Friends Forever?
Chapter eightDanny, who was now panicking, called the doctor immediately.
The doctor rushed in with his team and a set of shock panels.
One of the nurses walked over to Danny. "I'm sorry sir. You're not allowed to be in here at this time."
Danny walked out the room and into the waiting area.
He sat down in a seat and bowed down his head. He started to sob uncontrollably.
The doctor was trying to bring Mary back to life. They kept trying for several times before he called it quits.
"Call it," said the doctor over the heart monitor that was still flat lined.
"TOD—1:13 AM," said the nurse that had been assisting them.
Another nurse walked out of the room and into the waiting area. She walked towards Danny and told him the newly found news.
"I'm sorry Mr. McCoy. Your wife didn't make it."
"She's not my wife, damnit!"
"I'm sorry sir. I know this must be hard for you—"
"You don't' know anything about this!" Danny shouted at the nurse.
Danny took a pile of magazines and pushed them off the table where they were resting. He then started to kick a couple of chairs.
The nurse ran over to a phone. "We need security in the waiting room."
A few minutes later, two men, twice the size of Danny, took him by the arms and threw him out of the hospital.
"Thanks, guys!" Danny yelled at the two men.
He started walking towards his car. Once he got in it, he drove off to the nearest bar.
"Give me a beer!" Danny shouted into the bar once he opened the door.
"Here you go, sir."
An hour later he was drunk as can be and his tab had run up to over a hundred dollars.
"Hey, look! I can fit my hand in my mouth!" said Danny who was drinking off of his depression.
"Sir, I'm gonna have to pull your tab."
"Okey-dokey. Just pull me up another one."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir."
"Fine! I'll just walk out of here like a pretty butterfly!"
And with that Danny stormed out of there. He was depressed. The love of his life had died today, or so he thought.
2 Hours Earlier...Mary had been brought in a few minutes ago.
The doctor that was supposed to take care of Miss Connell had mysteriously vanished after he had told the nurses the diagnoses.
The replacement doctor had been a Dr. Garrett R. Robertson.
If his boss had done a back round check on him, he would have seen that Dr. Robertson didn't exist. But, a Dr. Parkerson did.
Dr. Roberson was actually Garrett Parkerson who was a con artist and murderer. Garrett had been planning over two years on how to get revenge on a certain security guard. Named Danny McCoy. McCoy had done one too many things to the Parkerson family. Garrett had been happily married to Linda Mercedes until she was shipped off to war.
Garrett was informed 3 months later that Linda had been killed during "friendly fire." He had also been told the name of the Marine who had accidentally killed his beloved wife.
Garrett knew that Mary really wasn't dead. He had simply changed her IV while Danny was asleep.
The Next Day...Danny walked into the Montecito with a major headache. Mary had always brought him aspirin when she knew he had been drinking. "Mary," said Danny with a hint of sorrow.
He walked up to the surveillance room, and got ready for the day.
"Hey, Danny. How's it goin?" asked Mike who was a valet at the Montecito. "I heard about Mary. Is she okay?"
"She's fine. Dead, but fine."
"Sh-She's dead?"
"Yup. And if I hadn't asked her out she would've been fine. She'd still be here."
"She would have had to go home sometime, Danny."
"Yeah but not at nine. Because of the date she had to get off work earlier."
"Have you told Ed about this?"
"No."
"You need to."
"I better get to work." Danny walked over to Mitch. "Any spottings of Robert Parkerson?"
"One. Nessa said she saw him follow Mary out."
"He must have been the guy who hit Mary."
"Mary got hit?" asked Mitch confused.
"Yeah. By a car."
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