The Titleless Hospital Drama

[Darkreign]

I don't watch tv, (anime doesn't count), so if there's any other hospital dramas out there that sound like this one, I'm sorry And I realized that it's kinda hard to tell if - never mind, I'll mention this after the post.
Background:
Dedicated to one of my lost dreams. My ultimate career is to be a knight. There's no more of the storybook kind anymore, so the closest I could come to being one was a doctor. Too much Math stands in the way, so I realized I can't be that either. I wrote it on my cell phone originally while watching Mr. Noodle (The Elmo segment) on Sesame Street at the doctor's office last week (June 6)
Summary:
Dr. Peters is the youngest doctor at one city hospitals. He has a clean polished record, meaning that he has never lost a patient. His record is threatened by a new patient Victoria Reynolds and none of his training can help him keep it clean.
The Story:
Dr. Peters walked down the hall avoiding the other rushing doctors and nurses. This would be his first. He was so unbelievably frustrated with himself. He was the Magna Cum Laude of his graduating class, after all, but to lose a patient . . . . The patient was Victoria Reynolds and had been in a head trauma accident. Her brain was slowly leaking to death and no doctor could stop it. No relatives, he noted. He walked into her quiet room to observe the last minutes of her life. His superior had demanded it and he was, in a perverse, curious to see what he tried to help his patients fight everyday. This would be the first he’d see a lost battle. Victoria turned to look at him in a daze.
“How are you, Miss Reynolds?” he asked, checking her vitals.
Even though it pointless. She mumbled a laugh.
“Well, I guess I’m dying aren’t I?” She laughed like someone had just told her funny story.
She was quiet and turned her head to the side as tear slid down her cheek. Dr. Peters was astounded that she could still show so many signs of life.
“You aren’t much older than me, are you?”
He checked her charts.
“About two years older than you.”
“Wow, you must’ve been amazing in college,” she smiled. “No wonder you’re so young.”
Being twenty-three made building trust between patients and himself difficult and the senior doctors scrutinize his work.
“Is there anything I can do for you miss?” he said, changing the subject. He didn’t want her to not trust him either. “I will accompany you in place of family.”
She was still and silent for a while and Dr. Peters thought for a second that she had died.
“I’m sorry,” she paused. “I heard a nurse passing by that I’m your first patient to die. I’m sorry that you have to stay here and watch me.” He was about to protest that it was no big deal, but the look on her told him that she wasn’t done. Nonetheless, he didn’t want her to die with those thoughts in her head. She made him ashamed of the selfish thoughts he had coming into the room “I want to ask something of you,” she said motioning to the edge of the bed. He sat down.
“I’ve never been kissed before.”
He paused at the meaning of her words, at what she asked. He placed his hand on her neck and cheek. He paused and leaned towards her. He kissed her forehead. He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes told him that that’s not what she meant at all. He was shy about it, but as he considered it, he realized it wouldn’t matter. She wouldn’t be here for much longer. He came closer to her and closed his eyes. Their lips met for a moment and Drew felt his heart race. It was his first kiss too. He opened his eyes when a long loud beep from the EKG startled him. Victoria’s heart had been gaining speed and was now halted. He was in shock and just looked at her. He put his face in his hands as nurses and doctors came rushing in yelling “code blue!”
A nurse came and shook him, yelling his name. He was a doctor and he had a duty to perform, no matter how futile. He tried to resurrect her, but the EKG kept emitting that same long beep. There was nothing else to do.
