Normani Kordei Hansen.
I stare at the ceiling and bring my knees up to my chest. This is not how I wanted to spend my off day and night.
I spent the night in a fucking prison. I'm basically a criminal.
No other hospital will ever want to hire me. What if Dr. Hernandez fires me?
An officer approaching interrupts my thoughts. "Come make your call." He says, sternly.
I nod and he cuffs my legs before walking behind me to the type of payphone.
"May I see my phone please." I ask.
"Why?"
"I need to get a number from there." I say and he sighs but hands me my phone.
I open the contact list and go through all the options, but in this situation, the person with the most power, is Dinah.
I quickly memorize her number, ignoring all the messages from my co-workers and friends, and hand my phone to the officer before pressing on the metal buttons.
I put the phone to my ear and listen to the dialling noise. "Do you mind?" I ask the officer.
He scoffs and walks away to stand at a further distance.
I hear the phone being picked up and Dinah's voice. "Hello?"
"Hey." I bite the inside of my cheek. "It's Normani."
"Thank God." She breathes. "How are you?"
"Two minutes." The officer interrupts me.
"I'm fine." I roll my eyes at the man in blue's annoying voice. "Can you... can you come get me please?" I ask, before biting my lip. "I know that you're probably already home and everything and - "
"I'm actually out front." She interrupts me. "In the waiting area. They wouldn't let me in earlier."
"You're still here?" I ask, sighing in relief. "Thank God. Can you come see me?"
"Is that possible?" She asks.
"Hold on." I say into the phone.
I turn to the officer who has his arms folded over his chest. "Can I have a visitor?"
"Just one." He replies. "And they have to be related to you in some sort of way."
"My wife?" I ask, hopefully.
"You're married to a woman?" He asks.
"Listen, can she see me or not?" I ask and he nods quickly.
Homophobic motherfucker.
"You can. Just tell them who you are at the front desk. You still haven't signed the divorce papers." I smirk.
"Right. I'll be right over." She says and ends the call.
I put the phone back on the hook, get uncuffed and walk back to my holding cell that I share with some or other goth dude.
I mean, he looks goth with all the dark make up on his face.
My conclusion is that he's either goth or gay. I'll go with goth seeing as he's in prison.
I sit on the far side of the cell, ignoring his existence and wait for Dinah to arrive.
Ten minutes passes by and I start to get worried, but she eventually shows up in last night's clothes. "Normani." She breathes and stands in front of the cell.
