In The End

6

      Jon tried desperately to get up to no avail. He kept moving his head to look at the door and unraveling the bandages on his head.
      On top of hating hospitals and feeling so vulnerable, the two doctors and two nurses wouldn't say anything about Erika. He didnt like nor appreciate their silence. 
      "Please Mr. Baker, try to keep still" one nurse said. Once again she tried tying the bandages back. He pushed her hands away and dodged his head. "Hey, I'm fine alright! Lasky, where is she? Is she ok?" They didn't answer him. "Tell me!" He yelled.
      "We don't know Mr. Baker-" "Why not? You should be helping her! Get away!" Jon managed to get one foot on the floor before he was pinned back down by security.
      Maybe he was acting foolish. And sure, it was embarrassing to have another officer keep him down, but he needed to get to Erika. He just needed to see her. He needed to know what was happening.
      "Mr. Baker, we have doctors working to help Ms. Lasky right now. Just keep still" The doctor said. They all sounded like a bunch of robots to Jon. Repeating the same thing as if that was all they were programed to do. Baker winced as the firm bandages tightened around his head.
      The nurse finally finished. "I'm going to let go now" the security officer said making Jon roll his eyes. He sat up slowly and stared at the doctor with angered, piercing, eyes. "... tell me."
      Dr. Bonclaire shook his head. "I've been in here just as long as you and they havn't brought any news to me. If I had it, I'd tell you... but I don't." "We're on your side" a younger Doctor, Wilson, added, "We want all of our patients to get well. That's our goal."
      Bonclaire nodded approvingly to the younger man's statement leading Jon to believe he was a student. He sighed letting his tears come back to his tired eyes. "Can I at least see her?" He asked with a broken voice.
      The doctor sighed as well and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know that either. I do know that you must care about Ms. Lasky very much. Your sergeant said that normally you're quite calm." Jon nodded and looked away.
      "Now," Dr. Bonclaire continued, "we would like you to stay overnight for observation. And before you protest, your sergeant also said that it wasn't a suggestion." 
      Jonathan's eyes grew pale. "Stay?" "That's right. Just a night. I know that it isn't the Buckingham Palace, but it's a nice place all the same." The doctor joked earning a glare from the young officer.
      Wilson took a step forward. "Listen Mr. Bak-" "No you listen, alright!" Jon growled feeling his anger and fear boil back up, "Erika means everything to me! I love her. Now, I don't know if you've ever witnessed someone you love get shot, have an 800 pound motorcycle land on top of them,  and then have that same motor explode on 'em, but that's what I've just seen. Sure, if you want to stand there and ask why I'm not calm anymore, be my guest. But, I mean, don't tell me you don't know about a lady who's critically injured"
      "We're doing everything we can. But right now, let's get you into a room." Jon nearly spit. They had just ignored everything he just said and replaced it with their robotic emotions.
      Then, Jon suddenly got an idea. "Fine..." he said slowly and pretended that he had reached defeat. He allowed them to wheel him to his room. Whatever it takes.