Remembering Grey

~ Grey ~

Dedicated to rmills75 because Grey's Tribute is quickly becoming on of my favorite Wattpad books and because she loves everything Grey lol

That cold feeling didn't leave until just before they pulled the ambulance doors open. By the way the nurse looked at me she was thinking one of two things, what I was doing with this old white man or why the hell my nose was so red, either way she should've been focusing on David and not me anyways. The nurses shout things about an arrival and trauma and critical condition as they pull the now unconscious old man from the vehicle. Given that the dark haired EMT, whose name I learned was Derrick, barely asked me any questions during the entire ride I wasn't surprised when they told me I couldn't follow them. They directed me toward the lobby full of bustling people with varying injuries and stories. Although I don't know David I feel the need to make sure he's doing okay so I sit on the far side of the lobby next to the door that leads to the back area laying my head against the wall I wait for my chance. Five minutes later a male nurse pushes through the door distracted by his phone I take my chance and slide through the door he's opened much too wide. The air back here is different than the air in the lobby there's a metallic undertone and the source is everywhere. There are nurses and doctors running around in every direction calling out codes and passing documents. The setup is something straight out of Grey's Anatomy with the rooms made from curtains instead of walls but that isn't where the smell is coming from. The makeshift room to my far right has blood soaked clothes covering the floor some are so soaked the blood is leaking from them and onto the floor. Maybe this is the trauma they were talking about. You'd think I'd stay planted there or even run the other way but something is pulling me toward the space like I need to see it. I barely move before the familiar beeping starts and I hurriedly run to the other end of the hall, blood I'm fine with a dead body not so much. I watch nurses scramble for the crash cart, yelling and tripping over themselves.

"Hello."

Crap! Of course running down the hall like a maniac would draw attention. Slowly turning around I'm with a man about my age with light brown eyes, brown hair and a huge amount of tattoos. There is a pair of sunglasses pushed up onto his head and he's dressed in a black shirt and khaki skinny jeans.

"Hi?"

"I saw you run figured I'd come and see if you were okay, did you know him?"

"No, um no, no I didn't."

"I'm," he looks behind him then back at me, "I'm Grey Brown."

Grey Brown? Well alright.

"Cypress Adner but everyone calls me Cy."

"Well, Cy, who are you here for?"

"A man named David Heenkley, I just met him tonight but I feel like I should make sure he's okay, you know?"

"Naw, I've never been the nicest being." He shrugs, eyes flicking to me.

"Oh."

"Is it weird that I kind of want to be nice to you?"

"A little bit but I'm happy that I can help at cracking that tough exterior of yours." And, because I'm as goofy as I am, I raise my hand pretending to be using a hammer. In the distance I hear the doctor tell the nurses to call the time of death and my heart breaks, someone just lost a loved one.

"Let's go find old man David, yeah?" For someone who says he usually isn't nice he sure is good at it. Nodding my head we start making a way down the corridor, I think I see a familiar face but just as fast as it's there it's gone.

"Who named you Cypress?" Grey asks moving a curtain to see inside a makeshift room. There's a young man lying in the bed with IV's in his arms and a tube in his nose but for some reason it looks as if he's smirking like a devilish smirk, I shake my head and answer Grey's question.

"My dad, the first time he saw my mother she was standing beside a cypress tree."

"Really?" he asks amused.

"Yeah, he said it was love at first sight."

"Wow."

"You're name is more interesting than mine, who named you?"

"Seriously, I thought that was normal here but my granddad named me."

"Any reason behind it?"

"Naw, well at least they never told me one." He smiles scratching his head. As we reach the end of the there's another one to our right, I spot David right away. He's awake now but he still looks so frail with an IV bag hanging next to the chair they have him sitting in. What the hell? Stopping a passing nurse I voice my concern.

"Why is he in a chair?"

"What?" he questions angrily.

"Why is that man, right there, in a chair instead of a bed?"

"I don't understand why you're asking me that." He blinks crossing his arms.

"I came here in an ambulance with him, the EMT said he was having a heart attack."

"Well the EMT was wrong, he was just dehydrated with minor chest pains."

"Minor? That man was crying out in agony, gripping his chest and sweating like crazy." I'm trying to stay calm, to keep my composure like I always do but he's really pissing me off, the man was unconscious for godsake. He could barely speak, he was shaking and stumbling and the pain in his eyes that wasn't minor!

"Well someone needs to give him an Oscar already." The nurse rolls his eyes and storms off. Huffing I make my way down the hall to David silently asking myself if I'm overstepping my boundaries.

"David?"

"Cypress Adner." He sighs happily almost relieved.

"How are you feeling?" I bend down next to the frail man. I take note of his clear eyes, non-shaking body, unwavering posture, no, it's impossible he didn't fake it. I look up at Grey who's staring at the old man intently.

"My guardian angel."

"I wouldn't say that."

"You were the only one in that place that called the ambulance for me." he grins cupping his hand around one f mine.

"What place?" I look at Grey again but his gaze is still fixed on David.

"The restaurant."

"There was no restaurant David."

"Yeah there was, you don't remember?"

"Do you remember?" I question him but he doesn't answer within seconds he's asleep. His head falls back against the wall softly and his droopy t-shirt falls further down his chest revealing a purple mark. Although I can only see the top it looks like a bruise. Making sure he's asleep I pull the shirt down further, completely unprepared for what's there. These aren't bruises, they're burns, little oval burns. There are lines running through them, ovals in ovals like a... like a fingerprint. Holy shit, these are fingerprints seared into his skin. How does that happen?

"What is that?"

"It's f-"

"Who are you?" the nurse that eyed me earlier is at my side looking down at me as if she's disgusted, what is up with the nurses at this hospital?

"I-"

"I need you to leave." She steps closer moving her hands in a shooing motion.

"What?"

"Get up and get out, you're not supposed to be back here, hurry before I call security."

"Okay lady, I'm leaving." Turning on my heal I leave the hallway followed by Grey.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Grey Brown but I must get home." I tell him once we're outside.

"It was nice meeting you too Cypress Adner, maybe we'll see each other again."

"Maybe."

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