The hospital hall ways were like a cliche to him. He had been there so many
times. The smell of
death and sickness overwhemled him somehow ,although, he was used to it. He worked there, and
sometimes late shifts opted him to sleep there. He ate there and saved people's lives there. He felt terrible
for leaving Nora alone, for the night, but one of his patients slipped into a coma over night. His eyes stung
from tiresome hours. It was early in the morning, and everyone up and running like motors ready for the
days work, already. His tired hands released the knob from the hospital room to close the sick little girl into
her room. His feet slowly walked down the hall into the waiting room. What he came across was too much
for any human to bare. Thier faces were sullen while the eyes bled tears. They stood there all at once staring
at him, waiting to know what of their small child. He looked down at his hands unwilling to let the words
escape from his lips. With one look at Dr. MacIver, the mother was unable to control her emotions. Without
a word spoken, her body lay there. On the floor. Her husband calling her name and crying. Her tears, like
blood, staining the carpet. Troy hadn't spoken a word and there was enough grief to bring a thousand lions
to tears. The truth was that after the little girl had gone into a coma, her heart stopped. She died in her sleep.
It was times like this, he thought, that makes it hard to keep doing what you do best. He turned and walked
out the door to leave a painfilled mother and father. He tried to not think about it, to realize he had other
patients. But he couldn't, the little girl had been his patient for so long, and finally she was gone.
Detective Dennis Mitchell bouced through the halls with a bright smile on his lips. He stopped at
the front desk to ask for Sam Rappaport's room number.
N: Yes sir, its room 934 down that hall way.
He smiled at the black haired nurse.
D: (admiring the nurse) Well, thank you. O, might I say, you are very beautiful. (kissing her hand)
N: (blushing while removing her hand) Thank you.
D: (winking at her) O, you're very welcome.
He walked away smiling to himself. There were many hallways, but he followed the directions and
came across room 934. He was sure Sam Rappaport would not be glad to see him.
D: (opening the door and coming around the bed) Wow, she really pulled a job on you. Look at the size of
that...
S: (annoyed) Get out.
D: Now, is that anyway to treat guest.
S: (looking out the window) I said GET OUT!!
D: (sitting down into a chair) We need to talk Mr. Rappaport.
S: (still looking out the window) About?
D: (studying him) Your wife.
S: (intrigued and turning around to face him) Who are you?
D: ( taking out his badge) My name is Detective Dennis Mitchell. We met, but you probably wouldn't
remember, because you were half dead.
S: (looking at the badge) Ok, now what of her. Have you found her? I love her. She's my little wife.
D: (getting up to look out the window) I 'm a little confused (scratching his head) in the report, you were
found beaten nearly to death with a fireplace poker. Her finger prints were all over it.
S: (watching him very closely) I want my wife back, detective. That's all you need to know.
D: (turning from the window) Why did she hit you?
S: You ask to many questions.
D: (walking over to the bed) Too many questions, he says. (leaning directly on the bed) Well, here's another
one. (speaking slowly exaggerating each word) HOW LONG DID YOU BEAT YOUR WIFE?
S: (feeling like he would jump out of his skin) GET OUT, (coming out of his bed) GET OUT, RIGHT
NOW! You have no right.. No right at all...
D: (pressing his buttons) Why did you it? Was she cheating? Or was it for fun?
Sam got out the bed and weakly swung at Dennis, but missed dreadfully.
D: (Watching him fall on the floor) O, come on Mr. Rappaport. We both know what went on that night.
(walking around the room) Let's see, where do I begin? You two were fighting. You must have decided that
all of a sudden you wanted to make up. You wanted her, so you forced yourself on her. She was tired of it
so she faught you. And the only escape was that firepoker, right?
S: (attempting another swing) Get out! son of a b****! Get OUT!!!
D: (walking to the door) O, Mr. Rappaport, If I were you I would watch my back. You see, if she did this to
you, then she's capable of kicking your a**, again. (winking at him and shutting the door)
Sam Rappaport crawled back to his bed. Hew would be out in a few days. He had to find her, soon. Next.
time he would make it where she'd never leave him again.
Dennis walked down the hall thinking of possible meanings to the buttons found on the floor by the
couch. He pushed the down button for elevator. He pulled out the file from his brief case and took out a
picture. Her eyes, something about them was strange. He couldn't name the date of the picture, but her eyes
were somehow happy, maybe even a mark of excitement in them. He wondered what could have made her
do something like that. It was fear, he knew that. But the way, she allowed herself to hit him over and over
was the question. He impatiently pressed the button to the elevator repeatedly.
