golden wings melt like blue slushies // JJ Maybank

-History will call them close friends-

"How long?"

Angelica looked down at her clipboard before she set it down on the bedside table and began wiping the patient's wrist clean. "Thirty-eight hours before they reduce it."

The doctors around her bustled, dismissively waving her off as she did the job she was instructed to, which was prepare an unconscious Sheriff Susan Peterkin for a medically induced coma, which should slow her heart down long enough for a large amount of blood transfusions.

And give her body time to repair itself and accept the hundreds of stitches after seven hours of surgery.

After Angelica wiped the cloth over the patients arm and helped slide the needle that was attached to the IV bag of clear deadly fluids, she washed her hand in the small sink to the side and left the hospital room. She was about to go to the locker room, eager to grab her phone and figure out what exactly was happening.

That was how it worked in a busy hospital sometimes, you had to wait until your break to figure out how and why a patient was even there. She was pulling her red braids back into her hair tie when a few more cops in uniform marched over.

Angelica flattened the front of her scrubs, "I'm sorry, no visitors."

"Okay, just... is she okay?" The man asked. He had a horrid looking moustache, and his gun was still in his belt. He was supposed to have left it at security before he got through the waiting room.

"She's about to go under," Angelica explained politely, her eyes straying to the vending machine behind the cop. "We're putting her in a medically induced coma right now."

The cop looked ready to stomp his foot when he weaved around her, and she stepped in front of him smoothly. No visitors. He fumed, but looked away and to his loaded belt, where a walkie talkie crackled.

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"Shit," the man mumbled, and spun around. He jogged down the packed hall, dodging someone in a wheelchair and bumping into the vending machine. He knocked a purple hubba bubba packet from its spot. Angelica watched him go with a frown.

She bent, and took the bubble-gum from the metal dish, then turned, and walked to the locker room.

                                                                                             10.47pm

                                                                                                                                                                    Yo what the fuck                                          

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