“Write down the time of death Have her insurance company arrange the rest. We’ll perform autopsy later.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and the rest of the staff walked out. He sobbed from his failure. He sobbed for being unable to help Victoria. And in some unaffected part of his mind, the worst first kiss ever.
The EKG’s beep was interrupted. Smaller beeps followed. He couldn’t believe it. Victoria was stilled alive! He checked all the machines besides the EKG. They all said she was alive.
“Victoria! Victoria!” He smiled and laughed. She would live! He held her, eager to talk about the miracle. The hospital staff came back to greet her when they heard the news. Everyone waited excitedly. Drew was too and he didn’t know or care why. He sat on the bed waiting. Another matter came up with another patient and many of them left. More time passed and more of them left. An hour. Two hours. The sun rose and he was alone with her. His boss came in.
“Dr. Peters, you have other patients and your health to worry about. You can’t be stuck on one patient. She hasn’t woken yet, and we can perhaps guess why.”
Drew stood up. He knew he had other duties, but he wanted to be with her when she would wake up. He’d be back. He needed to. He wondered why as he closed the door on his way out.
~
It had been more than week and each day for several hours, Drew had sat on the bed next to Victoria. He slept in her room, deciding to abandon his apartment. The nurses and doctors in the hallway began gossiping about him, about how arrogant he was about his zero record of lost patients and his obsession about making sure that it stayed that way. His record never once entered his head after Victoria. He changed on the water in each of the vases of flowers he had brought her that week. He looked at the EEG again. He smiled a bit.
A dream spike. She’s having a dream. I wish I could know what it was about.
His boss came in again, followed by two police officers.
“Dr. Peters, these are detectives from the police station. They have reason to believe that Miss Reynolds was the victim of crime, not accident. Since she has not wakened yet to deny or confirm these suspicions, the state has decided that we take matters into our own hands. Her condition has stabilized and as such, we have scheduled surgery to replace lost fluid in the brain. Next week. Now get back to work.”
He reluctantly stood up to leave. He squeezed her hand uncertainly once and left. He hated the routine that his life had become. Day in and day out, he listened people complain about pain here or there, or had to give the life changing news that the cancer tests came back positive, or that a new medication was needed. It stood between him and Victoria. A whole other week passed and he took his first day off to spend it in the waiting room for her. Perhaps she’d wake up after the operation and he was determined to be there.
First he sat thumbing through one of the magazines, looking at the clock. He set it down and paced the room. He sat again, still staring at the clock. He stretched. He paced again. After ten hours, he sat again. The neurosurgeon called out his name and he realized he had been dozing off for the last half hour. He rushed to hear the news.
“The operation was fine, but there are some undeniable signs of assault. We don’t know how bad the damage on her psyche will be until she’s conscious again and we can run some tests. For now, we’ll transfer her back to the hospital when it’s safe again.”
He sighed exhaustedly but happy. She would be fine and talk to him again once she was back. But someone had tried to hurt her and for the most part succeeded. Who was she and why was she attacked?
He filled her room with flowers again. He wanted his most successful patient to be comfortable when she woke. He watched her on the hospital bed as another dream spike appeared on the EEG. It ended, but this time, it rose instead of lowered back to a dormant state. Her brain was showing more activity. Drew became jumpy as it rose more. Her eyes moved under her eyelids. They lifted. They looked about the room and settled on Drew. They focused on him. He held his breath quietly as she struggled with her first words in weeks.
“Who are you?”


