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Chapter 26-Accidents

Angela POV.

After the whole fire episode I was taken to a children's hospital. I had demanded to be put up in the real hospital, where everyone else was going, but the nurse taking care of me said no.

"Only the fire victims are allowed up there right now. You only have a few burns your fine." She said as she struggled to get hooked up to an IV. I certainly wasn't making it easy for her. How dare they tell me I wasn't important enough to go to the big hospital? The nurse finally gave up and left the room muttering under her breath. I looked around the room. It was definatley a children's hospital room. It was decorated in light pink and cartoon characters. How fricking adorable. Lord, I prayed. Can you please send me to the other hospital? I need to make sure Pony is okay. And the others I added as an after thought. I should really watch what I pray for. The nurse must have put my medication into the IV because soon I was feeling sleepy. Pretty soon I couldn't even hold my eyes open. Well, if you can't beat em, Join em. I was beginning to fall asleep when a balding doctor came into my room. He was holding a clipboard and a needle. What did I need now? He began to speak.

"Well Miss. Williamston. Your test for the hip replacement came back. It appears were going to have to start you on Lovenox." Miss Williamston? Hip replacement? Lovenox? This doctor obviously had the wrong girl. I woke up right away.

"Um, sir, I'm not Miss. Williamston." The doctor looked at me and grinned.

"Of course not Margi. Who are you now? Annie Marksman. Girls and their imagination." I didn't know what hell he was talking about, but I did know that if he took another step closer with that needle, he would no longer have a hand to hold that needle. I tried again.

"Sir, my name is Angela Shepard, and I am telling you, I don't need a hip replacement." I was even being polite. The doctor laughed.

"Margi, how many times do me and your parents have to tell you? Pretending to be someone else is not going to change the fact that you needed your hip replaced. It's over anyway. Now all you have to do is take the medicine. How many times are your parents going to have to tell you that?" Okay, Dr. Shit-for-brains obviously wasn't getting it. Looks like it was time to take the Tim and Curly approach to this. I grabbed the idiot by his fancy white collar and pulled him close.

"And how many times am I going to have to tell you that I'm not fucking Margi Williamston. Or would you rather me beat it into you skull?" Okay, I have to admit, that was a bit harsh but he was a moron. If this was the only way to get him to listen, so be it. I released him and he immediately backed up. I put on my best greaser face and stared him down. He was such a Soc. He ran from the room as if Satan himself were chasing him. Good, I thought, and stay out. I knew he would come back with reinforcements, but I would be ready for him. I carefully took the IV out of my arm and got out of bed. The IV wasn't helping anyway, just making me sleepy. I sat on the edge of the bed, adrenaline the only thing keeping me awake. As I predicted the moron came back with three nurses. Bring it on. I grabbed the metal IV rack and held it in a defensive stance. I honestly don't know what came over me. I knew I didn't want to get that needle in me though. No telling what it would to me. The nurses stared at me, astonished a girl was threatening them as such. One of the nurses, a blonde broad, stepped forward to try and stop me.

"Miss Williamston, we understand you're scared right now, but we're only trying to help. This shot won't hurt you." She said in a bubble-gum little girl voice. Puh-lease. As if I didn't run into 'innocent' girls like her every day. She wasn't fooling anyone.

"One more step and you lose your head." I responded in my best growl. It was pretty good. The Blondie backed up. Good, my scare tactic was working. I saw the nurse exchange a glance behind the doctor, who was trying, but failing, to put on his best brave face. I didn't have anytime to react when the 'ladies' ran at me. What the hell? They grabbed me and slammed me back into the bed. I felt one grabbing my right wrist and tried to fight her off. The doctor took a needle out of his pocket and took of it's cap. Oh crap, I couldn't fight him off with three bimbos on me. I struggled but it did no good. They were pretty strong. I felt the doctor stab the needle into my arm and screamed as the liquid inside empty into my veins. What the hell was Lovenox? Acid? It burned like crazy. I felt the nurses get off of me. I tried to get up but couldn't move. I soon identified the problem. One of the girls had put a restraint cuff on my wrist so I couldn't get up from the bed. If they thought they were going to keep me down this way, they were nuts. I struggled and struggled, refusing to give up while the doctor smiled.

"See Margi, that wasn't so bad. Now, you may want to calm down. You parents will be here any moment." Not so bad my ass. It still stung like lemon on a fresh wound. The doctor and nurses left. The stupid restraint had a lock on it. I had managed to turn the bed upside down and was half dragging it/half carrying it when the door opened again. This time it showed two people. A dark-haired woman and a brunette man. They both looked at, who was on the floor, in shock. Guess they were Margi's parents.

"You aren't Margi." The woman said in shock. No duh lady.

"Well don't tell the doctor that. He's pretty set to believe I am. Little help please?" The woman turned to her speechless husband. Finally, someone smart.

"Phil, go and find a nurse. Tell her we need help." The lady turned as her husband turned to me and walked over to me.

"Didn't you tell Doctor Sands you weren't our Margi?" She asked as she began to flip the bed back over.

"I did. The idiot wouldn't believe me. He gave me a shot of Lovenox, something for a hip replacement." The lady nodded.

"Yes, Margi was supposed to start that today. All I know is that it's a blood thinner. Your probably going to need to get checked by the ER people." She said as I sat on the now upright bed. I nodded as the man came running in with a nurse. It was the blonde bimbo. Goody.

"Is there a problem with your daughter Mr. and Mrs. Williamston?" She asked in a bored voice. I really didn't like her.

"Yes, this isn't our daughter." Mrs. Williamston said pleasantly. The blonde bimbo smiled sweetly.

