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The phone buzzed loudly on the small wooden table, screaming for the attention of it's owner. She happened to be busy at the moment.
"Who the hell is calling me? It's fucking midnight," Anabelle Blake whined from atop Jesse St. James.
"D-don't answer it, babe," Jesse panted, still moving inside her. She gasped lightly, moving with him, but looked toward her phone in concern.
"W-what if it's important," she asked, gliding her free hand across her forehead to wipe away the sweat that was building there. Jesse made a whining noise in response, clearly not caring who could be calling. What was so important that she would stop sex? Nothing.
"It's past midnight, fucktard. No one calls me this late for nothing... except you," Ana said, climbing off of him. Of course, he whined again. She wrapped the blanket around her bare body and stood, walking to her phone. When she got there and picked it up, she read 'Broham'. A confused look came across her face, "Sam? What's wrong?" she asked, answering her phone.
"Hello? This is Officer Murphy of the Lima Police Department. Am I speaking to the sister of Samuel Evans? This number was listed as 'Sister' in his cell phone," she heard coming from her phone's speaker. It was always set to speakerphone. Jesse sat up abruptly, watching the phone with concern.
"Um.. yeah. This is Ana," she lied. She felt like his sister, seeing as she was the only person he really had. His parents weren't around much and he spent a majority of his time at her place or Blaine's. "What's going on? Where's Sam?"
"There was an accident tonight outside of town. I can't tell you all the details or the other victims, but I needed to contact you about Samuel. He's been transported to the Lima Medical Center. I've been told that he's still in the Emergency Room," the officer replied. Ana gasped and felt hot tears coming to life in her eyes. Jesse jumped off the bed, not caring that he wasn't wearing any clothing, and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm very sorry." It was the last thing they heard before the line was cut off.
"If this is another prank caller..." mumbled the sleepy man. Burt and Carole Hummel were asleep when the call came in. They could hear the phone ringing in the kitchen and Burt grunted. He wasn't one to ignore a phone call. No matter what time it was. He slowly stood from the bed, stretched out his back, and walked to the kitchen. Carole stayed in bed but stayed awake. "Hello? Hummel-Hudson residence. This is Burt speaking."
"Sir, this is Officer Murphy of the Lima Police Department. I'm looking for the parents of one Finn Hudson," the caller said. Burt's eyebrows raised as the officer spoke. Reluctantly, he walked back to the bedroom, the phone still at his ear. Carole sat up, seeing the expression on her husband's face. Burt handed Carole the phone, knowing she'd be the one who should be contacted if Finn was getting into some kind of trouble. "Hello? This is Carole," she said, giving Burt a questioning look. Her eyes widened and she choked on her saliva as she listened to the officer speak.
Car accident... hit a tree... others... Emergency Room... Keep calm... Identify the bodies...
Carole hung up the phone, gaze focused blankly on the wall in front of her. Her baby boy. He was in the hospital. Bodies... They couldn't tell her what condition he was in. Burt, worried about his wife and clueless to the situation, walked over to her slowly and sat down. "Carole.. what's going on? Where's Finn?"
"Emergency Room," was all that Burt heard before he was clambering upstairs to wake his sleeping son. He pulled Kurt out of bed and dragged him down the stairs, still in his fancy pajamas. Carole stood slowly, slipped on a coat, and walked to the car. Looking at her, Burt thought of zombies. She shuffled across the room, not saying a word, with a glazed look on her small face.
"Dad, what's going on? Why'd you drag me out of bed at.. one o'clock in the morning?" Kurt Hummel asked, demanding answers from his father. He didn't get any answers though because the next thing he knew, he was in the family car. They were headed toward the Lima Medical Center.
The hospital was buzzing with activity tonight. It wasn't usually very busy, considering the size of the town. Lima, Ohio was considerably small and though there were accidents and such, the place rarely had big incidents coming in. Tonight, Sheryll Pierce was working the night shift. She would be on for at least six more hours. It was going to be a long night.
A call came in for four ambulances about a half hour earlier and they had just arrived back at the hospital doors. Sheryll bustled outside, ready to assist the medics in rushing the patients inside and to the ER. When the door opened, she saw the big feet of a teenage boy. He was pulled out in a rush and she gasped when she saw his face. It was covered in small gashes and blood. Small pieces of glass wedged into parts of his skin. It didn't take long for her to recognize the tall, lanky boy. She knew before they told her his name. Finn Hudson. Her daughters boyfriend.
Thinking back to earlier in the day, before she'd come into work, Sheryll panicked. Brittany. Her daughter. She had gone to hang out with Finn that night. Heart pounding, she motioned for another nurse to take her place in the rush to get him inside. Running to the next ambulance as it came in, Sheryll started to cry. This time, when the door opened, she recognized the white Nikes that the Cheerios wore as part of their uniform. Collapsing to the ground, she covered her face with her hands. She couldn't look at her daughter's face, which could be comparable to that of the boy. Uncontrollable sobs came from her body as she watched her precious daughter being wheeled into the hospital.
Sheryll felt a hand lightly rest on her back. "Sweetie, come inside. It's snowing. Dr Brennan said you're off.." the voice cut off but Sheryll knew what they were telling her. She was getting the rest of the night off because her daughter was being wheeled to the Emergency Room as they spoke. She'd heard the details of the accident. No one knew if any of the passengers would survive, yet. Feeling broken she slowly stood, letting the other nurse lead her to the waiting room.
"We couldn't find a contact in the last phone," Officer Murphy said to his coworker. Where were this kid's parents? There were a lot of contacts in the address book of the phone, but none of them screamed 'Family Member'. The only contact with anything obviously significant about the name was the one listed 'Sammu' with a heart, but Murphy knew that it referred to the broken blonde boy. He'd checked already and knew when the first phone started buzzing with 'Blainey' on the screen.
He sighed, looking around at his fellow officers. There wasn't much they could do with no contact number for the last patient. "Take him to the hospital anyway. Someone will come..." Someone had to come for the boy. He'd been with friends. Maybe another parent would recognize him and give the hospital a number to contact the parents.
"Don't people care about their kids these days?" Murphy mumbled to himself, climbing into his cruiser.
That's it for tonight! I hope you enjoyed it :) Reviews are fantastic! In the next chapter, we'll see each of them in the hospital. Who will wake up? Will anyone come for Blaine?
And I need to make something clear.. Dr Brennan refers to "Ian Brennan", not the woman from 'Bones'.