When In Serador

Chapter 2

I open my eyes to see green ones frantically looking into my own. "Cora? Cora are you okay?" she asks and I nod before looking behind her and seeing a teary Italian. "B-bella? Are you sure you're-a okay? When that-a man pushed you-a you landed on your arm and there was a snap and-a mio Dio! You're-a bleeding!" he says and rushes over to me he gingerly picks up my arm and I wince at the sight of a shard of ceramic lodged into my arm. "Mother-fucker. Why me?" Is all I say and Liza says, "Vell at least we now know vhat he used on his wrist," she says and I look at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" I ask and instead of answering me she points to my desk and I get up -careful might I add, very carefully because damn my arm is screaming in pain- to look at my desk. I groan at the shattered mug and say, "Aww man! That was my favorite coffee mug!" Liza rolls her eyes and says, "Vhatever, you need to get to the hospital. Feli you have an appointment in a half hour so go get ready," he nods and dashes off.

Then Liza makes me face her. "Listen very closely Cora. Zhey took Gilbert to Sibley Memorial Hospital. You go zhere too so you can have your wrist looked at and your arm taken care of. Valk,I don't vant you driving with your arm zhat injured. Vhen you're all fixed up go look for Gilbert," she says then she gets really serious, "Cora, you are all he has now. You have to be more zhan just his teacher. You have to be his friend and confident. His mental state is even more brittle zhan I zhought so you may even have to mother him- whether he likes it or not." "Wait, you knew he was going to be like this yet you didn't think to warn me?!" I say upset. I could never be mad at Liza but that doesn't mean she can't hurt me. "Like I said, his mental state is even worse zhan I zhought. Now go, you're losing blood. We can fight later." She says then leaves for her office. I grab my bag and gently cradle my left arm and head for the door.

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I'm about two blocks from the hospital when I see something that breaks my heart. Two little girls are huddled together in an alleyway, with hardly any clothing. If I had a coat I'd give it to them, and I'd give them money but what would they do with it? People around here would assume they stole it and take it without giving them anything in return. Maybe if I see them another time I'll take them shopping myself. Or I could even adopt them. Ha! What am I kidding? I'm Washington D.C! The vice president of the most popular and prestigious whorehouse in the world. I'm just a whore, I couldn't even offer them a motherly figure. Shelter, yes. Food and water, yes. Love? No. No one these days even remembers what love or compassion is. Maybe, just maybe there's something I can do to make my home a better place. That would be considered a weakness though in a world where there's nothing but power anymore.

I sigh and shift my thoughts as I walk into the hospital. A nurse sees me and instantly rushes over. "Oh my! Come, come, dear we'll get you fixed up right away!" She says smiling. I smile back and follow her but ask, "Alright but whatever happened to signing in?" "Oh please! We know who you are Miss Coralyn Jones," she says leading me into a room. "Have a seat so I can take care of that awful stab wound!" "Oh it's not a sta-" before I finish she holds up a finger. "Let me turn on the recording device then you can state what happened for the records," she says while gathering gauze, tweezers, and other discussing medical equipment. Once she has it all out she flips on a switch on a small black box and nods to me.

"Well I was walking into my office to receive a new student and when I opened the door I found him lying on the floor surrounded by blood in an attempted-suicide. I found him to be still alive and did what I could for him. My friend called 911 and when the paramedics showed up one shoved me out of the way and I fell onto my wrist then shoulder into a piece of my broken," she starts to pull out the ceramic shard and I squeak in pain. "Sorry dear, please continue," she says and I take a deep breath and nod. "I've never had a high pain tolerance so I blacked out and- ARGGG!" "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! It's just the antiseptic, I should've warned you. I'm sorry," she frets and I say, "It's fine," then continue my story, "I woke up a couple minutes later and heard my student was brought here so I came here as well." I stopped just as she was finishing up on my arm and then she switched up the device before studying my wrist. I let out a whine as she turns it over. "Sorry dear. Come on, let's get you to the X-ray rooms so we can take care of this.

I follow the nurse to an entirely different portion of the hospital and we get my wrist taken care of. Turns out I fractured the main bone so now I get to wear a cast for... for.... yeah I really wasn't paying attention all. By this point my thoughts were filled by the man that was my reason for coming here. Once the nurse is done with my cast I ask, "Where can I find the man that tried to commit suicide?" "Oh, um you can try to ask the front desk, I'll take you back down there now." With that I follow her once again.

At least I'm getting my exercise tonight.

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Okay, okay I'm doing horrible with the accents so I'm thing about dropping them all together. Sorry about that. >///< Anyways! How am I doing?

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