D: (aggitated) What's taking so long!!
All of a sudden out the corner of his eyes he saw Troy walking up the hallway. He was concentrating on a
chart.
D: (walking up to him) Well, hello doc! We meet, again.
T: (startled) Well, well, (putting the chart under his arm and folding his arms to his chest) If it isn't the great
Sherlock Holmes. (watching the smile appear on Dennis's face) Back to pry and stick your nose in my
business, again, detective?
D: (smiling) Well, actually I just wanted to ask you a few questions, I've ran into.
T: (shuffling his feet) Ok, what is it?
D: I just came back from Sam Rappaport's room.
T: (looking down) O, really. So what did the scum of the earth have to say?
D: (looking amused) Wow, is he that bad?
T: (looking up at him) He's worse.
D: I see. Well, we didn't talk much. You know, that woman really tore him up.
T: (laughing uncontrollably) Well, that's Nor... (pausing while noticing his stare) O nevermind, anyways, go
on.
D: (watching and studying him) That's who, Dr? You were going to say Nora, weren't you?
T: (choosing his words carefully) You know what, yes I was. And he deserved every ounce of pain he
brought on her.
D: So, its true. He was a wife beater. Where is she? We need to talk.
T: (looking for his escape route) Look, she can't risk him, ok. Nora is safe.
D: No, she's a fugutive.
T: (uneasy with his words, but trying to stay calm) What do you mean. O come on you're not actually going
to charge Nora are you?
D: (shocked) Dr, MacIver...
T: Troy
D: (amused) Troy, This woman has almost killed a man. She has broken the law and it is my job to bring
justice to Mr. Rappaport.
T: (shocked beyond words) WHAT! Detective...
D: Dennis (smiling amusingly)
T: (ignoring him) Detective... (pause) This is not justice. She went through much more than either you or I
can say. What that worthless, peice of...
D: (putting his hand up) Ok, doc. I get the picture. Your words make me all warm and fuzzy inside.
(pausing to clear the air) Now... (his face dropping into a serious one) If you don't tell me where she is, I
can no longer protect these conversations we keep having. You know sooner or later, this information that I
keep getting from your mouth will soon fall into the lap of the prosecution.
T: (angry) Why you...
D: (holding up his hand, again) Wait, wait a minute, before you go on I think you should think about it for a
second. I know. She's scared I understand. Here's my card (pulling out his card) give it to her. Tell her to
contact me. I need to know where she is by, yesterday. Got that!
T: (taking the card from his hand) Yea, I'll give to her.
D: (walking to the elevator and pushing 'down') Good boy. (walking into the elevator) We can be friends,
Doctor, I mean Troy (smiling) Or we can be enemies ( watching the doors close) IT'S YOUR DECISION,DOC!
The elevator door shut, leaving Troy without words. Hours later, he walked into his office, ready
to go home. His shift was finally over. He called home, to talk to Nora. But there was no anwser. He got his
things and walked to the nurse's station. He looked around and noticed there was trouble. There were nurses
and doctors scurrying around. What happened he thought. He stopped the same nurse who had talked to the
detective hours before.
T: What's going on?
N: (out of breath) Doctor, one of the patients is missing.
T: O, my goodness, who?
N: I'm not sure who, but his room number is 934.
T bewildered) O, my. Well, I hope you find him.
N: Well, I hope so too. Where ever he is he can't go far, with his injuries.
T: Well, goodnight.
N: Goodnight
Troy walked off completely not knowing who was in room 934. All he wanted to do was get back
to Nora. To makesure she was safe. He walked out into the night air. The breezes brushed against his body.
He walked slowly, so that he could enjoy every fresh breeze. He felt sprinkles drop on the back of his neck.,
but still he walked slowly. The smell of freshness still in the air. His back was so cramped and his limps so
entangled like broken entwined branches. His fingers opened his door while his body climbed in. The rain
began to come down even harder. Her legs, her feet, they were so sexy he said to himself. He couldn't wait
to be home wrapped in her long legs. He never knew that one day, in one swift move his world would come
crashing down. O, but not today, today was Troy and Nora's day. He drove the rest of the way home
speeding with music loudly crashing through the speakers.
