically, while Zoe raised her eyebrows as if to say 'see what I'm dealing with here?'

Tess looked the girl in the eye.

"Why can't we contact mum or dad then?"

"Work it out, dumbass."

"Hey!" Zoe shouted, "That is enough! Would you just tell me please?"

"Jessica Smith. Happy now?"

"Not just yet," Tess sighed, "We'll need your address."

"12 Holby Road," the girl groaned.

"Thank you," Zoe smiled, (it was a very false smile.) "Linda, if you could get reception to contact someone for her, then that would be good.

"Okay," the nurse nodded.

…..

Zoe sighed and glared at the girl, but promptly stopped when Tess gave her an 'I can see you, you know' look. Zoe raised her eyebrows, then turned back to the patient.

"Right," She said, "Can we get around to finding out what happened?"

"I got in a fight, and my arm hurts."

"Okay then, let's take a look."

Zoe helped the girl remove her school blazer, and took in the arm.

"Ouch," she sympathised, "you've broken that."

"Never," the girl hissed.

Zoe chose to ignore it.

"Right, let's get you x-rayed."

She stuck her head out the curtains and beckoned Big Mac over.

"Big Mac? We have a delightful patient for you to take up for an X-Ray."

"Thank you, Dr Hanna," he sounded annoyed.

"Well, I am sorry if I need a porter to do… porter-ing."

"Ha, ha."

…..

Meanwhile, the girl's next of kin answered her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Noel Garcia from Holby ED. A Jessica Smith was brought in today, and you were her next of kin."

"I'll be right there." The line went dead.

The person who had answered the phone was a seventeen year old girl, with long, chestnut brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore a black blazer and white, frilled blouse, with a black pencil skirt and black, high heeled shoes. She turned to her friend.

…..

"Mills, it's Jess- she's in hospital!"

"Oh, God- do they want you to go to her?"

"Yeah," the girl bit her lip.

"Okay," her friend sighed, "You've only got two more classes today, right?"

"Yeah- English and Law. But the Law class is really important!"

"Caitlin, it's A levels, all classes are important." Mills put on a teacher-like voice.

"I know, can you take notes on the English for me?"

"Sure, and can't someone take notes on the Law?"

"Yeah, I could ask Louise." Caitlin sighed.

"I'll ask her, just get to the office and sign out." The girl's friend replied, kindly.

"I can't just leave, Mills, my place here is hanging by a thread! Jess is always in some dilemma or other- teacher wants to see me, excluded, truant, got into a fight and needs to go home, and now she's in hospital!"

"Caitlin, come on, that's just how she is. You're doing a great job- twice the work anyone else is doing. Tell you what, English is my last class- then I'll get in the car and go back to your flat. I'll grab you two some things then come meet you, yeah?"

"Thanks, Mills. We'll go for a meal afterwards, McDonalds or something. My treat." She smiled.

"Yeah, it better be, I'm skint!"

"Yeah, well I'd rather be skint than living of inheritance from my many dead relatives." Caitlin hung her head.

"Oh, KitKat," Mills sighed, her voice soft and compassionate, "I'm sorry. Look, go now- tell them you're ill."

"It's not your fault and yeah, I will. See you soon, yeah? And thanks."

"No problem."

…..

Caitlin arrived a few minutes later. She walked up to reception, and was glad to find it clear of everyone but a receptionist.

"Hi, I'm here to see Jessica Smith?"

"Okay, what's your name, love?" Noel asked.

"Caitlin Smith," she replied, "I'm her sister."

"Okie-dokie," Noel replied. He tapped some keys on his computer, finally looked satisfied and turned to Louise.

"Louise, have you seen Dr Hanna anywhere?"

"Yes Noel, she's stood about five metres away from you?"

"Ah."