I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XLI.

"Shannon, it's not your fault," several times did Stevie mention. "Please, relax," she urged, "I don't want you to stress yourself out."

"Mom, where's dad? Where is he?" she asked, looking up at her.

"He's in radiology, upstairs..." she sighed. "The doctor's doing some testing, he woke up a couple hours ago."

"Is he okay?" she wondered. 

"He's got a concussion, so his head hurts but we're waiting on some other test results," she explained lightly, trying not to give the fact that she was on edge herself.

She kind of nodded, trying to keep to herself after exploding just moments ago, but she had so many more questions.

"Who else is here?" she then wondered.

Just then, the door opened and both the doctor, yet another nurse and Lindsey came in once more.

Shannon was practically glued to her mother as she made eye contact with Lindsey, unsure of why he would be there when they were in such turmoil.

"Good afternoon, Miss Walker," the doctor grinned, "I'm happy to see that you're awake. How are you feeling?" he wondered. 

"Not so great," she tossed her head back into her pillow. "I'm sore, my head is pounding from sleeping too much, my arm hurts..." she sighed. "I hate hospitals, when can I leave?" she wondered.

The nurse took brief notes of her minor ailments.

The doctor couldn't help but chuckle. 

Lindsey crossed his arms, smirking to himself as he stayed in the corner. 

Knowing her daughter very well, Stevie just swiped her hair to keep her calm.

"I just have to ask you a few questions... What is your full name?"

She sighed, "Shannon Elizabeth Walker," she claimed.

"Date of birth?"

"May thirty-first, nineteen-seventy-two."

"Great... Do you know the year and date?" 

"August, nineteen-ninety-four... What day is it?"

"Sunday," Stevie whispered.

"It's the twenty-sixth then," she sighed.

"And do you know--"

"Alright, I'm starting to get anxious and pissy... Enough questions. I know who I am, where I am and the people around me," she stated. "Where's my dad? Can I see him? And when can we leave?" she wondered. 

The doctor cleared his throat.

"Be calm, Shannon," Stevie asked, lifting her brow at him. "The easier you cooperate, the sooner you can leave."

She huffed.

"Well, I have good news and bad news."

"Great... What's the bad news?" she allowed her head to fall back into her pillow once more.

"Normally people want to hear the good news first," he smirked.

"I am so far beyond normal..." she replied.

"Right, well, the bad news is, I can't give you anything for pain due to the toxins in your body..."

She rolled her eyes, "Let me guess, from the bit of coke you found in my system?" she wondered.

"The decent amount we found, and because of the mix of your normal nightly sedatives. I have you on an I.V. for that reason, I want to flush out your system. But if the pain in your shoulder, that's dislocated becomes unbearable, over the counter meds, like ibuprofen or Tylenol will be just fine..."