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"Oh, that sounds interesting." She was at a loss for words. He seemed like an oddly interesting character."It was interesting, until I got my leg blown off by a bomb, that is." He said deadpan.
They were hurrying toward the entrance of the hospital but she took a second to glance in his direction to see if he was serious or just kidding. His expression was serious but accepting of his devastating injuries.
"It must've been very traumatic for you." She huffed as they continued toward the door. "I don't think I could handle it if I lost a limb." Tiffany began to wail and Stacy's motherly instincts kicked in two-fold. She grunted and sped up, leaving Paul behind.
"You go on ahead, I'll catch up." He said in a strained voice as he maneuvered his crutches toward the hospital as fast as he could.
The double glass doors opened automatically and Stacy rushed in with her baby's cries gaining strength. She'd never heard such an awful sound. In between cries Tiffy was wheezing with short, gasping breaths. She ran up to the glass-enclosed window and tapped loudly. The young woman behind the desk pushed a button, "What can I do for you?" She sounded bored and uncaring. Stacy's anger rose at the woman's lack of common decency.
"I need a doctor! Hurry please!" She demanded. Her heart raced as adrenalin flooded through her. She began to shake and suddenly felt dizzy and light-headed. She straightened her spine at this intrusion. She didn't have time to pander to her own issues right now.
"What seems to be the problem?" The lady asked again. She still sounded bored and unaffected by Stacy's agitation.
"I...need...a...doctor!" Stacy enunciated each word carefully so the lady would understand.