Savior

Chapter 4: Reality Hits

TW: This chapter contains an infant death scene. Feel free to skip that part. 

Third party POV

"Hi, Mr. Smith, glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling?" asked a young nurse, as she breezed into the room. She had her short blonde hair tied back in a stubby ponytail. "My name is Melanie." She took the stethoscope from around her neck. "Do you mind if I check your vitals?"

"How the hell do you think I'm feeling? What kind of stupid question is that? And yes I do mind!" Henry snapped at her.

"Listen, Mr. Smith, I know you have gone through a horrible trauma today but I won't tolerate your attitude. I'm just trying to do my job. If you don't want me to check you over, I can get the doctor. He wants to talk to you anyway and see how you are coping."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Where is my wife and daughter?" Henry questioned angrily. "Fuck this! I'll find them myself." He plucked the finger pulse oximeter off his finger then he pulled the blood pressure cuff off his arm and finally he yanked the patch recorders off his chest. His abrupt removal caused the machines to protest loudly, sending warning beeps and a piercing tone into the small room.

"Please, Mr. Smith, calm down. If you don't settle down, I'm going to have to call security." Melanie practically yelled to be heard over the machines. "You're in no condition to be moving around so much. If you sit back down I will get the doctor right now. He knows where your wife and daughter are."

"Fine, but make it quick and don't worry about me. My wife knows how to take care of me, she used to be a nurse." Henry said as he plopped down on the bed with obvious annoyance laced in his voice.

Satisfied, Melanie left the room in search of Dr. Healy. He had tended to Henry when he was first admitted. Melanie checked the nurses station first and got lucky that Dr. Healy was there catching up on patients.

"Dr. Healy, thank goodness I found you." Melanie said. "Mr. Smith, Room 326, is requesting to see his wife and daughter. I haven't broken the news yet. What do you think, should I page Dr. Martin in case we need a psych consult?"

Dr. Healy took his glasses off his nose and rubbed his brow. He hated this. This was easily the worst part of his job. "Yes, definitely. Send him a page and email him Mr. Smith's file. He needs to know what he is walking into."

Melanie promptly sent the page and email off to Dr. Martin. She wanted to quickly return to Mr. Smith's room, fearful he would have another blow up. Within a few minutes, Dr. Martin had replied that he was on his way and his team was on standby.

With that taken care of Melanie and Dr. Healy made their way towards Henry's room. The door was closed and they couldn't hear any noises from within. All good signs, maybe he was finally settling down.

"Mr. Smith, thank you for waiting. This is Dr. Healy. He was the attending physician when you were brought in." Melanie said as she entered the room with a lanky middle aged man, who had his glasses perched on his nose. He was wearing brand new blue scrubs that were hastily put on. He washed his hands before approaching Henry.

"Sorry about the wait, Mr. Smith. It's been a crazy evening." Dr. Healy said as he pulled Henry's file up on his iPad.

 "How are you feeling?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? I just want Lindsay and Layla. Please get them so we can go home." Henry practically begged the doctor.

Dr. Healy and Melanie exchanged a somber look. They were both eager for Dr. Martin to arrive and offer his opinion.