Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't WANNA own it!
Well Sian, you are still the only person reading and reviewing! Nevermind, I did stupidly decide to write this for you in the first place! Anyway, read on and I know it's crap but still should bring a smile to your face - The last section should anyway...
She turned the corner but there was no ambulance, Sian kicked the snow with hr boots, trying not to drop Mike, though she had probably given him brain damage and internal bleeding all by herself!
She suddenly felt tired, and the cold was making her shiver so much, she leaned Mike against a wall and slouched down next to him, looking at his thin, pale face with pity and affection.
The sound of sirens hung in the air and Sian's heart skipped for joy as the ambulance came into view. She jumped up and got their attention by waving madly and ran to meet them. Tearfully she explained what had happened as they climbed out and lifted him onto a stretcher whilst preparing to give him saline and other things that would help him stay alive.
Sian had long since descended into babbling but the medics didn't mind, their first priority was to get the patient to hospital, but the family and friends still needed reassurance.
The driver known as Carl hurried back to the cab and started up the vehicle whilst Emily checked Mike's pulse and gave him an oxygen mask.
She then looked at Mike, asking if he could hear her. Sian bit her lip to try and silence herself, and looked outside, gasping as her mother came limping down the street, a shoe with a broken heel in one hand and a cage in the other.
Sian began to hyperventilate but still strained to see if Draco was there, but the cage seemed empty… He must have escaped, which was just as well because as Emily shut the doors, Laurel screamed and threw her shoe and the cage at the ambulance in rage.
Sian jumped and fell off her seat, shaking in fright – Today could only get worse…
Laurel Champion was mad. And when she got mad EVERYBODY knew about it. And EVERYBODY knew that Laurel's favourite thing to be mad at, was her daughter.
Laurel sat there in the road growling at the ambulance – She had seen that boy, she KNEW there had been one! Sian was a lying and conniving little bitch, and today was the day she was getting what she deserved.
Laurel stood up and walked over to the empty, squashed cage and kicked it with her foot. First she would ring round all her friends and relatives and complain about Sian, then she would find that little pet rat of hers and smash it's head in… with that bloody documentary DVD of the children's trip to that stupid chocolate factory. Next she would throw all of the little whore's belongings into the street, and then to end the day she would go to one of her favourite shops and buy a new pair of shoes to replace the ones she broke because of that bloody saxophone case.
Laurel smiled as she thought of her husband's expression when she told him – Today could only get better…
"Name, Mike Teavee, internal bleeding, concussion to the head, possible brain damage, we called his specialists on the 5th floor and I gave him…" Sian followed on behind, hearing, but not listening as Emily continued speaking in motion to the doctors as they travelled to the ER – She hadn't got past the words 'possible brain damage'.
"I'm afraid you have to wait here." Somebody said as they stopped her at some red doors, Sian watching helplessly as Mike was pushed through on the trolley and out of sight.
"Miss?" Sian turned as a young man touched her shoulder. "Sorry to disturb you but can you fill out some forms at the front desk? I'm sure you're boyfriend will be fine." He smiled as he led her back to reception and moved round the desk.
"He's, not my boyfriend, we're just school…friends." Sian stuttered, her face turning red.
"I'm so sorry, I just assumed…"
"S'ok."
"We have the details of his parents on file from his visits to help recover from…"
"The incident with the taffy puller…" Sian finished where the receptionist trailed off.
"Quite… So, anyway if you just fill these out, is there anyone you want me to call?" Sian looked at him, his face full of concern, she ran her fingers round the sore marks on her neck where her mum had yanked the chain with the key.
"No… Hang on, yes, is it ok if I ring though?" She said as she continued to fiddle with her neck.
"Sure, now is there anything else I can do?" The young man touched her free hand that was still holding Mike's school bag and looked at Sian concernedly.
"It's ok, you've got patients to see, and stuff… Can you just give Mike's parent's this when they get here?" She asked as she lifted the rucksack onto the desk and turned to move towards one of the pay phones lining the far wall.
"Hang on, you didn't fill in your contact details." He reminded softly.
"Oh…" Sian bit her lip, before hesitantly filling in the details and phone number of who she was about to ring…
Draco the ferret was having a great time, he hadn't been this free since… Well ever! That weird crazy woman had scared him at first but now he'd forgotten all about that and was busy nosing about the kitchen looking for food.
Poor thing didn't even see Laurel coming, but then again she didn't see the urine puddle Draco had made a few minutes ago either.
Laurel slipped and did a comedy fall onto her back, screaming a second time as Sian's DVD case whacked her on the forehead. Draco jumped and ran away as quick as his little legs could carry him, disappearing behind the fridge.
Laurel groaned and rolled over – Sian was gonna pay for this!...
