Chapter 15: Rainy Day
Tony manuvered his way out of the building, stepping back out into the alley. It had started raining again as water instantly drenched him and the unconcious Jack in his arms. Tony pulled him close trying to keep the water from getting him too wet, he then hurried off from the alley, incidently hitting almost nearly every puddle of water none intentionally.
He kept moving as quick as he could towards the doors to the hostipals' emergency bay which only took him a few minutes to reach too. He stopped infront of the doors then just slammed his foot into them making them swing open, He walked in quickly nearly slipping on the wet floor.
"I need a doctor!" He shouted, making everyone jerk there heads to him, then eyeing Jack in his arms. The nurses rushed to him with a gurney.
"Lay him down sir" One of them said. Tony listened gently laying Jack down so he lay straight, and took his coat off Jack, and laying Jacks' arms straight on the bed by his sides. Jack was still shaking, more intense then before even, Tony noted. Alot of the blood that covered Jack had washed off and onto Tony himself, staining everything. Tony got a good look at Jack now since the blood had washed itself off. He had the doctors clothing on, and amazingly they fit him. Dr. Ibly must have had almost if not the same exact build Jack had. He noticed the few holes in the clothing, the shirt was tworn up, was it like that before Jack had put it on or after.
Tony helped the nurses push the gurney into the trauma room where 2 doctors were there already. Tony was then pushed back, but not out of the trauma room as they began to work on Jack. Tony watched intentively as they literally ripped the shirt off of Jack. They were saying alot of things that Tony didnt understand, alot of medical terms. Tony took note of Jacks' torso, the bandages from before were still there, alot of them were tworn up, barely staying on, with blood leaking from them. The doctors pulled off the bandages and started to fix the new damage. There was alot more then Tony had thought.
The smell and sight of all the blood was now starting to get to him, he puleed back putting his hand over his mouth, gagging. He turned around not facing them and ran out of the room. He ran straight into the mens' room, reaching one of the stalls just in time to empty the contents of his stomach into the bowl. He took a few breathes wiping his mouth then flushing the tiolet. He stood back up slowly, still trying to catch his breathe. He moved over to the sinks and the mirror. He looked at himself, his hair was a mess and drenched. His hands were covered with watered down blood, along with his shirt. He closed his eyes tightly as he ran some water, and then washed his face. The cold water felt good on his skin, almost like relieving some of the tension and shock of what had just happened. He calmed himself down, but thoughts were still spinning through his head. What the hell had happened? That was the question that went through his head at a million times a second in his head. He just couldnt understand what happened. Jack was worse then he was before, Tony thought that was impossible, but he was. And the doctor was dead. Everyone at the Hostipal thought Jack did it, but the condition he is in now, his new wounds, that doesnt hold up to the fact that he murdered the doctor. It looked like someone was trying to kill him. The doctor wouldnt do that, Tony thought to himself. Or maybe the doctor would, and Jack was just using self defense. That could be it, but Jack wouldnt kill him even if the doctor was trying to kill him, would he? This whole situation was strange.
After a few moments Tony finally regained some of his composure and walked out of the mens' room. He took a deep sigh walking towards the trauma room. They were still hard at work on Jack, he saw this through the windows on the doors. They wouldnt allow Tony back in, and Tony didnt think he could handle being in there anyways. He then walked to the waiting room, pulling out his cell phone. He dialed Michelle.
"Dessler" Michelle answered slightly distracted with her current work. She was trying to help Tony out and find Jack, not knowing Tony had already found him.
"Hey Its me" Tony replied with a heavy sigh.
"Hey Tony, I havent gotten anything new yet, have you?" She asked.
"I found Jack..." He mumbled collapsing into one of the waiting room chairs. He placed his free hand on the back of his neck and started to rub it to relieve some of the tension in his stressed out body.
"You did? Where was he? How is he?" Michelle asked questions that had been running through her head since Tony had called her with the news.
"I found him in the building next door, Hes not doing so well..." Tony answered closing his eyes, trying to escape the headache that he had.
"Did he tell you what happened?" Michelle asked.
"No...he was unconcious when I found him..." Tony sighed heavily.