Yesterday was a double posting, today is a triple posting. Because I'm so excited and I need to get to the next part ASAP even if no one else is concerned! :P
/-^l^-\ Same week. Friday. /-^l^-\
"Is this water fresh?" asked Alison.
"Yes."
"For anyone to have?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for your warm hospitality and great recommendations Dr. Brigshaw," sniped Alison, pouring herself a glass of the water. Everyone was afraid of the taps since some gunk had flown out on Monday.
She wandered back to her office when she heard footsteps behind her.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked.
"A warm welcome," remarked Jonathan, following her into her office.
"Do you want to set up here? Give yourself a little bit of space to stay here?" she questioned, looking dead serious. Jonathan was dazed. He shrugged and leant back against the side of the desk, frowning.
"Are you mad?" he asked, unsure. Alison laughed and shook her head.
"No, I'm not. It's called sarcasm, Johnny Craney-Boo."
"Piss off!" he cried, planting his palms in his face and sighing deeply. Alison giggled and teasingly patted him on the head. She began routing through one of her draws and pulled out letter.
"Third to arrive here," she pointed out.
"Another?" he asked, surprised. This one hadn't been picked up by him this time. Maybe she didn't want him so involved in her personal life but she'd told him that her and her mother never got on and not much more. She shared things like drunken stories; normally annoying or typical but this was Alison and she was crazy as it were.
"Yeah," she nodded glumly, "same old crap from that bat," she said, leaning back and opening the windows and then striking a match and dropping it into a vase with the letter.
She waited a bit and poured a little bit of water into the vase and tipped it all out into the bin. Another quick swill with water and she poured that into the bin and stuck the flowers, which were in a little sack of water, back into the vase.
"Are you alright?" he asked, frowning. "Tell me."
"I'd just like to see the back of this fuss," she said.
She smiled diffidently at Jonathan who had watched her contently burning the letter. She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. He watched as she seemed to panic a little. She leaned forward and started fumbling around in her desk a little frantically.
"Alison?" asked Jonathan, stepping closer, "what's wrong?"
"That's gin and tonic, I swear!" she gasped, "I'm allergic!" she said. She was speaking so fast and with a Scottish accent he barely understood. Jonathan had to run over. He took her in his arms supportively as she seemed to fall short of breath. I need you...
"Alison, calmly repeat."
"No! I'm allergic to either tonic or gin! An-"
"Do you have a pen?" I really need you.
"I... don't... know!"
"ALISON!" he cried, "where?"
"It ...might be... in my draws, or bag!" she said, pressing her hand to her chest. Jonathan crouched.
"HELP!" he cried out, "SOMEONE HELP!" he called, rummaging through the top draw. No one had come. He hissed and went to the second, then third, and finally the fourth. "HELP!" he boomed, grabbing her bag. Her eye lids flickered; she looked unconscious. I... need... you...
He dug into her bag, tipping it out ruthlessly and picked the pen off the floor, removing the safety cap and stabbing it into her thigh. He kept it there for a few seconds and then took it out and wrapped a bit of paper around it on the table.
He burst out of the door and down the corridor, clutching Alison.
"SOMEONE! IT'S DR. MACLEOD! SHE NEEDS HELP!" he yelled. "I really do need you," he called.
/-^1^-\
"Dr. Crane, you're going to have to let go of her," said the paramedic. Jonathan cradled Alison a moment longer. He'd been holding her ever since she'd passed out. She'd had to have a second injection the reaction was so severe. He shot the paramedic a derranged look, as if she were taking away a prized possession. That was because she had initially said that Alison had just fainted and it wasn't an emergency. He didn't trust handing her over to these people to look after her.
"Can I come with her?" he asked, stroking her cold cheek softly. The paramedic nodded and stood up, turning to Dr. Penrose.
"Is he a doctor or a patient?" she asked.
"Doctor, excellent doctor. He and Dr. MacLeod are close. I think he's just upset."
Jonathan stepped into the ambulance, still holding Alison. The more understanding paramedic there checked Alison over and gently convinced Jonathan to put her down. He did but was sat right by her side once they were monitoring her heart rate and blood pressure. He clutched Alison's weak little hands in his own.
"You scared me," he whispered, laying his head beside her.
And forwards...