Rating: T (for language)
Spoilers: none as of yet, but possibly in future chapters
Disclaimers: (stands up, looking at the floor in utter shame) "Hi, my name is Lapsus Stili, and I'm a pathological character-thief. Since I'm about to present you with yet another story filled with CBS's characters, I obviously still need help." (sits back down, dabbing at brimming tears with a tissue)
Author's Note: This is my first story that's NOT a challenge response. It's just an idea I've been kicking around, so I thought I'd throw out this teaser and see if it's worth pursuing. It's a very different style of writing than I usually do, and I'd really like to know what people think of it…
One Row Over and Four Seats Down
by Lapsus Stili
Ugh… my hand is throbbing. I'm pretty sure that it's broken. (gingerly cradles his swollen hand in his lap) Damn, what was I thinking? Who in their right mind tries to break into their own car with their bare hands, anyway? Stupid, stupid, stupid…can't believe I locked my keys in the van. (fidgets in his seat) My wife is gonna kill me when she gets back from visiting her sister in Memphis.
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(sigh) How much longer do I have to wait? (glances at the wall clock yet again) God, this is killing me… What's taking so long? It's been 2 bloody hours already!
(gets up and staggers to the ER admittance desk) "Please… can someone just take a look at this? I'm dyin' here…"
"I'm sorry sir, but a broken hand is not critical. We'll get to you as soon as we can, but there really are people dying here that we need to tend to first."
"Aw, for Christ's sake!" (wanders back to his seat, one row over and four seats down) Maybe I should just gnaw the damn thing off and be done with it…
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I wonder how the Red Sox are doin' tonight. I'll bet they're wiping the floor with those Rangers by now. Ya, Pete's gonna be forkin' over a C-note by this time tomorrow. (chuckles quietly to himself) Maybe there's a TV around here somewhere… (looks around for one without getting up) It must be the eighth inning by now...
(turns head towards the whoosh of the ER doors sliding open) Well, what do we have here? A man carrying a woman in his arms. She's pretty. Hmmm… what's that on his vest? (cranes neck to get a better look) What the hell is "C.S.I."? Whatever, but they'd better not get served before me, dammit! I've been here forever already!
(strains to hear man speaking with nurse) Driving… seizure… unconscious… Well duh, buddy, I think she can tell the lady is out cold, ya know? She IS a nurse! Even I can tell from here. Man, is that guy freakin' out or what? I wonder if he's her father? Or maybe he's just some chump in the wrong place at the wrong time and found her or something. (continues to blatantly stare) That's gotta suck… head out to the corner store for some smokes and end up having to haul some chickie ya don't even know to the hospital. (shakes his head) Naw, he's gotta know her… he's WAY too upset to just be a bystander.
(glares as another nurse comes rushing up to them with a gurney) Aw, come on! I should be next! She's not even bleedin' or anything and they just waltz in here and hardly bat an eye and in she goes? That's it! (stands up, considering going over and making a scene) Gee, that guy's actually cryin'. His hands are shakin' so bad he can hardly fill out the forms. Maybe she's hurt real bad... (slowly sinks back into his uncomfortable chair) Ok, but I'M fuckin' next… That nurse takes one more patient before me and I'm gonna kick some ass! (sighs, tapping his foot impatiently) Man, my hand hurts…
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TBC... unless people say they hate it, and in which case, NOT TBC... review and let me know! :-)
