Chp. 18
Some What Still Standing
Disclaimer: Yeah, Whatever
Rating: And we're back to T
Pairing: Jake and Miley
Summary: Jake finally comes back after two years of trying to figure out what a normal kid is like
He pulled up to the Emergency lane, and looked in Miley's direction. She was even more pale than she'd been not even five seconds ago.
"Stay there," he said as he watched her hand reach weakly for the door handle.
"I think I can manage to open the door by myself, Jake."
"I know that Miley, but just stay there and I'll come help you." His hand found her thigh and squeezed it gently. "Let me help."
She gave him a weak smile, and a nod of her head in compliance, and he watched as she placed her hand back on her lap.
He made his way to her side and opened the door. She looked up to his face with a pained smile, and offered him her shaking hand.
Jake gently took the proffered hand, and help her up from her seat.
She was wobbly, and when she put her weight on the injured leg he could tell that she was in much more pain than she was saying. She stood for maybe two seconds then her body had gone limp, and she started to fall.
It was the one moment that he was glad he'd taken all of those Martial Arts classes, his fast reflexes prevented her from falling face first onto the cement pad in front of the hospital. He deftly scooped her up into his arms, her head on his shoulder, and the sound of Lily and Oliver clambering out of the back seat of the car.
He was never so glad for automatic doors, as he was right now. They slid open, and when the nurse at the station seen them, she quickly grabbed a wheelchair, and wheeled it towards them.
Oliver's shirt was completely soaked with the blood from the wound, and Miley looked like death warmed over, and Jake had no idea what to do.
"What happened to her," the shapely, blonde nurse asked, as she took Miley from his arms, and sat her in the wheelchair.
"The door of the car came shut on her leg," Lily explained, as Jake was still standing there.
"A door did this much damage?" The nurse had seen the blood soak flannel wrapped haphazardly around the leg of the young lady.
"Well it more like slammed shut on it."
The nurse nodded in understanding.
"Do you know if she has insurance?"
That got Jake out of his fugue state, "Miley's bleeding to death, and you want to know if she has insurance?!" He couldn't believe this crap, what was up with medical facilities these days?
"I didn't say that we weren't going to treat her, it's just that we need to know in case the insurance company needs to be notified, and in this case they probably will."
"Listen just take care of her, I don't care if I have to pay for it myself. That's my girlfriend and do whatever needs to be done."
The nurse had looked him over, he'd watched her do it, it was like she was assessing just how much money he would have, and by the way he was dressed it probably looked like he didn't have much in the way of money. If only she knew.
Apparently Lily had thought and brought Miley's purse in from the car. "I found a card here that says something about insurance."
The nurse took the card from the other blonde, and read it over. "We'll need to fill out some forms, is there anyway we could call her parents?"
Oh god Robbie Ray was soo gonna kill him. He should've thought to call him on the way here, and it completely slipped his mind.
"Already done, her father said he'd be here within the five minutes." Lily was his lifesaver today, it seemed.
"Okay, we'll get her into an exam room in the next few moments. Please have a seat."
"I'm not leaving her side," Jake said as he grabbed the wheelchair from the nurse.
"I'm sorry, you can't go back unless you're her family." She gently took the chair, and walked away with him following.
"I'm the only family she has here."
"Hey!" He heard from behind him. Seemed that Lily and Oliver had followed him and the nurse.
"I'm more of a sister than anything," Lily said with vehemence in her voice.
He ignored her, "I mean if she wakes up, a familiar face should be there right?"
He could tell that the nurse was getting ready to give in, her shoulders were slowly relaxing as he talked.
"That's true, but you're not family, and I could lose my job if I let you go back." They had made to the double doors that led to the exam rooms.
"What in blue blazes happened," Robbie Ray nearly yelled as he saw his daughter in a wheelchair.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you need to keep it down, please."
"The frilly heck I will, that's my daughter sittin' there with a blood soaked rag on her leg. I want to know what happened and it better be good." His eyes looked at the rest of the kids standing around Miley.
"The door of the car smashed shut on her leg, Mr. Stewart." Oliver's low, shaky voice explained as Robbie's eyes found him.
"And just why would the door of the car smash Miley's leg?"
"Well Derrick started..." Okay so Jake's mad eyes were scarier than Mr. Stewart's. "Derrick came by and knocked into Jake who was holding the door, like he should've been, for Miley, and he lost his grip on it, and it kinda sorta slammed on her."
"I'll be right back with the papers you'll need to fill out for her, Mr. Stewart." The nurse wheeled Miley behind the double doors, and gave her to an orderly.
Jake had tried to follow the nurse but the shrew had quickly punched the button on the other side to shut the door as soon as possible, and he hadn't made through in time.
"Jake?" Oh shit, Mr. Stewart wanted to talk to him. This just put the icing on the cake for this day.
"What exactly happened? I mean Miley couldn't have gotten all that blood on you, considering that it was her leg that was hurt, and you have the stuff all over your shirt."
He looked down at his shirt, and seen that there was indeed quite alot of unexplained blood on it.
