Bridging The Gap; The Final Records In Unova: An Autobiography

She's The Crowd

Firefighters, police officers, nurses, and doctors ran in and out of the hospital urgently, often times bumping into one another. Many times, them running into each other would cause an angry yell or a shove to get either in or out of the building. Several people, some screaming and bleeding, were being wheeled in on stretchers by doctors and police, while other people were running in, stopping at the front desk to seek assistance of some kind from the exhausted looking receptionist.

The lobby was packed with worried faces and injured people. One man was holding his leg, the entire leg of his blue jeans a deep, wet red while he screamed. A woman was holding her baby, bouncing it gently in her arms as she whispered to it. Another group of people all had tattered clothes, their heads in their laps, not moving.

The TV above me was on, talking about the attack in the Nimbasa City subway.

I moved my right shoulder slightly and groaned at the pain. It was in a blue sling, throbbing.

A doctor had seen me immediately after I was brought in by the firefighter. After looking me over, he said that I was very lucky, but he was concerned about my shoulder. After giving me an X-ray, he determined that nothing serious had occurred, but that I should keep the shoulder in a sling for a few weeks until the pain stopped.

I had asked about June, but the doctor treating me didn't know anything about her. After the agony of getting my arm into the cast, I had left his office and attempted to find her.

The hospital was huge, the white hallways the longest I'd ever seen, an endless number of doors as far as the eye could see. Doctors were rushing through the hallways, studying clipboards.

One looked up at me and stopped, eyeing me through his glasses. "Do you need help?" he asked impatiently.

"Yes," I nodded quickly. "I need to find June. She's in this hospital!"

"I don't know who that is, but you can't just wander around here," the doctor said seriously. "We're in the middle of a huge crisis and we have enough to deal with right now. Wait in the lobby."

The doctor's stern face meant nothing to me. I wanted to find June. But I also didn't want to get in the way of the doctors healing people here, so I allowed the doctor to lead me back to the lobby where I ended up filling all kinds of forms in a small, black chair. A section of the form asked for my emergency contact number. Will they call my mom if I give them that? I wondered. I'll give them a fake number or something. No need to worry my mom. I'm not in any serious pain, anyway. I can leave right now if I wanted to. I'm only waiting here for June.

The explosion that sent June flying through the air and off onto the tracks of the other platform made me jump as I relived that moment. Even as a memory, I could hear it so vividly. So clearly. June, I thought sadly as my eyes closed. Where are you? You have to be here. They pulled you out of the tracks. You're alive. You have to be. You have to be somewhere in this hospital, recovering. I can't. I can't go through this again. Please, June. Please, be here. Somewhere. My left hand ran through my short hair and down the back of my neck as I sighed loudly, stress, panic and fear causing my body to shake uncontrollably.

*

"Yes, June is here," the receptionist told me. "Unfortunately, she can't have visitors at this time. Doctor's orders."

I sighed gratefully, smiling with relief. "That's fine. I'll wait here for her, then. I don't care how long it takes. I just needed to know that she's here." The receptionist nodded and I walked back to my seat.

It had been four days since I'd arrived at this hospital, and only now had I been able to obtain information that June was indeed here, too. She was alive. I didn't know how well she was doing, but I didn't care about that as much as I was with her being here at all, alive.