Chapter 11
Arriving at the hospital, Sawyer leapt out of the car, leaving the girl still sitting there. He sprinted towards the entrence or the E.R. As he came futher into the building he began to glance around, looking for a reception area. Finding it, he ran towards it, hlating only when he was directly in front of it. The receptionist sat on her computer, her pen in her mouth, chewing the end like a school girl. Sawyer couldn't help but grin, his dimples imprinting his cheeks. He was getting restless. After standing motionless in front of the desk for more than three minutes now, he had had enough. Clearing his throat to get the womans attention whilst leaning lazily on the desk. The woman jumped in shock before taking the pen from her mouth and turning towards Sawyer.
"Can I help you Sir?" She quiried politely, her eyes looking straight into his for an answer fingers ready on the computer keys to input any nessisary information.
"I'm looking for some people. They were brought in here earlier." He took a breath before describing. "Latina, brunette bout so tall. 'Nother brunette, not as pretty though. 'Nd a guy bout this high, shaved head." The woman recalled in her mind. She couldn't remember any of those people. Maybe the man. She recalled a man coming in earlier, she had guessed it was his wife they brought in with him. She was out cold. If she remembered rightly she had been taken up to intensive care, something to do with her brain.
"I'm not too sure about that Sir. Do you have any names for me to search for?" Her squeeky voice echoed off the walls of his head, driving him to insanity. The woman deciding not to tell Sawyer about the incident, just incase he got adjitated. Sawyer sighed. He glanced at the woman's name tag.Tilly.
"Yeah Milly, I do. Ana Lucia Cortez, Jack Shepard, and Kate somebody. Don't exactly remember her last name, don' think it ever popped up." The woman looked angered by this.
"It's Tilly Sir, not Milly. Just give me a moment." The woman scanned through her pc files, looking for the names the man had mentioned.
"I can't look for Kate because I don't have a last name. Jack was in here earlier for a check up, was found on a beach, no idea where he was. The Doctor said he was fine and he was discharged. He was with a girl though, could still be here, I'm not positive. Ana. Give me a second." Sawyer was starting to get really annoyed. This woman went and told him about damb Jack first. He didn't care about Jack. He cared about Ana.
"Yes, Sir she's here." Suddenly a man came up behind Sawyer, pushing the que and interupting the woman.
"Oi Miss. Some people need a doctor here, tell him to shove off." The blood on his forehead told her he must have been injured.
"Hey Bloody, get in the got damb que. Some people where here before you. If it were up to me I'd let ya bleed ta death." The woman looked between the two quareling men.
"Now Sir that isn't called for. Would you please step back in the que and you shall be seen to in a moment. You Sir need to see a doctor before you go see your friend. I'll need to take some details. After a doctor has checked you over you can see your friend. Name please." Sawyer emitted a low growl. His temper steadily rising. God he hated hospitals.
"James Ford. 'An I aint telin' ya nothin' else. You can search for my files on the computer. Find them under LA." The woman typed his name into her computer, searched for his files and asked him to take a seat.
Sawyer wondered over towards the seats, tapping his feet noisily, his anger and frustraion rising. An elderly woman behind him turned around and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Sir." He turned to look at her, his foot still tapping the ground madly. "Could you please not do that." She stated pointing to his tapping foot. "It's disturbing my program." She then pointed to the large TV screen in the corner of the waiting area. Sawyer snapped. Momentarily stopping the movement of his foot
"I'll do what the hell I want, Lady. You wanna watch TV? Go home and watch it there, this is a hospital petal, not a social club." He turned back in the other direction and continued the tapping. The woman moved away from him in discust.
After what seemed like hours, Sawyer had been called in to see a doctor. After his check up he was discharged, when he stood back in the growing que to see the receptionist. He had been in the que ten minutes before he was at the front once more.
"Hello Sir. I see your looking better. I take it you want to know what room your friend is in." Her large smile and blonde hair reminded Sawyer of a child's barbie doll.
"Yes I wanna know where she is now, sweatheart." The woman scrolled through the files on her pc before locating the correct one.
"Okay Sir. If you take the elevator, to floor number four. Take a left and she is in room number 15. Oh and good luck with that." She smiled at him before he left.
"Thanks barbie." He replied. He turned to leave before exclaiming. "Oh and by the way, ya got pen smeared all over your mouth cupcake." The woman starred back at him in horror, before opening the drawer under her desk to pull out her mirror. As he stepped into the elevator, Sawyer grinned, ear to ear, as the woman gasped in shock at the black ink smudged all over her lips. The doors closed.
Sayer turned to the buttons on his right, pressing number four like the woman had explained. The button lit up at his touch. The numbers flicked by at each floor he passed. 1,2,3 until finally landing on four. The bell pinged and the door slid open. The voice in the elevator stating "Fourth floor!" Sayer exited the elevator, turning left down the corridor. His hands began to sweat in his pockets as he became nervous. What would he find when he walked through that door? Would she be alright? He found door number 15, standing outside in fear to enter for several minutes, before allowing his hand to creep up to the door handle. The door swung open in one swift motion and he stepped inside.