~ My after thought:
It's kinda hard to tell if Dr. Drew Peters is in love or is just a obsessive creeper. Please tell me which one you think he is oh, and to be continued.

[Spotty001]

I vote obsessive creeper, but there's a little love in there too. I REALLY like it. I dont' watch much TV these days, but if they made this into a show I'd actually watch it.

[Rye]

I agree with Spotty.He is being very...Creeperish.However some of it may be out of love.I really like this story,and can't wait for you to continue!

[Darkreign]

The Titleless Hospital Drama POST #2
“Gentlemen, we all know why we’re here. As you know, if my son is to succeed me, word can’t get out. She has to be killed. If my son is to succeed me. Has her death been confirmed?”
A man in shades, an earphone, and a suit, stepped into the fire light. The boss looked at him from above his fingertips.
“After the attack, she was taken to the hospital. We’ve attempted to gain information about her, but no one except the police can enter her room. We’ve sent one of our men to investigate her. And end, if necessary.”
“Good, good. Son, do you have any objections?”
The son, who sat in the opposite armchair of the boss in front of the fireplace, sighed, exhaustedly.
“Father, you know what’s best for me. Don’t hesitate to do it. I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself that night; now you have to go around cleaning my mess.”
“Mm. It’s understandable son. It’s a mark of a true man. A true man always tries to have a woman at least once in his life. You,” he signaled towards the standing man. “Make sure she is silenced.”
~
Drew stared at her, unable for a second to understand her. Or not wanting to. He turned away from her, grimacing, suppressing a sob. He had waited so long. He had waited for her to talk about it. About their kiss. And what it made him feel. And now . . . .
He ran his hand across his face and turned to face her again.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Peters, your attending physician. You have been in a coma for the last three weeks. Do you know who you are?”
“I- I-, I think my name is Victoria. Victoria Reynolds.”
“Do you know where you live?”
“Yes, 42 Wallaby Way”
“Good. And do you . . . . ” He continued with the questions and matched her answers with the fact sheets the police had given them. There were things she remembered and things she didn’t. She seemed to have a clear memory of her life two years ago and most things after that were blurry haze of radoms faces, smells, and sounds. She was seemed surprised but didn’t react extremely or desperately. She’d also apparently been a waitress at a restaurant Drew frequented on the weekends alone.
“I remember my interview there and the smells of the food that I think the chef in training would burn. I would be so angry when I got small or no tips. Waitressing is hard!” she laughed.
He smacked his forehead. His medical training had told him that memory loss is usually a traumatic experience. She seemed to be taking it as a joke and now he didn’t know what to do. And he also felt like a jerk because he usually forgot to leave tips as he rushed to continue his hospital shift.
“Look, we need more in-depth measurements of your memory damage. So just work with me ok?”
He gave her more questions, but still she took them all lightly and put on confused faces for things she couldn’t remember. When she did try, her face always turned red and seemed about to pop. It would’ve made him laughed if it could’ve helped her remembered the last few minutes before her amnesia.
