May 4th 2013; 5:12am
"Please," I begged as I ran up to the nurse's station, bodies brushing swiftly by me as the nurse on duty looked up from the novel she had been reading.
I shivered, my body dripping wet and trailing water onto the floor beneath me, as stood staring frantically at the nurse in front of me.
Like probably every other hospital in the city, this one was filled with the whole crew: crying families, heavily pregnant women, nerve stricken husbands, and absent-minded doctors that shuffled past with clipboards in their hands and stethoscopes around their necks.
"Please, you have to help her."
The nurse, probably not expecting to witness any actual incidents in her shift as it was sometimes the laziest time of the day, put down a book called "The Repetition of History" that she had been reading and removed the pair of reading glasses sitting on the tip of her nose.
She had short blonde wavy hair that was tied up into a bun at the top of her head and was wearing a tiny white dress that if I hadn't been completely terrified at the moment, I would have found absolutely adorable.
The paramedics burst through the double doors then, pushing the gurney that held a very passed out, dark blonde haired and brown-eyed girl.
As if finally realizing the extreme urgency of the situation, the nurse shot up from the swivel-chair she had been nestled in and ran around her station, just as the paramedics pushed the gurney past her and down a hallway, me following close behind them almost immediately.
"Miss, that's as far as you go," the nurse said in a firm, kind tone, holding out her hand to stop me from racing after the medics.
I looked in horror at her, and then glanced over her shoulder in time to see them wheel her through the grey double doors with the word EMERGENCY written in bold red letters on both doors.
"I," I said, running my hands through my hair as I stepped back to take in the woman that wouldn't let me through.
What did she know anyways? What exactly was her problem?
I had to be in that emergency room right now.
I needed to be.
"Please, I have to…" I trailed off again as the nurse slowly shook her head sympathetically, placing her hands on my shoulder and maneuvering me towards some blue plastic chairs on the side of the hallway.
I sighed and felt a tiny swelling in my throat as I glanced at the doors again, tapping my foot repeatedly on the floor. I put the fingers on my right hand in my mouth, beginning to chew off my overgrown nails anxiously.
I stared between the nurse, who stood at her station on the phone, and the doors that seemed to make me imagine the worst things that they could possibly be doing to her at that very moment; as I contemplated ignoring her instructions and bursting those doors down with the very little strength I had left.
Sighing, I placed my head in my hands, before running my fingers through my hair again.
Slowly, I leaned back in the chair and took in deep breaths, replaying the events of that night over and over again in my head.
What had I done?