Her First Day (Part 14)

He went back in the room with Missy. She never stirred. He plopped down in the chair next to the bed, running his hands through his hair. He watched her as she slept wrapped in the thin sheet. He grabbed the folded up blanket from the bottom of the bottom of the bed, spreading it out over her. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself. He fell asleep watching over her. The toll of the day overtaking his body. He was shaken awake by the orderly he saw in the hallway. “Hey,” he said. “Hey,” he said, stretching. “What’s going on?” “Come in the hallway with me, so we don’t disturb her.” “Yeah, sure,” he said, looking at Missy. They walked into the hallway. Holland wiped the sleep from his eyes. “I have an update for you on the other orderly and Farmer.” “Okay.” “Unfortunately, the orderly did not pull through. The gunshot pierced his lung. We got here too late. Farmer, however, did pull through. He is out of surgery and in ICU at the moment. The cops will be charging him with murder and as soon as he is able to be moved, he will be going to the jail infirmary. We do not want him here. They will be taking over his care there and if he doesn’t make it, then it isn’t our problem,” he said with a grin and a shrug. “I am sorry that you friend didn’t make it. He seemed to be a nice guy. What was his name?” “Chad Davis. He just graduated college. He was only here for two weeks.” “Jesus,” Holland said, running his hands over his face. Did he have a family?” “No, he was only twenty four. He was a great guy. We went to the same college.” “Andrew?” they heard coming from the room. “I am right here, Missy. I’ll be right there,” he said, looking back into the room. “I am sorry. Thank you for letting me know.” “You’re welcome. Let me check her vitals while I am here,” he said, following Holland back into the room. “Hi, Missy. My name is Claude. I am going to check your vitals, okay?” “Yes,” she said. “Okay, can you turn your arm with your palm facing up for me, so I can check your pulse?” “Sure,” she said, doing as he said. He placed his forefinger and middle finger on her wrist. He felt her pulse suddenly pick up. Looking at her, he watched as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. “No, no, no,” he said as her body begin to convulse. Holland sat there stunned. “Get me something to put in her mouth, quickly.” Holland ran from the room to the nurse’s station. Two nurses followed him. One had a wooden dowel in her hand. She forced Missy’s mouth open and placed it between her teeth. One nurse laid across her legs, while the orderly tried to hold her down. Holland stood back and watched in fear.

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Her First Day (Part 13)

                He passed the cops, heading straight for Missy’s room. His heart was in his throat. There was an orderly coming out of her room.

                “What’s going on?” asked Holland, out of breath.

                “He escaped.”

                “What happen?”

                “The cop undid his cuffs, so he could use the bathroom. He grabbed his gun and took off. We don’t know where he is,” he said.

                “Shit,” he said. “Is she okay?”

                “Yeah, I just checked her room out. She is sound asleep still and he is nowhere to be found. Go in there and lock the door. He won’t be able to get in.”

                “Okay, thank you,” Holland said, walking past the orderly. He heard a shot ring out. He turned in time to see Farmer walking toward him, gun pointed his way. The orderly was on the ground. His green scrubs quickly turning brown. Holland walked into the room, closing the door and turning the lock, hoping it would keep the two of them safe. He heard someone yelling at Farmer, another shot ringing out. He looked toward Missy. She stirred, but did not wake up. He hoped she remained asleep until this was all over. He heard Farmer yelling. He knew he would get in that room. He had to get Missy out of there. He looked out the window, seeing the roof top to the wing below them. He stood on the chair opening the window. Knowing there was no way he could carry her out the window and onto the rooftop, he utilized her sleeping state to move her into the bathroom, locking to door behind them. He heard another shot ring out against the door. The second door in the bathroom lead into the next room. He undid the lock and looked into an empty room. He heard Farmer cursing, believing they went out the open window. He heard another two shots as Farmer pulled the trigger out the window. There was a scuffle and another shot fired. He placed Missy on the empty bed. He clicked the lock to the door of the empty room, hoping no one heard it. Going back through the bathroom, he listened with his ear against the door. When he didn’t hear anything, he quietly opened the door. The room was empty. There was no sign of Farmer or anyone else. The door had a sizeable hole in it and there was blood on the floor. A lot of blood. Whomever had been shot was bleeding badly. He went out into the hallway. He saw a doctor, a couple of nurses and an orderly working on the fallen orderly.

                “Where is Farmer?” he asked.

                “They just rushed him down to the OR. An officer shot him. They are unsure of his condition and don’t even know if he will make it. Personally, I hope he doesn’t,” said the orderly. “Where is the patient he was after?”

                “In the next room,” Holland said. “I got her out in time.”

                “Good, keep her in there. Her room is a mess.”

                “Yeah, she slept through it all.”

                “She never needs to know what happened. Go back in with her. We will update you as soon as we know anything.”

                “Thanks.”