He left her alone once she started dozing off. He didn’t want to exhaust her unstable brain. He squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead before he could change his mind. He left the hospital to sleep too. He drove his car through the slumbering city, a blanket of clouds helping. He parked in front of his apartment and climbed the stairs to his floor, fumbling around with his keys and with a bulk of mail in the other hand. He hadn’t been there in days and didn’t plan to be either. He collapsed on his bed, into an exhausted sleep. Even so, Victoria was there too, smiling at him. He smiled back in his sleep.
The days progressed and he couldn’t get Victoria to recover her memories. The police were frustrated that they couldn’t question her about the suspected assault and she gave no sign that she had been either. After a week, he made a decision that he had wanted to avoid. He decided that Victoria needed help from a psychiatrist. Even though he wanted her to only talk to him.
“Well, I need my memory back right? Besides, only you can get me a psychiatrist. Because otherwise, well, I’ll never be able to remember.”
He felt so guilty and selfish at that moment, he felt unworthy of her attention. He checked her charts one last time and checked his other patients. He concentrated on every single one of their problems, he saw extra patients, and skipped his breaks to distract himself. He wanted to be as busy as possible. He wanted to avoid the idea that because he had been selfish with her attention, Victoria wouldn’t want to see him any longer. He even talked to people in the psychiatry ward to find out which one would be best for her. At the end of his shift, he decided to see her again. He couldn’t help it, even if she didn’t want to see him. He opened the door and peeked in.
“Drew! Where were you all day? I missed you,” she smiled. He poked his head in more, surprised. She was finally able to sit up in bed. And she seemed happy to see him.
“Did you, uh, did you miss m-me?”
“Well yeah, of course! Every other doctor here is really rough, geez. But you’re not, so I was waiting all day.”
“I thought, well . . . . ”
“ . . . . What?”
“I thought that you’d be mad at for not getting you to a psychiatrist sooner. You know, to help you remember. So I thought you wouldn’t want to see me.”
“Naw, it’s not like. Besides the way I see it, if I don’t remember something, it’s obviously not important,” she started laughing again and Drew smacked his forehead. She was strange.
“Of course it’s important! Don’t you want to remember? Don’t you want to know who attacked you?” She stopped laughing at this. She stared at him.
“I was attacked?”
He wanted to kick himself. He forgot that she didn’t know. He didn’t want to mention it to her. So he explained to her all the wounds the doctors had examined while operating her and the state a passing police officer had found her in behind the restaurant she worked at. He didn’t show her the pictures he had on the clipboard.
“Hey doctor, I’m glad you decided to come see me today. I feel like you’re the only one I can trust with my memories. Did we know each other before I lost them?”
His face tightened up as the pain of her question and what he felt was the right answer tortured him. He wanted to demand from her if she remembered him or not, or any sensation of what he had felt with her when they both believed she would die.
“We only knew each other briefly. Perhaps you’ll remember me when you completely get back your memory. It would certainly make all your friends happy.”
“Ok” she smiled.
“Right, well, it’s late now and we need your mind to be healthy, so time to go to sleep.”
He dimmed the lights in her room and looked back once. She was watching him.
“You’re coming back tomorrow, right?”
“I’ll be the first thing you see in the morning”

