Steve was asleep for a total of fifteen in the doctor's lounge.
Amanda came up sat there watching Steve drooling on those papers. She
scooped the papers up so they wouldn't get too wet. As she picked them up,
she accidentally dropped them. She hurriedly, picked them up and tried to
place them in the correct folders. When she came to the mug shot of Jerry
Jordan she shouted.
"Steve! Steve! Get up, now!" She shook Steve even though he was beginning to wake.
"Amanda. Calm down. What's wrong?" He held her tight after noticing she was shivering. She was in shock.
"Him." She pointed to the picture on the floor. "His name is Josh Hinz. He works as a custodian. Why is he in your files?"
"Amanda. His name is Jerry Jordan. Have you seen him lately?" He talked as tenderly as he could. She was still shaking in his arms. He gently placed her in the nearest chair while he got up to give her coffee. He stirred in two spoons of sugar and creamer and handed her the mug of coffee. She took it and took a sip. As she held the mug, droplets of coffee landed on the table. "Amanda. Look at me. I need you to tell me where he is. He is wanted for the murder of three children."
"He's...He's...at...children's...wing." Steve took of toward the elevator. He pressed the up button. He looked above and saw that the elevator was on the ninth floor and he was on the second. He decided to take the staircase to the children's floor, which was only a level up. When he got there he saw Jerry Jordan going into the storage.
"Stop. Police." Jerry pulled out his small hand gun and fired a shot. Steve dived out of the way, landing on food cart. He pulled out his gun and shot the man in the chest. Steve got up slowly, his gun still pointed at him.
Steve got close to Mr. Jordan and herd a faint whisper, "So your were smart enough to figure out it was me. See you in hell." His body went limp. His body floating above a pool of crimson blood. His white hand held his gun.
"I hope you find peace," murmured Steve aloud, placing his gun away.
~~~An Hour Later~~~
After Steve got done with the paper work, the clean up of the blood, and had the body transferred down to the morgue he went back to the doctor's lounge. He sat down and reflected on today's events and the events that happened years ago. He sat down at the table and laid his chin on his palm. He was glad that he was the only one in the lounge. He really didn't want to deal with his dad at that moment giving him lectures, Jesse would ask him about everything that happened, and Amanda would question how a guy like that got a job in the hospital. He was out within minutes. This time his nap was peaceful.
~~~Steve's Dream~~~
A young woman, with blonde wavy hair and blue eyes, smiled. She wore a long white flowing gown. Her skin was white but she had red luscious lips and rosy cheeks. "It's not your fault. You tried your best. I'm in a better place. I'll always be here for you. Looking over you with your mother and sister. I am with you always and forever." She slowly faded away and he was left with no dreams.
~~~Doctor's Lounge~~~
Mark checked on his son and smiled. He knew everything was going to be okay. His son would be back to normal.
"Steve! Steve! Get up, now!" She shook Steve even though he was beginning to wake.
"Amanda. Calm down. What's wrong?" He held her tight after noticing she was shivering. She was in shock.
"Him." She pointed to the picture on the floor. "His name is Josh Hinz. He works as a custodian. Why is he in your files?"
"Amanda. His name is Jerry Jordan. Have you seen him lately?" He talked as tenderly as he could. She was still shaking in his arms. He gently placed her in the nearest chair while he got up to give her coffee. He stirred in two spoons of sugar and creamer and handed her the mug of coffee. She took it and took a sip. As she held the mug, droplets of coffee landed on the table. "Amanda. Look at me. I need you to tell me where he is. He is wanted for the murder of three children."
"He's...He's...at...children's...wing." Steve took of toward the elevator. He pressed the up button. He looked above and saw that the elevator was on the ninth floor and he was on the second. He decided to take the staircase to the children's floor, which was only a level up. When he got there he saw Jerry Jordan going into the storage.
"Stop. Police." Jerry pulled out his small hand gun and fired a shot. Steve dived out of the way, landing on food cart. He pulled out his gun and shot the man in the chest. Steve got up slowly, his gun still pointed at him.
Steve got close to Mr. Jordan and herd a faint whisper, "So your were smart enough to figure out it was me. See you in hell." His body went limp. His body floating above a pool of crimson blood. His white hand held his gun.
"I hope you find peace," murmured Steve aloud, placing his gun away.
~~~An Hour Later~~~
After Steve got done with the paper work, the clean up of the blood, and had the body transferred down to the morgue he went back to the doctor's lounge. He sat down and reflected on today's events and the events that happened years ago. He sat down at the table and laid his chin on his palm. He was glad that he was the only one in the lounge. He really didn't want to deal with his dad at that moment giving him lectures, Jesse would ask him about everything that happened, and Amanda would question how a guy like that got a job in the hospital. He was out within minutes. This time his nap was peaceful.
~~~Steve's Dream~~~
A young woman, with blonde wavy hair and blue eyes, smiled. She wore a long white flowing gown. Her skin was white but she had red luscious lips and rosy cheeks. "It's not your fault. You tried your best. I'm in a better place. I'll always be here for you. Looking over you with your mother and sister. I am with you always and forever." She slowly faded away and he was left with no dreams.
~~~Doctor's Lounge~~~
Mark checked on his son and smiled. He knew everything was going to be okay. His son would be back to normal.