A Crash Made in Heaven

Chapter 2: Fractured Bones and Fake Doctors

"If you don't mind, sir, I really think you should consider coming back into the hospital seeing as to your bills are probably still unpaid and that would be a crime. Would you rather spend time at a hospital getting treated or in jail?" I smirked a little on the inside because of my witty comeback but that pride was no doubt a fleeting emotion because I definitely felt anything but pride when he smirked and said,

"Jail."

I stood there with my jaw dropped a little in shock of what he just said. He would rather be in jail than in the hospital? Nevertheless, I still came up with a witty counterargument, "Very well, security! Please escort this man to the police station on Market St. for receiving treatment but refusing to pay for it." I left the conversation as that, spun on my heel, and walked away.

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"Wait!" Bingo.

"Yes?" I said as I turned around to face the man with the enchanting eyes.

"I'll go back in to pay for the treatment." What? He isn't going to finish his treatment but he is just going to pay for what he should have received? What is wrong with this guy?

"Excuse me? You are willing to pay for the treatment but not finish it? You would be paying for something that is unfinished. You are paying for more than you got." I explained. I sounded almost as if I was out of breath but in reality I was so confused that it messed with my breathing.

"Yes, I am aware that I am paying for something I didn't receive, but I would rather be back at my home and not in jail." He deadpanned. "If you aren't going to help me checkout then I will gladly find someone else." I don't exactly know when he got so close to me but he was only a couple of inches away from me when he moved to step around me.

For some reason, my hand instinctively shot out to hold onto his bruised arm, "Wait, I'll take you." I really didn't want him to go, again for a reason I still don't know, but patients do have the right to deny treatment.

We walked to the check-in desk at the front of the hospital and I politely explained the situation to the head nurse, Amanda.

"So you see, that's why he needs to check out right now. If you could make the process a speedy one that would be great. I'll go and see if I can track down his belongings so he isn't running around town in a hospital gown." I silently prayed to God that Amanda received my signals to not let him go until I come back and to try and convince him to receive the rest of his treatment. While I was about to walk away and when the escape artist wasn't looking, Amanda grabbed my hand and said, "Don't worry, Arden. I will stall for as long as you need. His charts should be filed in the back cabinets." Oh how I loved her.

I gave Amanda a quick nod and speed walked to find his charts but it was then that I remembered that I didn't even know this guy's name.

"Shit."

"Excuse me?" Huh? I turned around to match a voice to a face only to find my fellow resident and best friend Hayley Davis.

"Oh my gosh, Hayley. You scared me for a second. I need your help. There's this patient who tried to escape earlier and I need to know his name."

"Oh that's Grayson's patient. The dude came in super banged up and was refusing any sort of treatment. It was so bad that we had to knock him out to even clean up his cuts, and he was bleeding a lot you know. I mean a lot. I think his name was Derek? Derek Grey?" Thank God for my best friend.

"Wait, Hayley there's no patient in this hospital named Derek. Oh! There's a Declan Grey!"

"Ah, yes! Declan Grey that's it." She gave me a sheepish smile.