Chad Graham is driving, maybe pushing the speed limit on his way to Nashville General. The woman, child more like, in the back seat of his car is trying not to cry out in pain.
"Hey, uh, Miss, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
"Fine, Sheesh, just trying to figure out who I'm having the pleasure of escorting to the hospital." Just as Chad finishes this sentence they arrive at the taller windowed building.
Caleb hops out of the car the second it's in park to accompany the young woman inside. "Ya' know I can take an elevator up some stairs and sign myself in, I don't need your help."
"Well, ma'am I would like to see this thing through. I would like to know how you are. And whoever did this to you is still our there and I don't want him tracking you down and finding you here.
Kirsten is struck by the compassion this man feels toward her and her condition. Knowing that these four guys are christians helps her make her decision. "Alright you can stay."
The rest of the band members pry themselves out of the vehicle and head for the building.
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Once they get to the ER floor the band mates let Kirsten go and sign in.
"Hello, Mr. Soto, I need to sign in."
"Alright, Miss, may I ask what you need the hospital for?"
"I hurt my wrist, I think it may be broken."
"Could you fill out these forms?"
"Of course, sir." She's been to Chicago Med so many times she has become a pro at filling out hospital forms. Two minutes later she has fully and completely filled out her for and is being escorted into a room by a nurse.
"Hello, Miss Green, I'm Doctor Mathis. This says your wrist may be broken, may I ask how this happened?"
"I'm just a clumsy person by nature."
"Right, well, I'm just gonna take a look at your wrist, if that's okay."
Doctor Mathis begins to examine her wrist. She notices the bruises in her bicep and the way Kirsten flinches when touched. It's pretty clear that the girl had been abused. She feels her wrist and decides it's probably broken buts wants an x-ray just to be sure. So Kirsten is then led to and x-ray room.
"Just as I suspected, you have a simple fracture. I'll set it and get you some pain medication and you should be good to go."
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Meanwhile in the waiting room the four bandmates are all praying for the young woman. They can tell that she had been abused just by the interaction they had over heard at the restaurant. They pray that she will tell the doctor about the abuse or go to the police or something.
Caleb had read enough about abused women to know she probably wouldn't tell anyone about the abuse. He resolved to talk to his band mates about hanging out with her as much as they could and try to convince her to go to the police.
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Kirsten walks out of the ER to see the four guys in the waiting room. They look like they are in prayer. The tall guy identified as Spencer looked up and saw her, and taps his s on the shoulder. The other guys look up and see her and smile.
"So what's the prognosis?" Joey asks.
"Broken wrist, but I'll live."
"So, where do want us to drop you off at?" Chad asks.
"Motel 6."
"Alright, your gonna be safe, right?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." The group heads to the elevator. As they get to Chad's car.
As the group starts down the road, Joey sticks a CD in the drive. Best of 2007 medley starts playing.
"Wait, I know this song, it's on the playlist my boyfriend made for me. Anthem Lights, right."
"Yeah that's our music."
"You guys are Anthem Lights. I like the music I've heard from you guys. You harmonize really well."
"Thanks, so do we get to know your name now?"
"Kirsten Green."
"Nice to meet you, here we are Motel 6."
"Thanks guys," Kirsten says as she exits the car.
"Hey, wait," Caleb says hopping out of the car. He hands her a sheet of paper with some numbers on it. "You need anything you call any one of these numbers and you'll get one of us, alright. Take care of yourself."
"I will. Thank you." Kirsten will not soon forget the kindness of these strangers as she makes her way back the motel room she's sharing with her boyfriend.
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Coming Home
Fanfiction"What does God have to do with anything?" Kirsten Summers grew up in a Christian family in Alabama. At 20 she left for Auburn University. A few years after she got there she had deserted God. She goes to Tennessee on a study trip when she meets a m...
