Nurse Jackson jumped when she got off the phone to find Leo and Dash standing there, evidently listening in on her conversation with the teacher. Leo's bald head seemed to shine under the fluorescent lights, and he was leaning on Dash for support.
"So, we're visiting a high school?" Dash asked, squinting at the nurse with suspicion. Nurse Jackson pursed her lips- obviously he hadn't heard the conversation correctly, or he may as well have been high.
"Yeah, she confirmed, "some goody-goody teacher wants to have his little club sing for you kids, but they didn't want to come here." She began filing through some random paperwork she found on the desk, eyes scanning the pages for any mistakes made in the reports. Ever since Brittany had messed up Emma's eating charts, she and to be super careful.
"Jerks," Leo muttered under his breath, licking his lips as he swayed slightly. Dash grabbed Leo by the shoulder, steadying him as they then walked carefully down the hall to Leo's room, which was just a few doors down from the lobby. Nurse Jackson watched them go, shaking her head at Leo hopping on his foot as Dash basically dragged him along.
She knew it hurt him, but Leo really had to start using that damn prosthetic leg. The two of them were obviously going to tell Emma and Kara- maybe Jordi once he woke up, since he had slept in that morning, evidently skipping school. She heaved a sigh as she realized that out of everyone, the kid resting in the room across from the exception desk, the one shared with cheerleader Kara, was unable to participate in all this. He was unable to move or even voice an opinion on the matter.
Charlie, who was currently having a volunteer strum a guitar by his bedside, singing a song from The Fray.
"How To Save A Life," Nurse Jackson said to herself, hearing the man's voice warble into the reception area, "yeah- mine hopefully." She resorted to shuffling through some papers on the desk, manila file folders strewn about. Scanning the writing, Jackson saw Brittany's bubbly handwriting, small windy faces and little hearts drawn all around the borders, dotting the 'i's. Shaking her head, she scanned the official document titles stamped across the top.
Brittany had taken it upon herself to fill out Emma's eating charts again.
Nurse Jackson could only resort to flicking through them, menial chatter wafting through the hospital lobby, accompanied by the occasional guitar strumming.
She really hoped Brittany hadn't messed up the charts, or else there was probably going to be hell to pay- and those Glee Club kids were already becoming a pain in her ass. Seriously- why did anyone want to come to a hospital where they could catch any sickness in the world?! Jackson quickly corrected herself- being a nurse was to take care of those who need it, not belittling others who wanted to help. The man's voice waived through the air as he finished the song and she sighed.
These Glee Club kids better be good at what they do, or quite frankly, she wasn't sure if the visit would be good at all. And listening to this guy day in and day out was beginning to make her ears bleed.
