Don't worry Kaysia, I take no offence, I've heard what you've said and this chapter doesn't have a single 'caring' or 'caringly', and if there is I will allow you to have go at me for it XD
I hope peoples enjoy.
'No, no, no, no, NO! This can't happen, not now. I was wrong, she got me wrong. I do care, I know I care, but why can't she see it from my perspective? I run this hospital, I have a reputation, I can't be… Christ that sounds awful. I can't let her down, not now."
"Mr Hanssen?"
"Ah, Mr Malick, can't talk now, busy, busy." Hanssen carried on hurriedly down the stairs.
"I just wanted your opinion on a patient; Dr Digby seems to think it could be cellulitis whereas I think it's something more." Malick explained.
"Um, yes, there is pin pointed swelling, redness and heat on the neck which seems to indicate an infection in that area." Digby explained as they kept up with Henrik down the staircase.
"Whereas I think it could be a mass in the larynx, the patient is finding it hard to breathe and can't speak properly. What do you think Mr Hans-"
Henrik suddenly spun towards them and glared at the two, "What makes you think I would be interested in your patient divide? Sort it out between you or ask Mr Griffin, I don't have the time." He spat then carried on down.
"Can I get some help here please?!" The man called as he approached the girl on the floor. He gasped when he suddenly recognised her, "Tabitha?"
As she came round she began to shiver, and as the pain hit her she began to cry out, "Ow, it hurts." She groaned.
Soon a couple of paramedics and a nurse arrived with a trolley.
"This is Tabitha Rees-"
"I'm 22 years old, I have severe pain in my ankle and wrist, I feel cold but my vitals should be fine." She finished for the man.
"She also seemed to be unconscious for a moment or two before I got to her." The man added.
"What happened, Tabitha?" The paramedic asked.
"I got hit by a FUCKING MANIAC!"
"What?" The man asked defensively.
Tabby was being wrapped in blankets and strapped to a spinal board as she began hurling insults at the owner of the black car, "Harvey you are a total twat did you know that? I didn't even see you coming around that corner!"
"I didn't see you."
"Well you should have looked harder then, shouldn't you? You came out of bloody nowhere."
"1, 2, 3." The paramedics got her onto the trolley.
Just as Tabby was placed down she spotted Hanssen in her peripheral. She rolled her eyes.
He stood behind Harvey.
"All orthopods are the bloody same aren't they, you think you're God when it comes cracking bones into place but you're all public schooled pricks with nothing between your ears." She snarled.
"I swear I didn't see you." Harvey begged.
"You were driving too fast that's why." She was exasperated at having to explain this to him, "You always drive too fast. A month ago you were leaving the car park and you came at me at speed causing me to drive right through that bastard pot hole at the entrance, it snapped my suspension coil and ruined my tyre, I could have sued you for that." Harvey and Hanssen followed as they took her into the building.
"Sue me? Tabitha, I think you're taking this out of proportion-"
"Oh, you complete and utter cun-!"
"Tabitha." Henrik warned.
"This fucking hurts! Where are we going?"
"AAU, Miss Rees." The paramedic replied.
They were silent as they took the lift up to the first floor when…
"How am I a cunt anyway?"
The whole lift sighed.
"Doors opening, lift going up."
She was wheeled out, "James, I'm not going to repeat myself. You think that because you drive a posh sports car you are finally Lewis Hamilton, but you're not. I checked that road before crossing then you suddenly came out of nowhere, sending me flying." She rolled her eyes but the pain got too much and she began screaming, "Oh, for fuck's sake can't you give me something?" She hung her head back.
"Just wait a little a longer Miss Rees we're nearly there." The paramedic reassured as the noise from AAU filled the corridor and they wheeled her through the door, "This is Tabitha Rees, she's been hit a-"
"Twat." Tabby finished.
Chrissie raised her eyebrows at her.
The paramedic carried on, "Suspected broken right ankle and sprained left wrist, she was also unconscious for a moment after impact so check for head trauma." The paramedics handed over.
"1, 2, 3." They moved her to another bed.
"Ok, thank you." Chrissie said as she and Harry took over handing back the trolley.
"Alright Miss Rees, oddly I don't think we've met before, my name's Harry Tressler, I'm going to be treating you alright?"
"Fuck me; I come in with a public schooled prick now I'm being treated by one." She rolled her eyes.
"Nice to meet you too." Harry replied sarcastically.
"Can I have some morphine, the pain is killing me?" She groaned.
"Sure thing, 10 mg should be enough." He instructed the nurse.
"We need a full body CT and an MRI please." Henrik instructed Chrissie.
"Mr Hanssen, glad you're getting stuck in, so tell me are the rumours true?" Harry began injecting the morphine.
"What rumours?" He stated simply, checking Tabby's pupils.
"You and Tabs here?" Harry placed the syringe back into the tray.
"I wouldn't know what you're talking about." He took Harry's stethoscope from around his neck.
"Well that figures." Harry muttered.
"I am here you know?" Tabby pointed out.
"Well Tabitha your vitals are fine, your heart rate is a tad fast but considering the situation that's normal-"
"I'm a doctor too you know."
"Yes, of course you are." He replied annoyed.
He then walked past a worried looking James Harvey, "Are you just here for decoration or can I help you?"
"Is she going to be ok?"
"Well she's just spent the last 10 minutes hurling insults at you; don't you think she seems ok?" Henrik began to stride away.
"I can't believe I hit her." James shook his head in disbelief.
Henrik stepped back, "Don't you have a car to move? It's blocking the entrance to the ramp." He stated coldly before leaving.
"Feeling any better?" Harry asked.
"Much thank you."