[Spotty001]

Yay!

[Rye]

I love this story!

More!

[Darkreign]

POST #3
~
Drew, after another eight hours of work finally walked out of the hospital and went to his car. He felt for his keys in the gray light of the predawn.
Drew walked up the steps to his apartment and found the land lady waiting for him.
“Mr. Peters, the rent! You haven’t paid me! If you don’t pay me by tomorrow, I’ll have my husband throw your things out into the street. Do I make myself clear?”
“I have it here Mrs. Goldberg.”
“Right then fork it over.” She tapped her foot in impatience.
He grabbed it from his shoulder bag and handed her a small box. She took it defiantly and marched off. Drew called out to her.
“I included the rent for next month also!”
“You better be sure you won’t need it later then! And don’t come knocking on my door to say that you it back, because I won’t give you any, you hear me!”
“Of course Mrs. Goldberg,” he smiled. She had always been a headstrong women, full of pride. Her husband had an artery burst in the middle of the night a few months ago. She came and broke down the door to Drew’s apartment and lugged him sleepily of his bed. Drew quickly calmed her down and took all the necessary procedures to transport him to the hospital in his car. There, he personally operated him and Mr. Goldberg had a speedy recovery. When Mrs. Goldberg demanded the hospital bill, he denied that he’d operated him and instead demanded a of year of free rent and food. Mrs. Goldberg frustratingly accepted after a month of threatening to throw him out.
Of course, Drew didn’t pay her now either, even after the year was up. Mr. Goldberg was on several expensive medications and Drew brought them every two weeks instead of paying in cash. Drew walked through his apartment and straight to his bed. The sun was already rising in the late November morning; Drew would have about three hours of sleep before he had to wake up and see Victoria again. He fell to sleep right away, dreaming about what he would do if she remembered him when he saw her again later that day. He would sweep her off her feet, he’d tell her she was all he thought about, and then he would . . . . he would . . . .
. . . . He wouldn’t.
He could never bring himself to do something so forward. What if Victoria didn’t think of him the same way and she ended up laughing at his puppy love? He sleep was fitful after that until he finally woke up with a white ray of sunshine falling across his face. He rubbed his face and checked the time. Ten o‘clock. He stood up quickly and scrambled to put his clothes and put his pj’s the rest of the dirty clothes piled around his bed. Victoria could be awake right this second and I’m not there! As he slung his laptop carrier over shoulder he walked out the door and crashed right into Mrs. Goldberg. She’d been holding a plate of waffles; Drew’s breakfast was now smushed on Mrs. Goldberg’s clothes.
“MR. PETERS!”
He apologized extensively and desperately as he ran down the hall. She continued to yell at him and threw one of the waffles at him. He ran down the stairs and saw that from her window another waffle flew down and landed on the window of his car. He got in and turned on the wind shield wipers and drove away.
He parked at his spot and sprinted up the stairs instead of using the busy elevators. The door to her room was closed and it was dark under the door. Good. She was still asleep. He sat in the chair next to her bed as she continued to doze. She was exactly the same as when he had left her hours ago in the night. The sun was up, but she was still asleep. He turned on the TV to the news to find out was going on in the world outside of the hospital.
She stirred a bit and he lowered the volume; he could barely hear a mumbling from the TV, but it didn’t matter. He started to doze off too when one of the reporters began to interview the mayor’s son, Trey Stevens, who was running for the new mayor of the city.
“Drew, please turn the TV off.”
Her voice startled him, but he did it immediately. He turned to look at her for and explanation.
“I don’t know but when I saw his face, I got really . . . . scared. I don’t know why.”
He reached for her hand and she took it gently in hers. There was something about the way she said his name that he made him smile.
“Trey Stevens? He is a politician . . . . and he does want to raise taxes.”
They both burst into laughter at this. He asked her more questions, hoping to discover if she’d remembered more, but nothing came to her during the night. Not even in her dreams.
“Well, I have to go now,” he said, grimly letting go of her hand, “but I’ll be back later to check on you. Just call if you need anything or if you remember anything.”
He walked out the room and began his rounds. He walked into his office to find someone in his chair. He frowned. His intern Ryan Costello was back from vacation. Ryan was older by three years, but he was still Drew’s intern. Of course, that didn’t stop him from treating Drew like a little kid.
“Drew, didja miss me? I bet you must’ve been sad and bored with me gone.”
“No Dr. Costello, we were all fine. How was your time off?”
“It was pretty awesome, sipping margaritas on the beach surrounded by all the lady nurses. You should’ve come with the rest of us doctors, you haven’t wasted a single vacation day. And you really need to work on your tan and get some muscles.”
“I don’t have time for vacation. And how do you possibly have time to study and slack off so much?”
Ryan laughed still lounging in the chair.
“I don’t. I just simply know what my priorities are,” he said, with a smirk on his face.
“Yes, well, how you spend your time after your shift is none of my business. I just need you ready, awake and aware everyday you’re here.”
“Yeah whatever. Why don’t you hang out with me and my buddies this weekend?”
Drew frowned at him. Ryan seemed to be smiling genuinely though.
“No, it’s alright I’m going to have a pretty weekend busy working here.”
Ryan smirked again.
“Aha! No you don’t I checked your schedule shifts and you have this weekend completely free. But you’d said you’d be here this weekend. You sly dog, you found a hot nurse didn’t you? Well, I won’t interrupt you then.”
“No, you have it completely wrong!”
“Oh my God, this the first time I’ve ever seen you anxious. I am so right!”
He stood up and ruffled Drew’s hair and strolled out of his office, laughing down the hall, clipboard in hand. Drew went to his office chair and checked Ryan’s patient reports. They were adequate and they definitely needed more work. He approved them and gave them to his secretary, Amelia, to file.
He went through some of his own files and added more info about patients he had recently seen. He checked the clock. He had a conference in three hours and he was done with all his paper work. His rounds shift was over. He dozed off.
It seemed like a moment had passed when the alarm sounded off. He jolted at the sound. The intercom crackled to life and voice shouted at him.
“Dr. Peters, room F203, armed unidentified intruders!”
A sense of dread filled him. Someone with a weapon was in Victoria’s room.


