The Mysterious Case of Jasper Drake (boyxboy)

The Mysterious Case of a Quiet Storm

Chapter 11

Grey had one of his many moments when he thought about what it would be like if he ruled the world.

His first order of business would be to paint every wall in the hospital a different color. The looming white seemed to surround him; as though it were consuming him with its nothingness.  Grey could feel the mild ache in his back, the slight hum of his muscles as he sat in the awkward position on the hard chair.

Grey had read somewhere that people spent a greater amount of time in waiting rooms then in the actual doctor’s office. Then why, pray tell, did the chairs only feel comfortable if you had a big enough butt to forgo padding on a football team? Grey felt that he would also put something more interesting on the ceiling besides the swirling white dots and that covered the tile.

He sighed, sitting up and pulling his sweatshirt around him. His mouth was thick from crying and his eyes burned with fierceness but he ignored all of it. He ran his fingers through his dishelmed hair for what felt like the fifteenth time. Spreading his legs, he propped his elbows on his knees and clutched his aching head in his hands. Tilting to the side he could see that most of the people that had been here when he arrived at the hospital had left. There was a woman in the corner of the room under the TV that was showing repeats of The Big Bang Theory, she appeared to be trying to bore a hole into a magazine with her stare and her legs were crossed together so tightly that it appeared as though she were trying to cut off the circulation to her nether regions. A frail mocha colored woman was sitting in the far corner on a the blue upholstered chair, her back was ram rod straight and her glasses slipped down her nose as she sent a text message. She was wearing a grey suit, and her white blond hair was piled on top of her head, for some reason Grey felt like he had seen her before, somewhere in the hazy parts of his memory.

“Mr. Murdock,” a voice said, addressing him. Grey shot to his feet to stand before the doctor in front of him. She was a short pale woman with graying red hair and a hard expression. “Are you the patient’s father?”

Damn, he must have looked worse than he thought.

“No, I’m her brother, how is she? Is she okay?” Grey asked, the barrage of questions coming out like a water fall.

“We just stabilized her. Skylark experienced a severe anxiety attack; almost on the scale of cardiac arrest,” the doctor explained. Grey felt the darkness closing around him; Sky was the only real thing he had close to a family.

“Is she-is she going to be okay?” he asked, he was never one for crying but he could now feel the remnants of tears start to form in his eyes.

“You’re lucky you called when you did. Your sister is a very strong little girl, you can go see her in a second, but first I need to ask you some questions.”

Grey nodded, if only so the chatter could cease and he could see how his sister was doing, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Now I spoke to the nurse and she informed me that before Skylark’s episode, her heart was beating at the normal pace. However, she informed me that when she came back to the room, Skylark was convulsing and her heart rate was escalating rapidly. Was there anything in the house that might have scared her, gave her shock?”