Ch 7) Counter Lady

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Xander swerved right and saw the sign. " Boulvardi Hospital - #1 In The USA for Saved Lives." That took a lot of weight off Xander's shoulders. Then again lots of commercials/infomercials say things similar to that as well, but most their products still suck booty. He put that weight back on. I cri evry tiem. He turned into the lot for Boulvardi Hospital and parked. Nearly blowing his car door off, he; jumped out, slammed the door shut, got his key out of his pocket and locked up his car, then ran like the devil was chasing him. He busted the hospital doors open and rushed to the counter.

" Hello, now, young man, are you a visitor or are you a patient. Because if you are a patient and you have an appointment, then you are going to have to sign in-" The counter lady talked too slow for Xander. He decided to cut her off there.

"Ma'am, I am sorry but I am going to have to stop you, I am a visitor-"

" Oh my, now isn't  that just wonderful, now, darlin... who are you going to see?" She returned the favor, cutting him off as well.

" Sorry, I am just, I'm just a bit stressed right now, I-I don't mean to be rude..." Xander said, in an apologetic tone. He had now stooped down to the counter lady's speed of talking. She could see why he was annoyed now. " My girlfriend was hit by a car yesterday and an ambulance came to pick her up, I was told that she was brought here? Her name is Regan Lillard." He said. He was rushing so he could speed up their conversation a bit. Plus he was scared out of his mind. " Please, i-if you could tell me what room see is in I-I-I could-" She cut him off. Again.

Hearing that the "young man" wanted to see the car accident victim, the counter lady froze. " I am sorry sir, but you are going to have to wait a bit. I can't send you to see her now." She was genuinely sorry for him, and didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. But Xander already couldn't see straight. He tried to be nice to her, but this? This, this was... just get your popcorn already.

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