~My comments.
Well, please excuse my long absence and delayed writing. But don't worry, I know exactly where this is going, I have the story all in my. Autumn is the season of love for me, so I've been greatly inspired. I'll post my new horrific fanfic, when I'm done. So guess what that means? NO ACTOS for a while. Sorry. But spring is my season of anger and despair, so I'll probably update it more then :) anyways hope you like it, I'll probably post more in a few days. THIS HAS TO END. I don't like Drew DX he's a nice guy and all, but he's such a WIMP. I don't think I've ever made a character I like less or despised more. Hopefully Victoria will find a way to slap some guts into (and since I'm the writer, it will probably happen). Till next post ;)

[Darkreign]

POST #4

He stood up quick as lightening, despite the fatigue in his muscles. Her room was down the hall, he would be there sooner than anyone. He ran at the door, turning the knob and pushed it. It was locked. He heard voice inside, voices that weren’t hers.
“ . . . . we get this job done and we’re set for life. Hurrying up, the alarms are going off and we . . . .”
He couldn’t hear her though. She should be screaming, unless she’s . . .
He stepped back and kicked down the door, breaking the wall and the lock. Two men completely in black had her gagged and were starting to disconnect her from the machines. Another alarm went off, signaling her heart had stopped. He looked at her quick. No, they had only disconnected her from the EKG, thank God. He turned back to the thugs who had made their way to him. One had a knife and started slashing it at him. He timed his slashes and predicted the next one. He kicked the man’s arm right where he knew would incapacitate him the most. But he had kicked him too late. Drew did hit him and remained emotionless as he heard a loud crack, but the thug had changed the way he held the knife in his hand. The knife slashed his arm, a long cut that immediately started to bleed. It felt like a shard of ice had passed through him. The thug went down on his knees clutching his hand where he had been hurt. Drew kicked him in areas that would make every doctor frown. He grabbed his knife and ran to the other side of the bed to the other thug who had just finished unplugging Victoria from the machines. He stabbed his foot, ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to run away. Victoria lay passed out on the edge bed. He set her down right. and worked fast to connect her back. She couldn’t be unconscious to long, not after the kind of operation that she’d had.
“Are they gone?”
Drew jumped. She was completely awake, she had been feigning.
“No, they’re right here, but they shouldn’t be much of a problem.”
“Who’s trying to kill me?”
He finished then.
“I don’t know. Not even the police. It’s presumed whoever hurt you in the first place is trying to finish the job. No one even knows that you’re here.”
He sat on the edge of the bed like the day he met her. He put his arms around her. She hugged him back. Victoria peeked at his face through the mirror. He had such a serious look. Nurses and policemen ran into the room then and looked stunned at the chaos they found. Two wounded men. The police hand cuffed the first one and cuffed the second one to a wheel chair to be treated.
“Drew!” He looked around in alarm, Victoria’s tone making him tense again. “You’re bleeding!”
He laughed in relief. “It’s not that bad-”
“-Of course it is! Here get me a bandage; I’ll wrap it up for you.”
He pulled one out of his pocket and handed it to her. She started right away.
“Am I not the doctor?” They both laughed. “Here, this is how you do it.”
He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his arm once the right way. Their touch lingered for a moment and then she continued wrapping it.
The police men started to question them and a group of neurologists walked in to check her. Some of the doctor’s wanted to take a closer look at his arm. He was reluctant, but when the police demanded that they let him for evidence purposes, he let himself be examined. Victoria smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up. He was escorted to the X-ray wing and had some taken. He had more damage than a bandage could take care of. They made him hang his arm in a splint. He felt ridiculous. His boss said he could have the next day off. Drew went home then and collapsed on his bed, shoes and all.
As he started to fall asleep he planned how he would use his day off. He’d buy some flowers and then spend the day at the hospital with Victoria. He smiled in his sleep.
~

My thoughts
So, ha! He got some guts and I updated faster. So yeah. I think this song goes well with them, or at least will. Plus, I really like this song. Anyone from the 90's remember it?

