Chapter 15
No Shock There
Sorry for not updating quicker. I was on holiday and teachers think its OK to pile loads of homework on me in the first two weeks back. Enough of that, carry on :/ :D
Zoe walked down the deserted hospital corridor. Her heels clicking against the surface below. She turned the corner and came to a halt outside her destination. She looked through the glass and watched the two people inside. They were laughing. She hated the thought of having to wipe that smile off their faces. She whipped her head down, took a deep breath, and swiftly opened the door. Both laughing figures brought their heads round to look at her.
She stood there awkwardly. Not knowing how to start.
"Hey Doctor Hanna. What brings you here?" Joey broke the silence. He still had a smile on his face.
"Um, well, I need to talk to you two," Zoe said.
"Did you find Tom?" Sam asked, jumping from her seat.
"Charlie found him. He was coming out of the pub"
"But he's OK, right? I don't really care where he was found, just that he's alright," Sam worried.
"Charlie took him back to your flat. He called me and I went over there too. Tom was drunk. Very drunk. I've just came from there and Charlie is still with him. It depends on your description of OK if he is or not"
Joey sat there for a few seconds. He wasn't able to think straight; neither could his brother probably. He needed to get out. He felt everything closing in around him. Without much thought, he was ripping off all the wires attached to his body.
Sam and Zoe tried to fight his hands away, with no success. Joey pushed himself out of their grip. He jumped out of the bed and ran. The quiet corridor was now filled with his heaving breathing and desperation.
He ran down the long corridor. Why do these corridors have to be so bloody long? He thought to himself. He got to the stairs - lifts take too long. He went down jumping; missing most of the steps.
He grabbed the door handle, yanked it downward and open it and stepped inside the ED staff room. Luckily for him, it was empty.
He leaped over to the row of lockers. First, his fingers fumbled around on the work surface. He found what he was looking for: two paper clips. He unfolded both. Then bent one, about half way, to a ninety degree angle, then curved it back - so there was a double line. With the other, he did the same first step and, with the one side, he made it 'wavy'. He poked the second paper clip into the lock, twisted it back and forth, then placed the other on top. He turned both and the locker popped open.
He pulled his hospital gown off over his head, wincing at the pain it caused from pulling on any of the stitches over his body. If someone was to walk in now, they'd find it a bit strange: a boy standing in a work place in his boxers. He threw around the contents inside the locker, until he found some sweatpants. He had no idea why his brother had this stuff in his locker. Luck, he guessed.
He pulled the trousers on and slammed the locker shut. Damn he was angry, but good thing these fit well enough, he thought as he looked downward. He skimmed his head around the room; looking for a top. He saw a staff jumper slung over the sofa. He grabbed it with one hand, turned on his heels, and ran, once again, out through the door.
He ran across reception; getting angry shouts from whoever was there. He didn't care. He needed to get out. Out and high.
With no second thoughts, he ran back inside and to the stairs. Doing the same as he did when he came down. But this time he was jumping up the stairs. Again, missing most of the steps.
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