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Ch.2: Enter…Ally

It had been a bad day…truthfully it had been a shitty day for John. Everything that could go wrong did. His meet-n-greet was cancelled due to the hotel staff overbooking. The fire chief walked into the banquet room and shut the event down. All of his interviews managed to overlap causing a rush. His photo shoot for Raw Magazine had been one from hell. The photographer had no idea what was going on. He messed up on half the photos so John had to go back and retake them. Needless to say John was in a bitchy mood.

When the limo pulled up to the hotel, John went straight to his hotel room. He changed into a pair of sweats and a Chaingang hoodie. Once he was changed he snuck out to take a walk. He had to release his frustrations from the day or else he was going to kick someone's ass. It was a little after 8 and John was still walking. He happened to be walking past an alley when he heard moaning. He was going to keep walking until he heard someone scream out in pain. He carefully followed the sound until he reached to source.

Under a pile of heavy boxes was a young lady. Her right eye was swollen, her bottom lip was busted, there were hand marks on her cheeks, and her clothes were all ripped up. She was hunched over, crying and clutching her stomach. Without a second thought, John picked her up and carried her two blocks to the hospital. By the time he'd gotten there, the girl was unconscious. He stormed into the ER screaming for help. Immediately a group of nurses rushed over with a gurney. They took the girl and rolled her behind the double doors. Another nurse led John over to a wash area so that he could clean up. John cleaned himself up and took a seat in the waiting area. Two hours later a doctor in red scrubs walked over to him.

"I'm Dr. West. Are you the man who brought in the young lady?"

John nodded. "Yeah. I'm John. Is she okay?"

The doctor frowned. "She's stable for the moment but that can quickly change. Is there any family member here that I can talk to?"

"Not that I know of. She was alone when I found her. So what's the matter?"

"I'd feel better speaking to a family member." Dr. West turned to leave, but John stopped him.

"So that's it? You're going to just walk off."

Dr. West nodded. "Pretty much. Without a relative or next of kin there's not much more I can do."

John frowned. He couldn't explain it, but he'd suddenly become very protective of the girl he'd rescued and he'd be dammed if some pompous doctor just gave up on her. "Look doc, I found her in an alley. I brought her here to get help. For all either of us knows, she's got no family. I may be the closest thing to family she's got. You're telling me that because I'm not technically related, you're just forgetting about her? What if something bad happens? What if she destabilizes and dies?"

Dr. West looked at John. "Finding a hurt person and bringing them to the hospital doesn't make you family. It makes you a humanitarian and a good person. Hell, it can even make you a hero, but it does not make you a relative. Now, without that there is nothing you nor I can do."

John gritted his teeth. It was already a bad day and this doctor was just making it worse. "It may not make me family, but it shows I care. Which, obviously, is more then I can say for her 'family.' Don't ya agree?"

"I agree. But that doesn't change the fact that…"

"Look doc, I'll admit that I'm not family, but I'm not leavin' 'til I know she's gonna be okay. So I'll be here all night if I have to."

Dr. West sighed. "I really don't have time for this. I'll tell you the truth and then it's up to you to make the decision." Dr. West sat down and John sat next to him. "John, the truth is that she's lucky you found her when you did. She's in pretty bad shape. She was assaulted. She has a few broken ribs, a few broken bones, and possibly a concussion. Those are minor injuries that we aren't too worried about. However, there are signs that she has a couple of serious internal injuries. We're concerned that there may be some internal bleeding, but we can't operate until we get permission. Since she's incapacitated, we need that relative to grant us permission to operate.

John quickly absorbed the doctor's words. "I'll do it. I'll give you permission.'

"I need a next of kin."

"I'm her best bet. There's no one here to watch for her best interest. So show me the paperwork and get to it."

Dr. West nodded. He walked over to the receptionist area then he disappeared behind the double doors. An older lady in scrubs walked over to John. She handed him a clipboard with a few forms on it.

"Here you go son. Fill these forms out and leave them on the counter. They simply state that you grant the doctors permission to operate on your friend's behalf. The last page simply states that you won't hold us liable in case of death. If you need any help my name is Matilda and I'll be right over here." The lady walked back over to her desk.

John sat staring at the paperwork. If he signed it, he'd be responsible for the girl. If he didn't, something bad could happen to her. He let out a deep sigh and filled the forms out. He sat the board on the counter and took a seat. He was getting tired, but he wouldn't let himself sleep. He was too afraid that he'd miss something.

Three hours later, Dr. West and a woman in scrubs walked out. Dr. West introduced the woman to John.

"John, this is Dr. Hite. Dr. Hite is the hospital's neonatal specialist."

John gave a confused look. "Neonatal? Is everything alright?"

Dr. Hite smiled. "Everything is okay. The surgery was successful. There was no internal bleeding or any major internal injuries. She's going to be fine."

John sighed in relief. "That's great."

"Absolutely. However, there's something else. During the surgery Dr. West made a discovery that brought me into the picture. It seems that your friend is approximately 9 and a half weeks pregnant."

John's jaw hit the floor. Then a swarm of emotions surged through him. He bit back urges to punch something as he listened to Dr. Hite continue.

"What I'd like to do is run a few tests to determine if the fetus has sustained any injuries. I want to measure the amount of trauma and it's effect on the fetus."

John nodded. "Do whatever you need to do." The doctors, once again, disappeared behind the doors. It was already 12:30 and John was exhausted. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and slumped down in his chair.

At 3:30, Dr. Hite walked back out. She smiled at John and sat next to him. "Everything's normal. Baby's fine and developing as normal. There are no signs of trauma or distress."

John sighed in relief, yet again. Dr. Hite was about to leave, but John stopped her. "Dr. is there anyway that I can see her?"

Dr. Hite nodded. "Of course. Follow me." John followed Dr. Hite to the ICU unit where the girl was. She was out from the medication. John looked at Dr. Hite.

"Will she be out for a while?"

"She'll probably be out for the rest of the night. Tomorrow she'll probably have 10-minute fits where she's awake and 50 minute fits where she's sleep. It'll be that way for the first week or so. It's just to make sure that she's comfortable while her body begins to heal itself. That's because there aren't many painkillers we can give her while she is pregnant. Trust me, Tylenol doesn't always cut it."

John nodded. He pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. Dr. Hite left and a nurse brought him a couple of pillows and a blanket. John made himself comfortable and before he knew it he was sleep.