The nurse and the male doctor she was talking with at the front desk furrowed their brows upon seeing soaking wet and muddy women with their upper halves only covered by the brassieres they adorned enter from the automatic glass doors.
Water dripped from their hairs and clothing, wetting the tiled floor of the hospital's reception area to the nurse's dismay.
Emily glared at them, "Are you just gonna gawk at us or actually do your jobs?"
With those words, the doctor rushed to their aid, attending to the red-faced woman first with the bleeding forehead. He took a small flashlight from his pocket, shining the light in each eye, "She might have a concussion."
He looked at the beautiful brunette who rushed in with the patient, "What happened?"
"Car accident," was Emily's simple response.
The doctor smiled in an attempt to woo Emily with his charms as he told her, "To do an accurate analysis I'll need a more detailed response than that."
