"Aren't you my—"
"Whatever it is you were going to say, no. Now budge! I'm here to help you recover!" Instead of gently handling her patient, she threw him around as a dog would with its chew toy.
"Hey! Stop- you're not helping anyone with—" Jesse grabbed his walkie-talkie and screamed into it, "Help me, Dr.!" Marie wiggled the gadget out of his hands and hurled it out of the window, Melanie's voice on it trailing away. It was a matter of seconds before she ran into the room with three armed security guards.
"HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" The guards drew their guns and pointed them at Dr. Hathaway. She backed up, following their instructions. She walked backwards slowly towards the window, and what happened next was almost miraculous. Marie pulled herself up with her hands onto the windowsill and threw herself out of the window just as the guards shot their pistols. Jesse was just watching the scene from his comfortable bed.
"Well, why stand there? Run after the crazy woman!" The security officers hurled themselves out of the window as Dr. Truscott sat on Jesse's bed and began the x-ray process. From the office, she took all the x-rays she needed and then returned with them. She laid them out on Jesse's tray and started explaining them.
"See, this one is of your upper body-your head, neck, shoulders, and upper back. You didn't break anything there; your stomach and back are fine. Your feet look alright to me, but your right leg is twisted."
"I suppose that would explain why I'm not wincing in pain anymore."
"Yeah, precisely. Listen, you'll be on crutches for a few weeks. You're most certainly staying in this hospital until you are all better."
"Sounds ok to me. Wait a second-where's Katie? She arrived here with me and we got separated." Jesse looked frightened, confused, and protective at the same time.