However....Wesley didn't see what was in their immediate future. Didn't realize the dangers that were coming their way and how strong he would have to be. Wesley saw the green light as he approached it at the intersection. He could see the steak house Robin wanted to go to for dinner, saw people walking on the sidewalks laughing and smiling. For a moment the world was right. Not thinking anything of it Wesley went through the green light, he had the right of way. The smile from Wesley's face vanished as a feeling of terror washed over him......as he heard Robin screaming out in fear. He felt the impact of the truck that didn't stop at the red light it had for whatever reason. Heard metal scraping against metal as his car was being pushed sideways, all the while hearing Robin's screams growing...screams of fear and pain grew …show more content…
He woke up on a hospital bed with a doctor and nurses looking him over. “Can you sit up Mr. Sharp?” A tall, white, haired doctor with blue eyes and glasses asked him, looking over Wesley's body. “What happened?” Wesley managed to croak out as a nurse gave him a cup of water that was on the hospital night stand beside the white hospital bed he was laying on. Wesley reached out for the glass and took a drink, sitting himself up at an angle so he wouldn't spill any of it on himself. “I need to know if you can sit all the way up.” The doctor ignored his question. “I want to know what the hell happened!” Wesley hollered at him, he wanted to know where his wife was, why she wasn't with him. “You need to calm down Mr. Sharp, I will explain everything after I know that you yourself are okay.” The doctor told him in a soothing voice. “Robin! Where's my wife!” Screamed out as he glared at him, looked at the nurses and glaring at them as well wondering why they weren't telling him
“His office is down the hall there you should be able to walk right in but he may have already gone home.” Replied the nurse.
The Doctor told him that "it
“He’s stable. He lost a lot of blood, which is why he lost consciousness. The bullet didn’t cause any major damage and was simple to take out. He’s going to be fine.” Dr. Blake informed. “He’s awake and you may go see him. He’s in room 14.”
He slowly dragged himself towards the cot, holding onto his stomach. He sniffled a bit while climbing up to lie down. The leaking pipe had dripped onto his pillow making it to wet for Isaac to sleep on. He kept his head away from the pillow, lying down while
The doctor reached out his hand towards the Captain, the men shook hands, “What can I do for you Captain?” Dr. McVee asked.
“Medics here, who needs help?” he questioned. It’s almost like Sasha never heard me tell him I was fine.
We trailed down the white hallway until we got to Dusty’s room. We went in and I saw Dusty lying in a hospital bed. He was happy to see us. “There’s my girls,” he said.
“What happened?” the doctor asked. In response, she motioned her hand back and forth. Nodding, the doctor gently examined the wound, careful to not induce additional pain.
Patient: You know what happened? I came here [name of the first ED he went to] one
I was sore everywhere. I could barely move. The doctor runs inside moving his fingers in front of my face. I follow them then blink a couple of times.
"I know I shouldn't pry into your personal business, but I've been your doctor since before you were born. I've seen as you've continued to blossom into a beautiful young lady. Through those years I think I know that you wouldn't be here unless that someone meant something to you, and with saying that.. where is he?"
I nod slowly, breathing deep. The pacing’s brought some sweat out—I’ll have to change this shirt—but it’s better than sitting in that chair. “Of course, doc. Send me some recommendations. Thank you for the… diagnosis. It’s very enlightening.”
“Before all of the questions, I need to know what happened to my parents.” The nurse looked uncomfortable.
The softly spoken question was so childlike in its innocence, the tears reflecting brightly in Booker’s dark eyes spilled freely down his cheeks, the tidal release of emotion forcing his sorrow into his throat. “I promise, baby,” he choked. “I
“ Let me check some things out and we will go from there.” Doctor Phil took my blood pressure, heart rate, checked my ears, eyes, and mouth. “ Your breathing definitely does not sound right.” he assured me. “We are gonna get you in so you can have an x-ray done on your lungs.” We all walked