The hospital soon came into view as the ambulance rumbled to the curb at the front double doors. The police cruiser came in behind the ambulance and the engine died down. The doctors opened the doors of the back of the ambulance and climbed into the back. They untied Flint's stretcher from the table and carried him out of the ambulance. Sam, Brent and Lucio followed close behind. The front doors of the hospital led them into a large waiting room. A counter was there, with a small clicking away on a computer, behind the counter.
The waiting room was filled with sick or hurt people. There were kids crying in their mother's arms and old people barely moving in their wheelchairs. Sam watched the poor people as Flint was brought into the waiting room. The doctors ran over to the counter and began to shout at the woman, while they placed the stretcher on the floor.
A little boy in a wheelchair was sitting with his mother, and had a frown on his tiny face as he watched Flint. Slowly, he wheeled himself over to Sam. She looked down at the little boy. His legs were missing.
"I hope he gets better." The boy gently told her and looked over at Flint.
"Thank you." She smiled softly at the poor boy and he smiled back and wheeled his wheelchair back to where his mother was sitting.
Now the doctors were lifting up the stretcher again and began to speed-walk toward one of the elevators. Sam, Brent and Lucio quickly followed them too. Inside the elevator it was quiet. The doctors had worried looks on their faces as they waited for the elevator to reach the third floor. It was thick and stuffy in the elevator as if everyone was holding their breath. When the doors opened to the third floor, the doctors ran down the hallway with Flint on the stretcher. They ran down the hall and into a room. The room had two beds on wheels against the right-sided wall and two chairs beside the first bed. Across the room was a giant window that showed the ice-cream fall outside in big snowflakes. Across from the beds, was another door to the bathroom. The doctors, gently took Flint off the stretcher and laid him on the bed. They pulled the blanket over him, up to his chin.
"We'll be back as quick as we can. We need to get the nurse and doctor." One replied.
"Aren't you guys doctors?" Sam asked them.
"We are, but we mostly drive the ambulance and treat people who are stuck at home." The other doctor nodded and hurried out the door. As they left, Lucio sat down in one of the chairs and Brent sat down too. Sam sat on the bed near Flint. She reached out and took his hand. It was still warm, which meant he wasn't dead. But the pulse in his wrist was slow and shallow. It was like he was in a very deep sleep. His pulse was like if you tap your finger on the tabletop every 3 seconds. That was slow. The heart was supposed to beat a lot of beats per second.
The door opened and a doctor came in with a nurse. Lucio and Brent got up from the chairs and Sam jumped off the bed. The doctor sat in one of the chairs, and the nurse had wheeled in some equipment and a small tray with tools.
The doctor took out his stethoscope and listened to Flint's heart beat. A frown passed on his face. Then he turned around to Sam.
"What happened to him?" the doctor asked.
"He was shot in the arm, and fell to the ground. I think he broke his arm and hit his head." Sam stammered and watched the doctor nod at every word. Slowly, the doctor pulled the blanket away from his shoulders. The left shoulder had a rip in his lab coat. The doctor sat Flint up with the help of the nurse and took the lab coat off. Then they laid him back down and the nurse handed Sam the lab coat. Then the doctor moved the chair to the left side of the bed and shook his head at Flint's left shoulder. His shirt was ripped at the shoulder and then wound on his shoulder was horrifying.
The skin had been ripped off, leaving dried blood splattered all over the shoulder and some of the shirt. The doctor ordered the nurse to get him a cloth and pointed to a brown bottle sitting on a shelf behind the bed. She dipped the cloth into the brown bottle and handed the cloth to the doctor. He gently, wiped away the dried blood and revealed a deep wound. Some of the flesh had been cut out and left a gap of nothing right there on his shoulder. Wincing the doctor, got up and grabbed another bottle from the shelf. It was some kind of cream. He spread the cream over the wound and then the nurse handed him a roll of bandaging fabric.
The shoulder was bandaged up and then the doctor inspected Flint's arms. One did turn out to be broken. The doctor told something to the nurse who hurried out of the room.