"Good." He turned before her voice stopped him.
"Harry, I need to apologise for my rudeness just now."
He turned back to her and smiled sweetly, "That's ok, I get it all the time, we kind of expect it, and considering the position you're in you're probably feeling pretty angry."
"Thanks. And it's nice to meet you by the way."
"Likewise." He nodded before heading to the desk.
Tabby sighed as she stared up at the ceiling, well she couldn't really do anything else; she was strapped to a spinal board with her head immobilised between two blocks. She waited patiently until something happened, but it never did. She huffed and began to hum to herself until finally Henrik appeared above her.
"You're a lucky girl there is CT slot available for you now, so a few questions, are you pregnant?"
She burst into laughter, "Ha no."
"Ok." He frowned, "Are you wearing any jewellery?"
"A watch." She held up her right hand.
Henrik placed the clipboard under his arm then gently took her hand, taking off the watch. He placed it in his pocket, "I'll keep this for you then. Anything else?"
"Nope." She was frustrated at not being able to move her head.
"Good, I just need you to sign this form and we'll get you up there." He smiled handing the pen to her and holding the clipboard steady for her. He guided her hand to the line and she signed it, "Thank you, it's quite lucky you're right handed isn't it?" He nodded to somebody she couldn't see then she began to move.
Light…light…light…light, bright lights they were as well.
"Can we stop a second please?" She held up her hand.
They stopped her and Henrik peered over, "Something the matter?"
"Sorry, just give me two moments. I'm feeling slightly dizzy." She blew out.
"Do you feel nauseous?" He asked slightly worried.
"No, no, just, this is what I saw when I came round after being knocked out earlier on. Plus it's like watching the lines beside the car going down the motorway."
"Ok, well keep your eyes closed and if you want us to stop just say so."
"Ok, let's go." She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing.
"1, 2, 3." They got her on the scanner bed.
She felt someone grab her hand and something was placed in it, her thumb positioned over a button.
"Just press this if you have any problems." The radiographer spoke to her.
"Are we doing a spiral CT?" She asked curious.
"Yes we are." The man replied.
She then heard the door shut and a low hum was all that was heard until a deep and sexy voice came over the intercom.
"Ready, Tabitha?"
"Yep."
She was then moved into the machine and a loud whirring began.
"Take a breath in then hold it."
She moved through the machine as the rays spun around her, doing her scouting scan.
"Breathe."
"Ok, I'm just cropping the scan area, we won't be long." The radiographer informed.
"Take a breath in and hold it."
Then she moved back down through the scanner slowly.
"Breathe."
After a few minutes the whirring slowed and stopped and she was brought out of the machine. A small bong was heard and shortly the door was opened.
"1, 2, 3." They moved her back onto her bed and wheeled her back to the ward.
Tabby began huffing and sighing as she spent her time staring at the ceiling again until something was placed in front of her, it was her book.
"I found it in your bag." Henrik handed it to her, "How are you feeling?"
"Bored." She simply replied opening her book on her lap before holding it above her.
"How did the CT go?" Harry approached.
"We took a detailed look at her CT scan which showed no damaged to the skull, neck or spin but they need to take a closer look at the ankle and wrist so we can take these off then strap up the leg and arm." He and Harry began the take the pads and straps off her.
"Will I still need an MRI?" She asked hopefully.
"Yes." Henrik replied.
She sighed disappointed.
Henrik and Harry strapped up Tabby's leg and arm with some padding to help keep the limbs still and protected. They made sure she was happy and comfortable before heading off in separate directions.
"So Sacha, do you know anything about Tabby and Hanssen?" Harry leant on the desk.
"Nope, why should I know?" He carried on clicking around on the computer.
"I thought you were friendly with her?" He shrugged.
"Not overly, we chat on occasion but she's never mentioned anything about that, why would she?"
"Just wondering. Ah Ms Campbell, what do you know about Tabby and Hanssen?" He turned to the woman who strode past him.
"Should I know anything?" She placed down a folder.
"Nope, I'm just curious." He smiled disappointed before drumming the desk and turning back to his patients.
Sacha side glanced Serena, "So, what it is you know?" He asked, a small smirk forming.
"Like I said, why should I know anything?" She played before heading to the office and Sacha chuckled slightly.
"Hey Tabs how are you feeling?" Harry stood next to the bed."
"Disregarding the fact that there's nothing to do, I'm alright."
"Good, now get into this and sit tight until your MRI, yeah?" He handed her a gown before closing the curtains and leaving.
As Henrik walked past her poked his head through the curtains to find Tabby struggling, "Do you want Nurse Williams to give you a hand?"
"Nope, I can do this." She answered with determination.
"Ok." Henrik left.
Soon Tabby was dressed in a gown and was sat up comfortably, under some blankets of the bed, quietly reading her book.
"Mr Hanssen, is she alright?" Chrissie asked concerned.
"I think so, why?" He replied simply, flicking through Tabby's notes.
"Well, I think it's just my motherly instincts kicking in but she seems… I don't know… unhappy."
"Nurse Williams, she's just been hit by a car, I highly doubt she's going to be in the best of spirits right now. Secondly she's an adult, she can deal with it." He finished slightly less confidently.
"I know but she's only young and my maternal instincts kick in around anyone under the age of 25. She was on the news earlier on today so maybe she feels as though she's being gawped at." Chrissie sighed taking a look at the other patients, most of them finding stuff to do or trying to get to sleep.
He closed the folder and held it to his chest, "Do you want her moved?"
"Can we? I mean just to a side room, give her a bit of privacy, you know?" Chrissie looked hopeful.
Henrik pondered for a moment, "Ok, I'll see what I can do."