Later on that night, he found himself standing before something that was too much too describe
with words. His heart felt as though it was completely on the floor, it dropped so low.
death and sickness overwhemled him somehow ,although, he was used to it. He worked there, and
sometimes late shifts opted him to sleep there. He ate there and saved people's lives there. He felt terrible
for leaving Nora alone, for the night, but one of his patients slipped into a coma over night. His eyes stung
from tiresome hours. It was early in the morning, and everyone up and running like motors ready for the
days work, already. His tired hands released the knob from the hospital room to close the sick little girl into
her room. His feet slowly walked down the hall into the waiting room. What he came across was too much
for any human to bare. Thier faces were sullen while the eyes bled tears. They stood there all at once staring
at him, waiting to know what of their small child. He looked down at his hands unwilling to let the words
escape from his lips. With one look at Dr. MacIver, the mother was unable to control her emotions. Without
a word spoken, her body lay there. On the floor. Her husband calling her name and crying. Her tears, like
blood, staining the carpet. Troy hadn't spoken a word and there was enough grief to bring a thousand lions
to tears. The truth was that after the little girl had gone into a coma, her heart stopped. She died in her sleep.
It was times like this, he thought, that makes it hard to keep doing what you do best. He turned and walked
out the door to leave a painfilled mother and father. He tried to not think about it, to realize he had other
patients. But he couldn't, the little girl had been his patient for so long, and finally she was gone.
Detective Dennis Mitchell bouced through the halls with a bright smile on his lips. He stopped at
the front desk to ask for Sam Rappaport's room number.
N: Yes sir, its room 934 down that hall way.
He smiled at the black haired nurse.
D: (admiring the nurse) Well, thank you. O, might I say, you are very beautiful. (kissing her hand)
N: (blushing while removing her hand) Thank you.
D: (winking at her) O, you're very welcome.
He walked away smiling to himself. There were many hallways, but he followed the directions and
came across room 934. He was sure Sam Rappaport would not be glad to see him.
D: (opening the door and coming around the bed) Wow, she really pulled a job on you. Look at the size of
that...
S: (annoyed) Get out.
D: Now, is that anyway to treat guest.
S: (looking out the window) I said GET OUT!!
D: (sitting down into a chair) We need to talk Mr. Rappaport.
S: (still looking out the window) About?
D: (studying him) Your wife.
S: (intrigued and turning around to face him) Who are you?
D: ( taking out his badge) My name is Detective Dennis Mitchell. We met, but you probably wouldn't
remember, because you were half dead.
S: (looking at the badge) Ok, now what of her. Have you found her? I love her. She's my little wife.
D: (getting up to look out the window) I 'm a little confused (scratching his head) in the report, you were
found beaten nearly to death with a fireplace poker. Her finger prints were all over it.
S: (watching him very closely) I want my wife back, detective. That's all you need to know.
D: (turning from the window) Why did she hit you?
S: You ask to many questions.
D: (walking over to the bed) Too many questions, he says. (leaning directly on the bed) Well, here's another
one. (speaking slowly exaggerating each word) HOW LONG DID YOU BEAT YOUR WIFE?
S: (feeling like he would jump out of his skin) GET OUT, (coming out of his bed) GET OUT, RIGHT
NOW! You have no right.. No right at all...
D: (pressing his buttons) Why did you it? Was she cheating? Or was it for fun?
Sam got out the bed and weakly swung at Dennis, but missed dreadfully.
D: (Watching him fall on the floor) O, come on Mr. Rappaport. We both know what went on that night.
(walking around the room) Let's see, where do I begin? You two were fighting. You must have decided that
all of a sudden you wanted to make up. You wanted her, so you forced yourself on her. She was tired of it
so she faught you. And the only escape was that firepoker, right?
S: (attempting another swing) Get out! son of a b****! Get OUT!!!
D: (walking to the door) O, Mr. Rappaport, If I were you I would watch my back. You see, if she did this to
you, then she's capable of kicking your a**, again. (winking at him and shutting the door)
Sam Rappaport crawled back to his bed. Hew would be out in a few days. He had to find her, soon. Next.
time he would make it where she'd never leave him again.
Dennis walked down the hall thinking of possible meanings to the buttons found on the floor by the
couch. He pushed the down button for elevator. He pulled out the file from his brief case and took out a
picture. Her eyes, something about them was strange. He couldn't name the date of the picture, but her eyes
were somehow happy, maybe even a mark of excitement in them. He wondered what could have made her
do something like that. It was fear, he knew that. But the way, she allowed herself to hit him over and over
was the question. He impatiently pressed the button to the elevator repeatedly.
