As soon as the elevator opened, Lona poked her head out, making
sure that the coast was clear before hurrying down the hall towards the
sleep lab, motioning impatiently for Elmer to hurry.
A moment after they were gone, the elevator door slid open again and Mona stepped out, her eyes fixed on the book in her hands as she headed down the hallway in the opposite direction from Lona and Elmer. Her bare feet made hardly any sound on the cold hospital floor and she swayed slightly back and forth as she walked. A stick, a stick. There had to be a stick somewhere around here.
As they entered the sleep lab, Elmer moved towards Lona. He started to speak, one of his usual attempts at flirtation that got him slapped half the time but he stopped as Lona slumped back against the wall.
"Lona?" he said a bit hesitantly as he stared at her, noticing suddenly the unnaturally pale color of her skin and the exhausted, washed out expression on her face. He reached out, gently touching her face,
surprised when she didn't push him away. Her skin was clammy, cool. How could she be cold in that big coat?
"You know, I'm starting to think that some of the things that Mrs.
Druse says about something being seriously wrong in Kingdom Hospital are right." Lona closed her eyes for a moment, barely able to force them open once more to look at Elmer.
"Yeah, especially after what happened..." Elmer abruptly stopped,
not wanting to hear Lona say anything about what had happened between them the night before, not wanting to hear her say it had been a mistake, what he was sure she was about to say. He reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, you don't look so hot. Why don't we go find my dad and get him to take a look at you? I heard that there's this flu bug going around that..."
"Elmer, I don't think you want your father to see what's wrong with me." Lona let out a soft laugh as she pushed herself away from the wall,
swaying slightly as she reached for the sleeve of her coat and started to pull it off.
"Here, let me help you with that." Elmer said as he reached out to give her a hand. He was a bit reluctant to say too much, knowing with every word that he spoke the odd were going up that he would say something to tick Lona off and then things would be right back the way they were before the incident of the night before. "Listen, Lona, why don't you let me run you home? It looks like you need to be in bed or something."
She was swaying more now, and as Elmer slipped her coat fully off,
Lona knew she couldn't stay on her feet much longer. "I think bed's the last place I needed to be, don't you, Elmer?" She said, a slightly hysterical laugh slipping into her voice as she gestured with one hand at her stomach. Her eyes rolled up in her head and before Elmer could catch her, she crumpled into a heap on the floor.
A moment after they were gone, the elevator door slid open again and Mona stepped out, her eyes fixed on the book in her hands as she headed down the hallway in the opposite direction from Lona and Elmer. Her bare feet made hardly any sound on the cold hospital floor and she swayed slightly back and forth as she walked. A stick, a stick. There had to be a stick somewhere around here.
As they entered the sleep lab, Elmer moved towards Lona. He started to speak, one of his usual attempts at flirtation that got him slapped half the time but he stopped as Lona slumped back against the wall.
"Lona?" he said a bit hesitantly as he stared at her, noticing suddenly the unnaturally pale color of her skin and the exhausted, washed out expression on her face. He reached out, gently touching her face,
surprised when she didn't push him away. Her skin was clammy, cool. How could she be cold in that big coat?
"You know, I'm starting to think that some of the things that Mrs.
Druse says about something being seriously wrong in Kingdom Hospital are right." Lona closed her eyes for a moment, barely able to force them open once more to look at Elmer.
"Yeah, especially after what happened..." Elmer abruptly stopped,
not wanting to hear Lona say anything about what had happened between them the night before, not wanting to hear her say it had been a mistake, what he was sure she was about to say. He reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, you don't look so hot. Why don't we go find my dad and get him to take a look at you? I heard that there's this flu bug going around that..."
"Elmer, I don't think you want your father to see what's wrong with me." Lona let out a soft laugh as she pushed herself away from the wall,
swaying slightly as she reached for the sleeve of her coat and started to pull it off.
"Here, let me help you with that." Elmer said as he reached out to give her a hand. He was a bit reluctant to say too much, knowing with every word that he spoke the odd were going up that he would say something to tick Lona off and then things would be right back the way they were before the incident of the night before. "Listen, Lona, why don't you let me run you home? It looks like you need to be in bed or something."
She was swaying more now, and as Elmer slipped her coat fully off,
Lona knew she couldn't stay on her feet much longer. "I think bed's the last place I needed to be, don't you, Elmer?" She said, a slightly hysterical laugh slipping into her voice as she gestured with one hand at her stomach. Her eyes rolled up in her head and before Elmer could catch her, she crumpled into a heap on the floor.