"Can you guys please wait outside for a few seconds? We'll call you back in shortly." The doctor told Sam, Brent and Lucio. They nodded and left the room. In the hallway there were a few chairs. They sat down into the chairs and Sam sat between Lucio and Brent. She dropped her head into her hands and began to cry again. Brent and Lucio just sat there, watching the nurse carry a tub filled with something and a few jars. She entered Flint's room and slowly closed the door behind herself.
"He'll be ok, Sam." Brent replied and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"How do you know?" she looked up at him and met his miserable face.
"I don't know." He whispered and she felt fresh tears come to her eyes. Brent was having tears trickling slowly down his face too.
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The man in the dark blue trench coat was walking back and forth in the meeting room in his helicopter. A confusing look was on his hidden face. But it had shown in his eyes. His three henchmen sat in chairs in front of him and watched their boss pace in front of them. All were scared. Whenever their boss paced around the room, he usually came up with some insanely horrible idea. Sometimes they weren't ideas. Sometimes, they were just his thoughts. His horrible thoughts.
"Do you suppose Flint is really dead?" he asked his henchman in a loud voice and they nodded vigorously.
"Well, I don't think so." The man in the dark blue trench coat stopped pacing and now stood in a thinking posture.
"You can't go down there, boss! The police will get you! They are probably searching for you in every crook and cranny of New York City." One henchman cried out and sat straighter in his chair.
"I'm sure they are, but ever heard of a disguise, smart one?" the man in the dark blue trench coat snapped. The henchman shrank back in his chair and nodded his head slowly.
"There is a problem, boss. We have nothing on in this helicopter for you to wear." Another henchman piped up.
"True. So I'll just go like this," he surveyed his hands over his dark blue clothes, "I'm good at hiding and the police will take forever to find me." He told them and went into a nearby closet. He came out with a parachute pack and gave his henchman a thumbs up. Groaning, the man in the dark blue trench coat pushed the door of the helicopter. Cold air blasted into the helicopter and the henchmen shivered.
"Good luck, boss!" they chorused and the man in the dark blue trench coat jumped out of the helicopter. The henchmen peered out of the door to see their boss falling, until his parachute opened and he sailed to the ground. As they closed the door, a sigh of relief went around.
"I hope he crashes onto the top sharp point of the Empire State Building or something and never comes back." One of the henchmen sighed and the rest nodded in agreement.
"He's too demanding." Another grumbled.
"And we NEVER got paid once!" the last one groaned.
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The doctor and nurse came out of Flint's room an hour later. Sam had fallen asleep with her head rested on Brent's shoulder and Brent's head rested on the back of his chair. Lucio was asleep too; curled up in his chair.
When the nurse and gently shook Brent's arm, he blinked his eyes open and sat up. Sam stirred and sat up too, rubbing her eyes. Shortly, Lucio had awaked too. All three glanced up at the nurse and doctor. A grave expression on the doctor's face.
"He had a cast on his right arm, bandaged on the left shoulder and bandaged around the head. His heart rate has become slightly faster, but is still he is weak. He was knocked out unconscious, but much worse than that. There is a 80% chance of him dying. There is the 20% chance, were he might live." The doctor said in a voice that sounded like it was choked up with tears.
"80% of d-dying?" Sam gasped. She held back her tears and began to tremble.
"But there still is the 20% of living." Lucio reminded her.
"We need to call his parent or guardian." The nurse told them.
"His father's name is Tim Lockwood. I'll give you the phone number." Sam murmured and took out her cellphone. Slowly, she went through her contacts until she came to Tim's number. She told it to the nurse, who dialed it into a cordless phone on the wall.
"Hello? Yes, this is Nurse Lynn of New York City General Hospital. No. Your son, Flint Lockwood is severely injured. Will it be possible for you to come right away? Yes. No. Um, yes. Thank you, goodbye sir." The nurse hung up the phone and turned to the small group.
"He said he's on his way." She sighed and the doctor nodded.