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A/N: Hi guys, so I've been living in Georgia for about a month and a half now. So I've been trying to write what it really feels/looks like, and I hope I did a good job representing that in this fic!
Enjoy!
I was sitting at the nurse's station when Mia walked over to me. "I have a mission for you." She said leaning against the counter.
"A mission?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
Mia puffed and gave me a sad smile. "Old Mr. Treadway fell and broke his ankle."
"Owch." I flinched empathetically. I loved Mr. Treadway, he'd been stricken with arthritis and was a frequent visitor. He always brought cookies or candies with him to share with the staff. "What room's he in?" I asked.
Mia shook her head. "No honey, he ain't here. He can't walk. He's still at the house."
"Shit, did he call the hospital?" I asked.
"He's in the countryside, you know it'll take the ambulance a good hour or two just to find the place."
I let out a frustrated grumble. Living in Georgia can be damn inconvenient sometimes. "Is Doctor Peterson going to get him?"
"Doctor Peterson has patients lined up all day today, we're over booked."
I let out a shaky sigh, poor Mr. Treadway. "What do we do?" I asked.
"I was thinking you could go- and take the kid with you." Mia explained.
I gave her a worried look. "Does he know how to set an anchel?"
"No, but you do." She smiled and walked away.
"Yea, but, I'm not a Doc- argg." I called after her. Sighing, I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and set off to find Leonard.
I found him in the hall, staring at a whiteboard, his eyes glazed over and the back of his thumb was pressed against his bottom lip.
"Hey." I said walking up to him breaking his train of thought. He turned to me looking a bit surprised, and very tired.
"It's not closing time yet, is it?" He asked turning back to the board: it was our work schedules. Why was he looking at it like he was trying to figure out some grand answer to life?
"Nah." I answered him. "I need your help."
He turned back to me and raised an eyebrow, implying that he was listening. "You know Mr. Treadway?" Leonard's face darkened slightly at the name, his eyebrows arched down as he nodded. "Well, apparently he fell pretty bad, and he can't get himself here."
He looked at me like I was stupid. "So call an ambulance." He said with a shrug, his fingers lifting from the side of his crossed arms.
"Leo, he lives out by the river." I sad. "He's got that big farm."
Leonard grumbled now realized what I was asking of him. "You're not suggesting we make a house call are you?
"Ya' gotta go with me." I said shaking my head.
"And Mr. Peterson is-?"
"Booked solid all day." I finished his question.
He sighed loudly "Alright." He grumbled uncrossing his arms. "You got the med-pack?" He asked.
"I've got one in the car." I told him as we walked down the hall side by side. We stopped by Mr. Peterson's office who thanked us for going and urged us to come back as soon as possible.
~o0o~
The longer we were in the car the angrier McCoy seemed to get. As was drove on the buildings became farther and farther apart. Leaving downtown Marietta, for the green countryside. Leonard's sighs and grumbles were coming like contractions, the closer we got to the house, the louder they were and closer together they got. This had to stop, it was making my stomach hurt.
"Okay. I'm sorry." I said after a grumbled 'damnit' "I know you're anti-social. But what's really going on? Mr. Treadway's really nice."
"No." McCoy stopped me. "It's not him."
"Then what is it? Do you just not want to go on a house call?"
"No." McCoy sighed. "It's his son." Leonard rubbed his forehead. How did this man have such good skin? He was always touching his damn face!
"Who?" I asked.
"His son, Clay Treadway." He explained with grunt. "He's an asshole." he scoffed.
I let out a snort. "Why? What happened?"
"I punched him in the face." He said, not looking at me.
"Uhum." I laughed, "Do I really need to point out that you're the asshole in this scenario?"
"It was high school! He was dancing with Joyce. They were betrothed as kids or something, so he thought that meant he owned her. She went to talk to me and next thing I know he's trying to fight me!"
"Betrothed?" My eyebrows shot up. "People still do that?"
"Apparently." He shrugged.
"Well it was high school, and Clay's clearly not at the house, or else he would have driven his dad to the hospital." This seemed to clear Leonard's conscious a little.
"We're here." I said pulling into a dirt road surrounded by trees. A small yellow house sat in the distance of the road off to the left. To the right was an open field full of cattle, horses and goats. A red barn stood in the center. I parked the car and grabbed the pack, we hurriedly made our way up to the house, only to see Mr. Treadway walking down his front porch, his leg perfectly fine. McCoy and I both shared a confused look.
"Oh thank heavens you're here!" He said.
"Mr. Treadway? Are you alright?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, yes I'm fine." He waved me off. "It's Dixie who needs help."
"Dixie?" Leonard asked.
Treadway pointed out to the field where a brown and white spotted house was laying on it's side, breathing heavily, clearly injured.
A Horse.
We got called down here.
Because of a fucking horse.
I pursed my lips trying to figure out if I was angry or amused.
"Ya didn't call the vet?" Leonard asked crossing his arms.
"I did but they said they were too busy, so I thought maybe the folks down at Doctor Peterson's could help if I told ya it was me that was hurt instead." His eyes looked to me pleadingly and slightly embarrassed. It made my heart melt a little. "The vet said they wouldn't be out here till Tuesday. I couldn't wait, she could be dead by then."
I looked to McCoy who looked frustrated, but wasn't walking away, I gave him a timid shrug. "I mean we've got the stuff." I lifted the med pack slightly.
McCoy rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms with a sigh. Mr. Treadway smiled as he read Leonard's body language knowing he had won.
If you know who Clay is, you get a cookie. Review!