The Pointe of Love

4 - Kayden

"Ma'am I don't think you understand; I don't care if there are no spots available."

"Sorry sir, but this is not a walk in the hospital. You will have to make an appointment and then come in a couple of hours," the receptionist said to me, giving me a sad smile before turning to the next person in line.

"I swear to god," I grounded out through my teeth. Who does this woman think she is? "This woman right here is in desperate need of help, and you are just denying it? Give her medical help and tell me what the fuck is wrong with her right now." At this point, the whole hospital could probably hear me.

After Estella fainted in the middle of the studio, I scooped her up and sprinted to the nearest hospital a couple minutes away. However, this stubborn woman is getting me on my nerves. I know all that feminism spiel and everything, but I really want to just punch her in the face.

Currently, her face is a sickly white that definitely isn't healthy nor normal. Beads of sweat are trickling down her forehead, and quickly swipe my hand across her face to dry them up. Why am I even doing this? Why do I even care?

"It's so I have a partner for the performance," I mutter under my breath. "That's all, nothing else." The woman is still staring at me like I shouldn't be here. "Hey, what's taking so long?" I question the receptionist with an annoyed glance.

"Sir, I'm going to kindly ask you to leave-"

"Leave, my ass! Why are you not accepting her?"

"Sir, if you stay, I'm afraid I will have to call the cops." The nerve of this lady.

"I will ask you one more time," I say in a suddenly soft tone. I don't think of myself as an intimidating person usually, but the look on the woman's, Suzy's, according to her name tags, face is telling me the opposite. "Why. Are. You. Being. Such. An. Ass."

When Suzy didn't say anything back, I took out my wallet, slammed two hundred dollar bills on the counter, and made my way around her to the hall of doctor offices. The nurses and doctors in the hallway seemed startled by the sudden outburst, but didn't say anything as I quickly found my way into the closest room. On the door, there was a sign talking about inclusivity and how this hospital had one of the best customer service ratings in the state. Yeah right, and my favorite color is yellow. Who even likes that color? It's the color of pee. Stickers of rainbows and unicorns were stuck on the door, but I didn't give it a second glance before I barged my way into the room.

Inside, there was a nurse playing candy crush. Candy Crush. Ok, so these people apparently can't take care of patients, but they have the audacity to just lie around on their lazy butts playing phone games? I could even be a better doctor, and I don't even know what a stethoscope does. Isn't it like checking your blood or something?

"Lady, this girl needs a checkup. She just fainted fifteen minutes ago and isn't waking up," I almost bark out. My patience is running thin, and I'm very close to just punching the closest wall out of frustration.

Shock and confusion mars the nurse's face before she gives me a sharp, curt nod and signals me to put her on the patient bed.

Responding quickly, I swoop down and gently lay her on her back. By this point, all of the color drained from her face, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Again. Is she okay?

Before I'm able to do anything else, the nurse turns towards me and asks, "Sir, I'm going to take a look at her, but what is your relationship towards the patient? I have to record this in the report."

Lady, excuse me? How am I supposed to know my relationship with Estella? I mean, we used to be friends, but then the incident happened. November 16th, 2018. I'll never forget that day until the day I die. Everything I knew flipped itself upside down and sideways on that horrid day.