[Darkreign]

Forgot to say that'll post something up soon too. I'll post it completed since it's relatively short. Yeah

[Rye]

I absolutely love this story,it's interesting,and kind of funny. I forgot to comment the last few times,I'm sorry!

[Darkreign]

POST #5

“Boss! Boss! We made it safe, don’t worry.”
The two thugs walked into the room parlor exhausted. The man on his chair and the son stood at his side. The fire darkened their silhouettes but the boss’s eyes shown wickedly.
“You idiot! I don’t care if you’re dead or alive! It only matters that the girl is dead and that no one finds out that we’re paying you. If my son can’t succeed me-”
“Father! It’s alright. It’s better that I take things into my own hands. If I can’t handle this by myself, I don’t think I can succeed you. Besides, I might still enjoy becoming a man with her.”
The older man sighed. He glared at the thugs and then grabbed a shot glass. He drank and smashed it at the feet of the thugs. The jumped, but knew better than to move.
“Fine then. You son, will have your way. And be quick about it. And you two,” he said turning to the thugs, “were stupid to come back after your failure. I can’t have the police and press knocking on our doors. As such, I hope the rats find you filling.”
The two thugs were grabbed by four shapes that had been hiding in the dark. The struggled but they were quickly gagged and knocked out. They were then dragged out, out of the room and to their deaths.
“Really father, was that truly necessary?”
“Son, once you hold my power, you learn that everything is necessary.”
He nodded, but rolled his eyes.
~
He woke up refreshed the next morning. Mrs. Goldberg called him to yell at him about his cold breakfast. It was lightly raining outside as he dressed, being careful about the sling. He got his wallet and umbrella and made his way to her home. He knocked and Mr. Goldberg let him in. They shook hands and chatted a bit before sitting down to eat. Mrs. Goldberg took one look at him and went into a panic. It took Drew several minutes to convince her that he was alright and wasn’t about to die. She was still worried about him but put his breakfast on the table. They ate in silence for bit and then Mr. Goldberg started to chat again.
“So Drew, tell us, when will we see a Mrs. Peters?”
Drew choked on some of the food violently. Mr. Goldberg roared in laughter.
“Very soon by the looks of it!”
He had turned red enough that his face matched his hair. He finished the last of his breakfast quickly and excused himself. He set out for the flower shop. He paced around, enjoying the scent of all the blooms. He found two pretty bouquets and brought them up to the cashier.
“Two ladies, eh? Now I hope you’re not a two-timing them.”
“Well, you’re right on both of those. Two ladies, but not two-timing.”
The cashier wrapped the bouquets in a pretty paper and gave him his change.
“Well, you’ve certainly been buying lots of flowers every day. You can have these for free, courtesy of all the business you’ve brought. And thanks to both your ladies.”
Drew took them both and drove to the hospital. He parked in the visitors section and made his way to the psychiatric ward. He asked one of the nurses to keep for him the second bouquet and walked into one of the rooms with the first one.
“Mother.”
She looked at him from the window she was gazing out of. She was a dangerously frail women, her skin stretched taut over her bones. Drew hugged her and presented her with the flowers. She seemed to be aware of him. Drew smiled. This was a first in months.
“Mom, how have you been?”
She laughed. “The food here sucks. How is your father?”
Drew’s smile vanished for a moment. His father had been dead for years, according to her.
“He’s great mom. He says he’s going to visit tomorrow.”
“He always says that. Well, we won’t know if he really means it until he comes, right? So how have you been son? When are we going to be rich and famous?”
Drew laughed. He wanted her to try to remember him as much and he believed that being happy around her would greatly help her.
“Soon, I promise. I’ve been playing the lottery every day. We have to hit the jackpot eventually.”
“Well, I know how difficult everything is for you, three jobs and still not enough to pay for school. But don’t worry son, you’ll graduate at the top of you class someday. And I’m going to be there cheering for you.”
