Neo was putting the finishing touches on her poster for the night's Global
Warning, when it occurred to her that she hadn't rang Joel since arriving.
So she picked up her cell and typed in the hospital's number.
"Good afternoon Flat View Hospital, how may I direct your call?" the receptionist asked sweetly.
"Ah yes, can you put me through to Joel Bingham, room number 106?"
"One moment please, may I ask who is calling?"
"It is his fiancé, Neo Sinclaire."
Neo wasn't really engaged to Joel, they weren't even dating. But Neo knew she wouldn't get to talk to him if she said she was just a friend. Plus she knew Joel would get a kick out of it. Many times she and him had pretended to be together when they had gone out clubbing so they wouldn't have to worry about being hit on.
"Please hold," the receptionist said.
In the few moments she was on hold, Neo realised that she was alone in a strange place. The excitement she had when she arrived had saddened and she was wishing Joel would just hurry up and pick up the phone.
"I'm sorry Ms. Sinclaire, but he is unavailable."
"WHAT! Where is he? Is he ok?" Neo's feeling of loneliness had changed to shock and worry.
"Yes, Ms. Sinclaire he is fine," she said reassuring her, "he just had a chemotherapy appointment."
Neo sighed in relief. "I will call back later then, thank you." Then hung up.
Her heart was still racing. She had been through an emotional roller coaster, especially in the last 24hrs, so decided to have a bath while her poster dried and to calm her nerves before that night.
After she ran the bath, she popped her newest burnt compilation CD in her Walkman and hopped in.
So she picked up her cell and typed in the hospital's number.
"Good afternoon Flat View Hospital, how may I direct your call?" the receptionist asked sweetly.
"Ah yes, can you put me through to Joel Bingham, room number 106?"
"One moment please, may I ask who is calling?"
"It is his fiancé, Neo Sinclaire."
Neo wasn't really engaged to Joel, they weren't even dating. But Neo knew she wouldn't get to talk to him if she said she was just a friend. Plus she knew Joel would get a kick out of it. Many times she and him had pretended to be together when they had gone out clubbing so they wouldn't have to worry about being hit on.
"Please hold," the receptionist said.
In the few moments she was on hold, Neo realised that she was alone in a strange place. The excitement she had when she arrived had saddened and she was wishing Joel would just hurry up and pick up the phone.
"I'm sorry Ms. Sinclaire, but he is unavailable."
"WHAT! Where is he? Is he ok?" Neo's feeling of loneliness had changed to shock and worry.
"Yes, Ms. Sinclaire he is fine," she said reassuring her, "he just had a chemotherapy appointment."
Neo sighed in relief. "I will call back later then, thank you." Then hung up.
Her heart was still racing. She had been through an emotional roller coaster, especially in the last 24hrs, so decided to have a bath while her poster dried and to calm her nerves before that night.
After she ran the bath, she popped her newest burnt compilation CD in her Walkman and hopped in.