Bobby's Daughter
I do not own anything you recognize…
Chapter Two
"Sydney," Dr. Davids said, walking over to me.
I had gotten the male – we still didn't know his name – to the hospital. After Nicole heard I needed help, she phoned Wyatt Cole – a close medic friend of mine – and told him about my ordeal. He showed up with flashing lights three minutes after I dialed 911.
We got the nameless male to the ER and fixed him up. Dr. Davids was technically on call so I left the man to him.
"How is he," I asked.
Mark Davids answered, "He's alright. Dislocated shoulder with a sprain. He'll live. We don't have a name or insurance card though. Hell, we don't have a wallet."
I was about to respond when a nurse who was working on the nameless man called out from his room. "Dr. Davids, he's coming around."
Mark looked to me. "I'll take care of him," I said with a smile. "Thanks."
Mark nodded as I walked to the man's hospital room. The nurse, Melanie, was standing over the man in the hospital bed. "Sir," she asked. "How are you feeling?"
"Like Led Zeppelin attending a Britney Spears concert."
I snickered, "Well, her chest would entice him."
Melanie turned around. "Syd," she said with a smile. "I thought you went home."
"Well, a car wrapped around a tree stopped me," I said with a smile, directed at the man. "Melanie, I'll fill out the charts for this one. Thanks."
Melanie nodded and handed me the chart before walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"I'm Syd Russo," I said, sticking out my hand at the gentleman. "I found your car hugging a tree and stepped in. Lucky for you, I'm a doctor."
"Crap doctor. My arm hurts," he replied, using the hand not in the sling to rub it against the arm in the sling. I dropped my hand and grabbed the seat next to the bed.
"Crap driving. Gieco wouldn't take you." He shut up. "Anyway, I pulled you out of the wreckage. There was another man in the car."
"Where is he?" Suddenly, the smart ass became the worried.
"I'm not sure. I got you out of the car and went back to help him. He was gone."
"Shit," the blonde muttered.
"Excuse me?"
"When can I get out of here," he asked.
"When you're better. So, let's fill out this chart. Name?"
"Look lady-"
"Syd." He glared at me. "Or Dr. Russo."
"Syd," he bit the word. "I'm not staying here. I have to find my brother."
"Name," I asked, ignoring his complaining and continuing with the chart. He started to get out of the hospital bed. "Sit before I call security."
He glared at me. "I'm not staying here."
"Why?"
He contemplated. I could tell he was deciding on a lie to feed me. "I don't have insurance."
I contemplated. This guy could be a murderer. He could be rapist. But that didn't stop me. "Then you can stay at my house and I'll make sure you get better. For free."
Catch the pop culture references?
One: Wyatt Cole from the TNT show, Saved.
Two: Led Zeppelin
Three: Britney Spears
Four: Gieco