Chapter Two
Frasier was the first one to awake the next morning. His eyes fluttered open slowly, and he took a moment to look at his surroundings. He was lying down on the sidewalk, he noted. There was a small indentation on his cheek from where a pebble had dug into it. He rubbed at it gingerly as he looked to his left. There was a large tree there and Frasier crawled to it since he was eager for the shade.
Once at the tree, he turned around to get a better look at his surroundings. Directly in front of him there was another tree. This tree was smaller and thinner, but it did not concern him. The part that concerned him was the thing that was next to the tree- the tall white sign with red lettering proclaiming "Little White Chapel".
Frasier chuckled. "I wonder who got married," he said aloud. Obviously the alcohol still had an effect on him. He could not remember any of the previous nights events or even that he had someone else with him. He took another deep breath of fresh air and looked back at the chapel. There was a woman near the bottom of the stairs. Intrigued, Frasier moved on his knees until he was next to her.
He sat down next to her and wondered what he should do. The woman was lying down with her back facing him. Most of her back was exposed, Frasier noted, as her the back of her dress was cut down to the base of her spine. Frasier smiled as he moved a bit closer. The woman's dress was very short, and her feet, complete with four-inch black heels, were on top of each other on the stairs, he noted. He titled his head closer to the stairs in efforts to look up her dress, but was stopped by the sound of footsteps coming closer to him.
Frasier quickly picked her head up at look at the two men and woman. "Sir, if this is your new wife, I was not trying to look up her dress," Frasier said quickly.
The first man rolled his eyes as the three of them placed the stretcher down on the sidewalk in front of them. The other man and woman walked over to the woman near the stairs. "Careful," the first man warned. "From her position, she might have sprained something."
The other two emergency medical technicians nodded as they carefully transferred the woman from the stairs onto the stretcher. The female EMT moved to the front of the stretcher. "On three," she said as she grasped the edge. "One, two, three," she said. With that, the two of them picked it up and began carrying it to the street where an ambulance was waiting.
The first EMT turned his attention to Frasier. "Sir, can you tell me where you are?" he asked carefully as he extended his hand to Frasier.
Frasier used the hand to steady himself. "The Little White Chapel," he read clearly. "Twenty-four hour drive-up wedding window," he added as he read the bottom of the sign. He let go of the man's hand and tried to stand on his own, but he found that he could not do such easily.
The man rolled his eyes, but did wrap an arm under Frasier's torso to provide support. "You're coming with us," he stated as the two of them slowly walked to the ambulance. The EMT guided Frasier into the seat. "You can sit there, but you have to be quiet," he informed Frasier. "That's very important."
"We'll take care of her," the female EMT answered as she gestured at herself, the male EMT, and another female EMT. "You find out what you can from him. And you," she added as she looked up at the driver. "Call Mercy General, and tell them our ETA is about ten minutes."
"BAC is point one nine," the second female answered as she gestured down at the woman from the stairs.
"Tell them to prep a trauma," the first female added.
Frasier looked on with concern as the three EMTs began ferociously working on the woman from the stairs. He could finally get a glimpse of her face. It was pale, he noted. Very pale. "Is she going to be ok?" he asked as he looked at the first EMT.
"We will do our best to save her," the man answered. "Sir, we need your help. Do you know this woman?"
Frasier looked down at the woman. He would like to know her. She seemed very attractive if she was not covered in medical men and women. She was attractive when she was sleeping on the steps.
"Come on," the woman said as she pulled Frasier closer to the chapel. She giggled as she steadied herself against Frasier. "You said you loved me," she reminded him. Her lower lip stuck out in a pout. "You wanted to get married here."
Frasier blinked again as he looked at the man. "I'm sorry. What was the question?"
"Do you know this woman?" the EMT repeated as he gestured down at the woman from the stairs.
"I believe I do," Frasier said after a moment. Bits and pieces of the previous night were coming back to him. "I think I married her."
The EMT rolled his eyes. As a worker in Las Vegas, he was used to this kind of situation. "Can you tell me her name?" he asked calmly.
Frasier kicked the door to the chapel open and pulled the woman in. He swung her around for a little bit and pulled her back closer to him. She rested her head on his chest as he walked over to the woman behind the desk. He glanced down at the woman. She was leaning against him completely for support. Frasier frowned and guided her back over towards the round couch at the opposite side of the lobby.
"We wanna get married," he declared. "My name's Frasier Crane, and she's--"
Frasier blinked again. He could not recall the name. It was at the tip of his tongue, but he could not say it. "I can't remember. We were so drunk," he recalled. He could feel his lingering headache. "I can definitely feel that."
"Can you remember what you had to drink?" the EMT asked. "Or at least what she had to drink?"
"Um," Frasier began. "We both had tequila shooters, vodka, and beer. She was sad about something and had more, plus some wine on the way down…I don't remember anything else."
The EMT nodded. "Well, it's a start. Thank you," he said as he began helping take care of the woman. "Did you start a line?" he asked.
The female nodded. "ETA's six minutes."