He had graduated long ago. His mother hadn’t been there. She had been showing signs of mental disease long before that. Instead she’d seen a recording of it, but she didn’t seem to remember it then.
“I know mother. I’m doing quite well in class.”
“What about friends dear? Have you made any of those?”
In truth he hadn’t had any in college. Not with all the things he had to do.
“Yes mother, I’ve made one. His name’s Ryan. He wants to be a doctor too.”
“Good, good.” Her expression changed suddenly. “Arnold? Is that you? Are you back? Oh, how I missed you!” She hugged him tightly. Drew was taken by surprise. She had never spoken of “Arnold”.
“Yes, it’s me dear.”
“Oh, Arnold, I’m so happy right now. And when little Drew is born, I’ll be even happier,” she said rubbing her stomach. Drew swallowed. She was talking about his father. She had never talked about him. She had always been enough.
“Yes . . . .”
“Oh, honey, don’t worry, he’ll be just fine. I knew you loved me instead of that other woman,” she smiled happily. Drew felt like a bolt of lightning had hit him. He’d never wanted to know this.
“Alexis, I have to go now. I hope you like the flowers.”
“You have work to soon? Alright Arnold, come home safe to me. Promise me.”
“I promise, Alexis.”
Drew stumbled out into the hall, covering his face with his hands. He ran to his car. He wouldn’t let anyone see him in his current state, not after it took so long to gain any sort of respect from the other doctors. He must’ve fallen asleep on the wheel because there was a loud knocking on the window.
“Hey Drew! Hey Drew, open up!”
He looked up and groaned. He rolled down the window.
“What is it Ryan?”
“I just wanted to tell you some good news,” he said smiling happily.
“Really?” he asked, uninterested.
“You know that one chick, from F203?”
“Miss Victoria Reynolds?”
“Yeah, wait do you memorize all of you patients? Anyway, she’s of your hands now. Just wanted to let you know that you can go home earlier.”
He was smiling like he had said a good thing.
“Anyway, I have to go back. The boss is going to yell at me again if I don’t go back.”
He ran off, spilling a bit of coffee.
“Wait! Ryan! What are you talking about?”
He kept running into the hospital and bumped into the sliding doors when they didn’t separate fast enough. Ryan’s words worried him. He had to see Victoria, he had to know if there was something wrong with her. The only reason he could think that she wouldn’t be in his charge was that she had died in the night. He shook his head, too afraid of that image in his mind.
He got out of his car and made his way back to the psychiatric ward. He had forgotten the second bouquet there. He picked it up and made his way to her room, each step making his heart beat agitatedly. He noticed the door was open. No one, not even the nurses, was careless enough to leave the door open on patients involved with crime.
He stood outside where he couldn’t look inside. He heard Victoria’s voice and another man’s. He knocked politely like the doctor he was. He took his first look inside the room. He stared at what he saw. Trey Stevens knelt at the corner of her bed, holding her hands in his. He turned towards Drew.
“Are you Dr. Peters? I want to thank you for taking care of my fiancée all this time.”

After Words
So I'm so happy that Drew isn't such a wimp anymore ^^ well, ok, he still kind of is (in my head). And I've witnessed a sort of realization, that I am both enjoying and not enjoying. And Drew's changes are making this realization happen more. It's hard to explain. But anyway, this is sort of a half-way point of the plot in my mind. I have the endin in my mind, but what happens in-between is a mystery to me too. But I have some guesses

[Rye]

Haha,I know that feeling.That's the feeling I have right now writing my dorky dragon book.

I adore this book,it's so funny!{Not sure if it's supposed to be funny,but hey;) }

[Darkreign]

;D You can take it whatever way you want.

[Rye]

Awesome.

[Darkreign]

Sorry to say guys, but this story might go on an infinite hiatus, or I might end it within the week. My motivation to write this was shattered when I saw the trailer for a film this Turkey Day break. You guys might have seen it. Or else you will probably see it and I'd just like to say that I NEVER plagiarize (except from myself) so please don't think bad of this story or characters. It's not their fault.