Prodigal Son
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"Be careful. Even though he's a prisoner, he's a patient," the man in the white lab coat instructed the guards as they removed the prisoner.
"I don't care what he is," the guard sneered. "He's dangerous."
"So are you with that gun. I don't think he'll be going anywhere don't you?" the man in the white coat smiled.
"I only see one paramedic in the ambulance, where's the other one? I thought there were two."
"The other man took sick and we couldn't find a replacement," said the doctor. "We're only transferring this patient. I'll be riding with to make certain everything goes smoothly. I take it you will be with the prisoner?"
"Yeah," the guard replied, though he sounded less than enthusiastic. He stared down at the prisoner, suspicion forming in the back of his mind. He hadn't heard the prisoner moan once since the ambulance arrived.
As if on que, the prisoner let out a piercing cry of pain as the stretcher was lifted into the back of the ambulance.
'Maybe he really is in pain. Good. Serves him right after what he did. If I had things my way, this guy wouldn't be leaving this prison alive.' The guard kept his thoughts to himself, but stated, "Oh shut your trap. Just because I have to ride with you doesn't give you the right to torture me with your constant whining. Doc, can't you give this guy something for the pain to shut him up?"
"I'm sorry. I don't have anything in my bag. There may be something in the back, but there's only room for him and you. Unless you know how to use a needle . . ."
The guard went a little pale and squeamish, "Uh never mind."
Once the guard was inside and the doors closed, the doctor climbed into the cab up front.
"You know which route to take," he said to the driver.
"Are you certain he'll take care of that guard?"
"Jack will take care of him. You just keep your eyes peeled on the road. And don't ask so many questions. You're getting well paid for this little trip."
***
Stern faces could be seen on all of the workers. Something had happened to disturb everyone around them. Voices had gone silent and no one was talking. Rumors were flying all over the place.
"The media is going to have a field day with this," a doctor said.
"Who was it?" another questioned.
"No one isn't saying anything."
"I heard that a doctor was involved in some way," the nurse behind the admitting desk stated.
"Doctor Greene? No way."
"Doctor Green would never get himself involved with a prisoner. He may treat them, but he would never get involved like that."
"Haven't you heard?" A nurse came in still wearing her raincoat, as she approached the threesome in conversation.
"Heard what?" one of the doctor's replied.
"They found Doctor Green's body out on route five."
"What?"
"Are you sure?"
"I heard it on the emergency channel," the nurse with the raincoat stated.
"You keep a police radio?" the nurse behind the counter questioned.
"Hey, my husband's a cop," answered the nurse with a raincoat. "He wants me to keep tabs on things."
"Did they say anything else, like maybe who was involved?"
'No," replied the nurse as she removed her raincoat.
"Take a look at this."
One of the doctors handed the incoming nurse the dispatch that he had been reading.
"And he was on his way to our hospital?" Oh boy, she's not going to like this."
"I know."
"So, who's going to tell her?" said the admitting nurse.
"You know what she will say. 'Don't talk to me about my brother, I don't want to hear it,'" the nurse now holding her raincoat in her arms imitated the voice of their so called favorite administrator.
"I know what you mean," replied the other nurse. "Ever since she took over, things just hasn't been the same. She's so snooty. Just because her family owns part of the hospital, she thinks she has to also work here to keep an eye on one of Daddy's investments."
"Nurse Olsen, that is not a nice thing to say about one of our most important benefactors," one of the doctors stated.
"Even if it is true," the other doctor stated.
All four laughed at that, then silence prevailed as the person of their conversation walked by.
"Doesn't anyone have anything to do?"
"Yes, Miss Masterson," everyone replied. The nurse still holding the dispatch placed it on the counter and was quickly walking down the hall with the other two doctors while the admitting nurse went back to her files.
Miss Masterson eyed the three departing backs and admitting nurse until she spied the piece of paper. Was this the source of their laughter and the reason for their impromptu gathering? She began to read the paper when fear crept into her eyes. She quickly snatched the paper from the counter and headed to her office at a fast clip.
Continues with Part 3
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