Hey everyone. So, yesterday was my birthday and therefore no updating was done this week! And now ASUS have my computer so they can try and fix the many, many issues it has. I pinched my brothers computer for this update but as a result it's not as long as I had anticipated. And I left it and a sort of cliffhanger. It appears lots of people are reading this story but very few are reviewing. I don't know if it's because you think the story sucks or you just can't be bothered but I'm kinda hoping it's the latter of the two! So let me know what you think and if I should continue...Thanks muchly :)
"Ok, is there anything else that you can tell me about the two guys" Shannon asked the crying sales girl before her.
"No" she replied as a trail of blood slowly trickled down her face, where the glass was still embedded.
"Right, well I'll have to ask you a few more questions later at the hospital if that's ok?" Shannon said before allowing to the paramedics to treat the girl.
"You get anything out of her?" Charlie asked as Shannon walked over to where he and Lawson were standing.
"Charlie, she is a witness not a bloody suspect" Shannon said angrily. "And she has glass embedded in half her face so no, I didn't get much out of her and to be honest, I understand why."
As Shannon stormed off to the back of the ambulance where Stella was standing, Charlie turned to Lawson.
"What the hell is going on with her?"
"Don't ask me. She never tells me anything," Lawson replied more bitterly than he intended. "But she did have a point," he said simply before walking away, feeling a sudden need to defend Shannon. He watched her talking to Stella, rubbing the back of her neck. It was something she always did when she had a headache or was stressed he thought worridly to himself.
"Haha, Charlie looks pissed with you. This is why we are friends." Stella said as Shannon walked towards her.
"Yeah well Charlie can get stuffed" Shannon responded in a flat tone, "I am sick of his shit"
"And now Lawson is looking at you like someone killed his puppy." Stella observed
"I know, he's been looking at me like that for weeks. It's pissing me off."
"You could always tell him what's wrong. You know, talk about things with people"
"Nothing is wrong Stella, I'm fine." Shannon defended
"Shan, you have said the word fine, so many times in the last week that it doesn't even sound like a word anymore." Stella said in a matter of fact way. "Anyway" she continued, seeing Shannon becoming increasingly more stressed, "I need a favour." she said grinning.
"Hmm, what" Shannon replied cautiously.
"Charlie is getting pissy with me. I give it another hour tops before he moves me to TR2. He has this vain in his neck that pulses when he's angry, you can literally see him about to have a meltdown. It's satisfying."
"Hey Stell, did you ever think that maybe, given that Charlie is your boss and all, you shouldn't be pissing him off this much? And why are you paying such close attention to his neck? Anything you want to share with me?" Shannon responded suspiciously.
"I have never enjoyed annoying someone as much as I enjoy annoying dear Chuckie."
"Chuckie?" Shannon asked as she raised her eyesbrows, "really Stella?"
"Yep. You know, the annoying Rugrat with scrawny hair who always yelled 'We're doomed, we're doomed!' He also had a fear of the guy on the oatmeal box. Charlie? He strikes me as the kinda person who would have a fear of someone on the side of a box of health food."
"Chuckie it is!" Shannon responded laughing, before rubbing the back of her neck.
"As fine as you are, can you at least ask Tash to give you something for your headache? You still look like shit"
"Didn't you want me to do you a favour" Shannon asked deflecting the conversation.
"Right, yes. My phone is about to die from all the Angry Birds playing that's been going on. And seen as I have a double shift, and you get to go home and sleep instead of patrolling the streets in TR, with the worlds easiest to annoy individual...please can I borrow your iPhone? You will still have the work one if anything happens, but I don't think I can live through the rest of my shift without access to Siri and Angus the Angry Bird." Stella begged
"Melodramatic much Stell?" Shannon said rolling her eyes, "fine" she continued handing over her phone.
"You are my hero" Stella responded, gloating at her friend.
"Yeah, yeah. I know you have dinner with Michael's parents tonight but I want my phone back tomorrow. Fully Charged."
"Done" replied Stella. "And I think the Ambulance is about to leave so hurry up before you get left here with Chuckie and ..." Stella stopped mid sentence as Charlie approached.
"Why haven't you left for the hospital yet?" he asked, glaring at Shannon.
"Charlie. Are you an oatmeal kind of person? I just can't work out what it is about you but I definitely think you are an oatmeal sort of individual." Stella rattled off as Shannon climbed into the back of the ambulance, avoiding a confrontation with Charlie.
"Stella, what the hell are you talking about now?" Charlie asked her irately.
"Never mind Chuckie," she grinned leaving Charlie fuming, following in her wake.
As the Ambulance pulled into the Emergency bay, Shannon felt a wave of nausea roll over her.
"Are you right?" the paramedic asked, as Shannon attempted to climb out of the Ambulance and felt the world start to spin.
"Yep" she responded, not trusting herself to say anymore.
The paramedic eyed her suspiciously as Shannon shut her eyes to stop the dizziness from taking over. The trauma team walked out to the bay for the transfer.
"What do we have?" Tash asked the paramedics and greeted Shannon before they walked the gurney through the hospital doors
"Female patient Ella Lawrence, 19 years old with significant lacerations and contusions to the face, neck and head. She was involved in a store robbery, had several glass bottles thrown at her face by the offenders. GCS of 13 and was given the penthrox inhaler at the scene with mild relief from pain. No allergies, known medical conditions or significant family history," the paramedic explained to Tash, before lowering his voice. "You may want to check out your cop friend over there, I don't know what's wrong with her but she was on the whiter side of pale on the way over."
"Right, thanks" Tash nodded her head in acknowledgement and stole a glance at Shannon who was waiting to the left of the curtains in the trauma bay. She had her eyes shut and her head tilted to the roof. Tash could see her pale complexion, clammy skin and tired eyes. She looked exhausted Tash thought to herself as she began ordering tests and examining the patient before her. As the on call ED fellow entered the trauma bay and was updated with the case, Tash spoke to him.
"I just want to check out the cop, make sure she wasn't injured. You right here?"
"Yep no worries, I'll page you if I need any more hands on deck," he replied.
Shannon felt her world spinning. Her head ached and the ribs she knew were broken were causing her great discomfort. She could hear a familiar voice in the distance. Tash. She could hear Tash.
"Shannon" was the last thing she heard before slipping into the darkness of unconsciousness.