"What are you talking about? Doctor Sands said she was."

"I'm talking about the fact that this is not my daughter. I would appreciate it if you would get Dr. Sands for me." Mrs. Williamston said it in a tone that could be polite but had a clear message beneath it. 'Don't mess with me bitch'. Good, I smiled. I hoped someone would put the nasty woman in her place. The bimbo lost her smile and left her room in a huff. Mrs. Williamston turned to me.

"I'm really sorry about all of this. You don't have any heart conditions do you? My husband works here in San Jose as a doctor, he could help." The husband came up, hearing his name. H began to ask me all sorts of medical questions.

"Do you know what was given to you?"

"Lovenox."

"How long ago?"

"Maybe and hour." He nodded, getting into full question mode now.

"Have you do you have any heart problems?"

"Not that I know of."

"Are you currently feeling any chest pains?" Now that he mentioned it….

"Small ones, kind of dull though." It was true. My heart was suddenly giving off dull but noticeable throbs. They weren't bad. The man nodded again.

"We should get her help immediately. No telling how she could react to the blood thinner. I'll be right back Becky, I'm going to go and get a nurse again." Mrs. Williamston nodded and came to sit by me.

"So, what has landed you here?" Might as well talk to her. It might keep my mind off my chest pains.

"Have you heard about those kidnappings happening all over the country?" She nodded.

"Well I was one of them. Don't know how long I was in there. Anyway, the man who kidnapped us lit the room we were in on fire. I was one of the lucky ones." The woman looked flabbergasted. I'm sure it wasn't every day she stumbled upon a kidnapped fire victim.

"Well I'm sorry dear. I hear that they are packed up in San Jose Mercy Hospital. Our daughter got moved here because of it. They wanted my husband to come in today, but he would have no part of it. It is his off day. Have you contacted your family yet?" I shook my head.

"I haven't had a chance to get out of this room." Mostly because of that idiot doctor, whom I was so suing when I got back to Tulsa, I didn't care where I got the money. The man came back with stretcher and two nurses I had not yet seen. They carefully loaded me up and re-attached my EKG machine which had come detached during my attempted escape. It was going a bit faster than it had been before, which made me worry. The nurses and doctor wheeled me down the hallway and through a door marked ER. Was I being put into surgery now? No, I was being wheeled out a pair of doors and into the cool night air. Huh? I looked around. I was outside. But why? My unspoken question was soon answered by a siren coming very close o me. It gave me a super huge headache as the blaring truck parked right in front of me. Where were they sending me? I saw the name on the side of the truck. San Jose Mercy Hospital. Part of me cheered while the other grimaced. It was good that I was finally being sent to the place my beloved ex-boyfriend was, but for the wrong reason. I didn't want to have to be sent there because it an emergency, I wanted to go on my own. The doors to the ambulance burst open and four doctors got out. I noticed one of them was really cute. They lifted me up and put me in the loud truck. This didn't help my headache. I bent my head forward to try and see Mr. and Mrs. Williamston one last time. They were both heading back into the hospital with the nurses. Maybe they could find their daughter now. The doors slammed shut and the doctors began to work while the truck started to move. The cute one was talking to me in a low pretty voice, telling me everything was going to be fine. I grinned at him Wait, my mind said. Your loyal to Pony, remember? My brain was right. If I was ever going to get back with Pony, which I was, then I had to be faithful. I turned away from Dr. Cutie and looked at what the other doctors were doing. One was taking my blood pressure while the other hooked me up to an IV machine. I had had about enough of those things. My heart pains had gotten worse and my heart monitor was going haywire trying to keep up with my pulse. It was sending an odd amount of blood to my head and I was ready to pass out. I concentrated on the doctors voices.

"We're almost there. Make sure she gets to an ER room immediately. We're going to have to put her on the machine."

"Her heartbeat is rising. Try to stabilize her." What did stabilize mean? Whatever it meant, I hoped it would stop the chest pains. We had been moving at a pretty fast pace in the ambulance when suddenly the brakes were slammed on. Not knowing the driver was going to do that, and not being strapped to the stretcher or anything, I fell on the floor. It was even worse because I still had a needle in my arm, which pulled out painfully, and a heart monitor on. The doctors helped me back up to the bed.

"Sorry about that. Our driver often does that." The cute one said. I turned away from him again. Think of Pony. Think of Pony. Think of Pony. As soon as I saw him again, I could be his boyfriend. This would be worth it. The back doors opened to reveal a haughty looking nurse. Great, another one.

"Just what do you think your doing? This hospital is reserved for the fire victims." I decided to take care of her myself.

"Actually, I was from the fire." The doctors looked from me to the nurse.

"Well we have no room in the girls' side anymore. Were would we put her?" One of the doctors looked at the nurse with an angry glare.

"Is there room on the boys' side?"

"Yes, but you can't honestly expect me to put a young lady on the boys side."

"Ma'am, if you that worried, put her in a room with boys who are paralyzed or something." The doctor obviously meant this as a joke, but the nurse looked thoughtful.

"Well, alright. Room 4E is available for operation." I looked at one of the doctors. Nobody had said anything about operation. I still didn't want to go to sleep. They were going to have to drug me first. They wheeled me out and into the brightly lit hospital. Instead of cartoons characters and baby colors, this hospital was white and clean. Not good, but better than Mickey Mouse. A nurse hurried up to my stretcher and gave me a shot of something before I could stop her. She then helped the doctors wheel me into the operating room. I was out before we had even entered the room.

I'm sooooo sorry I haven't updated. I found it really hard to write this chapter, but I swear the next one will be quicker. PLEASE REVIEW!