Short Story On Riley

Riley would question everyone about their motives for doing anything. The first to be interviewed was Dennis Koor. He explained that he was at his restaurant that whole night. The only people who left were Victoria Pepper and Samuel Ridges, another worker at Dennis’ restaurant. Dennis informed Riley that Samuel had left work in an angered mood. His motive was jealousy, and strives to do better to get more money than other restaurants. This concluded any further questioning towards to Dennis. The next to be interviewed was Ariana Lovette. She explained she had been at home, preparing to go to sleep. Her motive was love, which is why she choose to become a librarian. She loved to read books, anywhere and anytime. When asked if she had known who Jeffrey was, she gave no response. Her breathing got heavy and Riley realized this. She concluded the interview for the sake of Ariana. The last to be interviewed was Victoria Pepper. She explained she had gone home after work to study for test she had the next day. Jeffrey had went to Victoria’s school before to give a presentation about marketing. Her motive behind doing anything was he family. Everything she has done or will do is all for her family. Riley smiled slightly and concluded the interview. Riley began to push for fingerprint, blood, and hair

“Hello,” He says in a voice in a voice that is both deep and as sweet as honey.

"I . . . love you, too." The difficulty of saying those words overwhelmed me. I had always seen myself as someone with solid, untouchable emotions. At that moment, though, I was in a fragile, quivering state; and I could not believe I had conjured such a false image of myself.

She cascades the words to show feeling, compassion and how much she wanted her to speak up, using words to make a meaning.

Riley get’s a guide to show her the way to the place where her job is located, and makes fun of him and how dorky he looks. “The one with the greasy, slicked-back hair and black nerd frames perched high on his nose, the glass of which was so thick and heavy it obscured

Riley entered the world on April 23rd, 1999. Her mother, Jamie, has been by her side her entire life. She has been a crucial part in Riley's childhood. But as nurse, Jamie, had countless hours in her occupation as a nurse, and being a single mother, Riley had a lot of time to herself growing up. That time was mostly spent with her childhood best friend, Wyatt. Wyatt is Riley’s older brother. Even though he is four years older than her, they still could never be separated. Wyatt always guided her, and was truly

“It’s not like I even like it here” I mumble under my breath answering her previous question.

I furrow my brow. “How would you know?” She liberates one of my hands to allow me to hold it palm up.” Wait, don't tell me, I'd rather not know.”

“So, is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked, my voice wavering slightly, still being in the recovery process.

“Hey Joe! Where ya at?” I asked, knowing full well he was in the garage. I followed the freshly shoveled walk to the door and caught a hint of cigarette smoke as I reached for the knob. Upon entry, my lungs were seized as a thick, smoky fog replaced precious oxygen. Somewhere from within the haze a gravelly voice emanated, “About time you showed up Ben. I was beginning to think I had Thelma shoveling for nothing,” he said chuckling to himself. As I looked around, an all-encompassing museum of Joe Riley thrust itself upon my senses. I winced listening to the engine roar of stockcars strain the antiquated television’s single speaker. Below the television resided a sporadically out-of-tune radio whose incessant fuzz competed with the race commentary. Whereas I was lost in an atmosphere of verbal conflict and rhythmic confusion, Joe was quite comfortable deciphering the medley of noise. I turned my attention to the immediate surroundings.

She is determined to postpone that as much as possible. Without word, she walked back upstairs,

“We’re holding up,” the woman said, running her hand through her daughter’s hair. The little girl was huddled beside her mother with her head resting on her shoulder. Seeing them reunited was a heartwarming

“Well, I did. And I’ve always wanted to learn things from you. I just never.... never knew how to ask.”

But not once did she questioned about her new "bodyguards", and it would seem that Riley doesn't question about lot of things too. I had the same issue

Length of stay in the Emergency Department (ED) is one important aspect of healthcare that can affect patient satisfaction as well as the number of patients that can be seen by a physician in a day. Length of stay (LOS) is measured as the time a person spends at the ED between arrival and departure (1). A longer LOS will not only affect patient satisfaction negatively by creating unnecessary frustrations, but can also cause ED overcrowding, leading to poor patient care (2).