D: (aggitated) What's taking so long!!
All of a sudden out the corner of his eyes he saw Troy walking up the hallway. He was concentrating on a
chart.
D: (walking up to him) Well, hello doc! We meet, again.
T: (startled) Well, well, (putting the chart under his arm and folding his arms to his chest) If it isn't the great
Sherlock Holmes. (watching the smile appear on Dennis's face) Back to pry and stick your nose in my
business, again, detective?
D: (smiling) Well, actually I just wanted to ask you a few questions, I've ran into.
T: (shuffling his feet) Ok, what is it?
D: I just came back from Sam Rappaport's room.
T: (looking down) O, really. So what did the scum of the earth have to say?
D: (looking amused) Wow, is he that bad?
T: (looking up at him) He's worse.
D: I see. Well, we didn't talk much. You know, that woman really tore him up.
T: (laughing uncontrollably) Well, that's Nor... (pausing while noticing his stare) O nevermind, anyways, go
on.
D: (watching and studying him) That's who, Dr? You were going to say Nora, weren't you?
T: (choosing his words carefully) You know what, yes I was. And he deserved every ounce of pain he
brought on her.
D: So, its true. He was a wife beater. Where is she? We need to talk.
T: (looking for his escape route) Look, she can't risk him, ok. Nora is safe.
D: No, she's a fugutive.
T: (uneasy with his words, but trying to stay calm) What do you mean. O come on you're not actually going
to charge Nora are you?
D: (shocked) Dr, MacIver...
T: Troy
D: (amused) Troy, This woman has almost killed a man. She has broken the law and it is my job to bring
justice to Mr. Rappaport.
T: (shocked beyond words) WHAT! Detective...
D: Dennis (smiling amusingly)
T: (ignoring him) Detective... (pause) This is not justice. She went through much more than either you or I
can say. What that worthless, peice of...
D: (putting his hand up) Ok, doc. I get the picture. Your words make me all warm and fuzzy inside.
(pausing to clear the air) Now... (his face dropping into a serious one) If you don't tell me where she is, I
can no longer protect these conversations we keep having. You know sooner or later, this information that I
keep getting from your mouth will soon fall into the lap of the prosecution.
T: (angry) Why you...
D: (holding up his hand, again) Wait, wait a minute, before you go on I think you should think about it for a
second. I know. She's scared I understand. Here's my card (pulling out his card) give it to her. Tell her to
contact me. I need to know where she is by, yesterday. Got that!
T: (taking the card from his hand) Yea, I'll give to her.
D: (walking to the elevator and pushing 'down') Good boy. (walking into the elevator) We can be friends,
Doctor, I mean Troy (smiling) Or we can be enemies ( watching the doors close) IT'S YOUR DECISION,DOC!
The elevator door shut, leaving Troy without words. Hours later, he walked into his office, ready
to go home. His shift was finally over. He called home, to talk to Nora. But there was no anwser. He got his
things and walked to the nurse's station. He looked around and noticed there was trouble. There were nurses
and doctors scurrying around. What happened he thought. He stopped the same nurse who had talked to the
detective hours before.
T: What's going on?
N: (out of breath) Doctor, one of the patients is missing.
T: O, my goodness, who?
N: I'm not sure who, but his room number is 934.
T bewildered) O, my. Well, I hope you find him.
N: Well, I hope so too. Where ever he is he can't go far, with his injuries.
T: Well, goodnight.
N: Goodnight
Troy walked off completely not knowing who was in room 934. All he wanted to do was get back
to Nora. To makesure she was safe. He walked out into the night air. The breezes brushed against his body.
He walked slowly, so that he could enjoy every fresh breeze. He felt sprinkles drop on the back of his neck.,
but still he walked slowly. The smell of freshness still in the air. His back was so cramped and his limps so
entangled like broken entwined branches. His fingers opened his door while his body climbed in. The rain
began to come down even harder. Her legs, her feet, they were so sexy he said to himself. He couldn't wait
to be home wrapped in her long legs. He never knew that one day, in one swift move his world would come
crashing down. O, but not today, today was Troy and Nora's day. He drove the rest of the way home
speeding with music loudly crashing through the speakers.
Later on that night, he found himself standing before something that was too much too describe
with words. His heart felt as though it was completely on the floor, it dropped so low.