What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

A bunch of threats

Pulling into the hospital's parking lot, Red immediately got out. As soon as he had parked, he helped Emory out of the car, holding him up with his arm around his waist. 

They walked into the building, and Red brought them to the front desk.

"How much will the wait be to get him checked out?" Red asked the receptionist.

She looked at the computer set before her, sighing audibly before typing something into it. "Looks like the next doctor will be available in 45-60 minutes." She responded in an annoyed tone. "Just fill out this documentation and return it to me when he's done." She slid over a paper to Red.

He scanned over the paper before looking back up to the receptionist. "He most likely has a concussion; I can't fill all this shit out for him when he can't remember anything." 

The receptionist sighed again before replying, "Fill out what you can and mark what you don't know." 

Red scoffed and grabbed the paper off of the desk. "Get me a doctor as soon as you can." 

"We'll get you one when we can, sir." 

Red walked over to an empty group of chairs in the corner of the waiting room. He sat Emory down in one of them before sitting next to him.

There were a few other people there, roughly ten different patients who had gotten there before him. 

The first part of the paperwork was just simple questions like name, DOB, age, gender, etc. The second part was information on the accident. Accident date/time, place, pain, condition on arrival, etc. 

Red was able to fill out most of the document but was unable to answer some of the questions. He hadn't gotten the full story of what had happened, so he wasn't able to fill that part out completely. 

He returned the paper to the receptionist and asked for a time check again, the wait still being roughly an hour. 

By the time Red had made it back over to where he was sitting, Emory was unconscious. 

"Shit, are you fucking kidding me?" He grumbled, tapping Emory on the arm. 

He didn't wake up, so Red just sat back down next to him. 

After a few minutes, Emory remaining knocked out, he stood up and walked to the receptionist once again. 

"All right, listen, bitch, if you don't get him a doctor right now, I'm going to fucking follow you home," Red threatened. Obviously, that was no way to get someone to comply, but Red felt slightly more violent than usual. 

The receptionist stared at him blankly for a few seconds before picking up the desk phone and dialing a number. 

The line rang for a few seconds before she started speaking. "A violent man is threatening to follow me home." She paused for a few seconds. "I told him that it would be an hour wait to see a doctor, and he's getting mad," Another pause. "that would be great, thank you." 

The receptionist hung up the phone and turned her attention back to Red. "That was the police." 

Red scoffed and looked around for a few seconds before opening his blazer and flashing his gun once again. He thought that it could solve all of his problems. It's been working, but threats can only get him so far. 

All of the colors left the receptionist's face as she opened and closed her mouth, no words coming out. 

"When the cops get here, you're gonna tell them that the guy left. Is that clear enough for you," He paused as he looked at her name tag. "Piper?"