Killer Heels and Prada

Chapter 12

  "Damn it Irv don't just stand there help him up!" Miranda said in an icy voice. Irv moved to help him but Roy had pulled up and rushed out of the car and helped James up off of Miranda. Then in turn he helped Miranda to her feet. Miranda looked at her blood stained clothing and saw that the press were having a field day. Miranda saw the ambulance and turned to James who was leaning against Roy. She quickly composed herself and asked "James are you alright, you've lost a lot of blood." James saw that her tone was detached and formal, and he felt his heart clinch slightly. "I'm fine, the bullet went right through my shoulder. I've had worse." he said. The paramedics rushed to his side and made him lie down on a gurney. One paramedic took Irv off and examined him while Miranda climbed into the first one with James. "Ms. Priestly are you hit?" one of the paramedics asked once she sat in the ambulance. "No, I'm fine, the blood is all his." she replied firmly. The ambulance began to move and the paramedics started to clean James up and take his vital signs. His breathing was shallow so they put an oxygen mask over him and continued their work.

They arrived at the hospital a few minutes later, and Miranda was made to out in the waiting room while the doctors looked him over thoroughly to determine if surgery was needed. "Emily, clear my schedule for the rest of the day, cancel all of my appointments and reschedule them accordingly. I want a change of clothes and Starbucks here within the next 10 minutes that's all." Miranda said and hung up her phone. She began pacing back and forth up in the waiting room. "He's going to be ok, he's going to be ok." she kept thinking to herself. Her phone rang and she answered it without even looking at the number. "Hello" "Miranda, I was just informed of what happened is 007 going to be alright?" M said. "they are examining him to find out is surgery is required as we speak" Miranda replied dryly. "Miranda, I'm so sorry about all of this, I fear whoever is behind this is realizing we are on to him and that's why he pulled this, I'm sure James has told you whoever is doing this is likely to become more desperate, and it looks like he is. Are you alright? And I don't want one of your snippy remarks I want an actual answer, I know you, Miranda." Miranda sighed. "M I'm fine, physically, it's quite disturbing when people keep shooting at you and try to blow you up." Miranda said quietly. "I know, hang in there, I will call later for a report on James." "Very well." Miranda hung up the phone and Emily came scurrying towards her.
Miranda took the coffee from Emily and took a sip. Just as Emily handed her a change of clothes a nurse came up to her. "Ms. Priestly, if you follow me you may change in an empty examining room. "Acceptable." Miranda said to the woman and Emily and the nurse both were shocked as Miranda flashed her the briefest of genuine smiles. Miranda followed the nurse to the examining room and closed the door. She opened the bag and found Emily had brought her a pair of black Dior slacks as well as a matching off the shoulder long sleeve, sapphire colored shirt. She changed quickly and headed back out to the waiting room where Emily stood and handed her, her blood covered clothing. "take these to my dry cleaners, then you are to go back to RUNWAY. That's all." she said "Yes Miranda" Then Emily turned on her heel and scurried away.

Miranda started to pace up and down again when she saw the doctor coming towards her. "Ms. Priestly, I'm Dr. Randall." "Hello Dr." Miranda said. "How is James?" "James is a very lucky man, the bullet went right through his shoulder, and that's why there was so much blood. He will be just fine, in fact I'm rather impressed by the progress he has already made, we game him a unit of blood, and he should be fine to leave the hospital in 24 to 48 hours, his arm will be in a sling, but everything should be completely healed within about 5 to 6 weeks." Dr. Randall said. "May I see him?" Miranda asked. "yes, he has been moved to a room on the second floor, I will take you there now if you wish." "Yes." Miranda said and nodded her head. The doctor turned on his heel and walked towards the elevators. He pushed the up button and Miranda suppressed her dislike of riding in elevators with other people and stepped in with him. A couple of minutes later Miranda was lead into room 210. Miranda's eyes landed on James's sleeping form. She saw the bandages on his shoulder and the sling that his arm was in and fought back tears. "A nurse will be in every hour to check his vital signs for the first 8 hours or so. I will leave you two alone now, when he wakes up he will still be very groggy and probably fall asleep again within a few minutes for the next couple of hours." Dr. Randall said and Miranda nodded her head, then he turned and left the room. Miranda pulled a chair up beside his hospital bed and sat down and took his hand. She was only sitting there a few minutes before James stirred and opened his eyes. "Hey gorgeous." he said in a hoarse whisper and with that Miranda let a few tears run down her cheek. "Hey, don't cry I've had so much worse than this believe me." "It's my fault you're here." Miranda said. "Miranda, it's my job to protect you, I would do it even if it wasn't my job. Now why are you in that chair? I will feel much better with you up here with me." he said groggily. Miranda could tell he was already ready to fall back asleep so she slipped of her shoes and climbed into the bed beside him on his uninjured side. "There, I feel better already." Miranda couldn't help but smile and she leaned up and gently kissed his lips, and just like that he was asleep again.