"Well you see, I had to pick her up and carry her in here, when she stood up she got all wobbly and passed out. The blood had soaked the Oliver's shirt, and pooled in her boot, so I guess that it got on me then," he lied with a very shaky voice, hoping like crazy that Mr. Stewart would believe him.
He looked a little skeptical at the explanation, but nodded his head in acceptance. Jake let the breath that he was holding whoosh out of his chest at the gesture.
The nurse came back out with a huge stack of papers, and handed them to Mr. Stewart, who rolled his eyes, and pulled a pen from the container on the edge of the reception desk.
Jake watched him start to fill them out, asking Lily and Oliver this and that about the accident. God he hoped that they didn't bring Derrick in as they waited to go see Miley.
She remembered Jake opening her door and standing up, then the whole world had gone black. She knew that they'd made to the hospital, and that was probably the reason she had an I.V. in her hand, but she couldn't figure out where everyone that was with her was at. Shouldn't they be in here. Her leg ached, and there was a doctor down there prodding at it.
"Ouch," she exclaimed as he'd poured what felt like liquid fire into the wound.
"Oh, you're awake," the masked man with the iodine said, as he poured yet more of the orangey -brown gunk in her leg.
She rolled her eyes at Mr. Obvious, "Yep."
"Okay, sweetie, can you tell me your name?"
"You do know that I don't have a concussion, right. I mean a gash in the leg is a far cry from my head." This guy reminded her of Doogie Houser M.D., her brother used to watch that show when she was like three or so.
"Yes, sweetie, but we had to wait for a parent to get here, and you were bleeding so badly that we just brought you back here, without filling out the papers."
"OH! Well in that case, Miley."
The doctor just looked at her funny.
"My name is Miley."
"Alright, sweetie."
"Uh, could you please quit calling me that?"
"Calling you what, sweetie?"
"That!" She pointed vehemently as he said sweetie. "That right there."
"What, Sweetie? You don't want me to call you sweetie?"
Lord this guy really needed to get a clue. She couldn't believe that he was actually a doctor. He seemed more suited for a Professional Surfer or something. "Yes that's what I want you to quit calling me."
"Then what should I call you?"
"Um, my name would be good."
"Okay, Miley, this may sting a bit." She watched him pour more iodine into the wound, and flinched as it burned.
"Now, just how did this happen?"
She went into detail of what had happened to her leg, and what had happened afterward. Well not about the fight, but how the bloody shirt had gotten wrapped around it.
"Man that had to hurt."
"Yeah, you should've been on this end." This doctor seriously needed a sign, and she needed one of those t-shirts that say 'I'm with stupid' written on it. Good lord, he was about as clue less as, well Amber and Ashley.
"So where's my friends?"
"Oh, they couldn't come back, but Nurse Wilcox said that the one guy was quite pushy about coming back with you."
"Jake."
"Is that his name? Well anyway, he even tried to follow her through the doors, but didn't make it in time."
"Yeah, that sounds like him. So why couldn't he come back? I mean I wouldn't have complained or anything."
"It's not that. Hospital rules say that none family members can't be back here with out direct consent from the patient or a family member."
"Well I'm giving my consent, right now. He saved my life, well not really, but if he hadn't gotten me here when he did, I'd have probably bled to death."
"Okay, Miley. I'll go tell the nurse, also I think that your father is here now." An orderly had come in and handed him a chart with a bunch of papers in it.
Miley sat there as he read the chart, she wiggled her the toes on the opposite foot from her injured leg, and tapped her fingers on the naugahyde of the bed she was laying upon.
"Okay, now do you want your father to come back?"
"Sure, but only if Jake can come too."
"Well that should be okay, but you can't have more than two people back here at a time."
"That's fine." She just wanted to get rid of the ignorant doctor, and have a half-way intelligent conversation.
Jake and Robbie had made their way into the exam room, and she'd never been happier to see people that had a brain in her life.
Jake rushed over to her and took her hand in his.
"God, it's so good to see you with your eyes open."
She just smiled at him, and watched her dad look at her leg.
"Yep, that's gonna need some stitchin' up, Mile." He smiled at her. "Where'd that doctor get to, anyway?"
At that moment the doctor stepped up behind him. "Mr. Stewart?"
She watched her dad turn to the boy doctor, "yep?"
"It seems that Miley here has a major hematoma on her leg, it will require a few stitches, but my major concern is that she seems to be high anemic."
"Good golly, ya reckon?"
The doctor just looked strangely at him."Anyway, she needs a blood transfusion, before we can do anything for the leg."
Her daddy shook his head at the young man, "Well, you seemed to know what to do, so why the heck aren't you doin' it."
Two hours, much stupidity from the doctor, one blood transfusion, and sixteen stitches later, she'd finally found herself in an out patient room. The doctor seemed to think that she should stay over night for observation.
Oh, what an intellectual night this was going to be.
A/N: Yes I know this isn't the best chapter, but I just couldn't get it right, and I'm so freaking tired that my brain went into stupid mode. Anyway you guys know what to do. Be kind Review.
