plate on floor next to him. As he lifted his stretched-out shirt over his large belly to wipe his mouth, he spotted a hospital sign. A new plan struck him immediately. Robert started the car and headed up the road. He grabbed his wallet out of the console, and shoved it under the seat. Concocting a story was going to be simple; doctors are idiots, nurses are women. This would be easy. Easy peasy !
Robert parked on the other side of the building and walked around to the emergency room. He became more pissed off with each step he took. He kept thinking about that blasted parking structure. He hated his stupid wife and was glad she was dead. When Robert walked inside, the girl sitting behind the desk had a name tag. Her first initial was "R" and he wanted to punch her just in case her name was Renee.
"May I help you?" the bimbo asked.
"I need to see a doc. I was fishing and fell on some rocks. I busted up my arm pretty good." Robert took off his bandage, just to gross her out.
"Do you have some identification?" Bimbo needed to be slapped around.
"No, I lost my wallet in the lake." Robert was proud of himself for his quick thinking again.
"What's your name, Sir?" Bimbo asked.
"Lawrence Smith." That's a mighty fine name , thought Robert.
"Have a seat right here, and I'll get someone to come and help you," R. Bimbo picked up the phone.
A nurse came out, another blonde, and escorted Robert back to an examination room. She looked at his arm, and then up at his face.
"Let me go get the doctor, Mr. Smith. My name's Amee and I'll be your nurse. I'll be back in a jiff to get an IV started and get some blood work on you."
How 'bout you just stick the needle in your ass . He wanted to laugh, but he knew better.
Robert looked out the door and into the hall. The stupid nurse left it open, so everyone who walked by, stared at him. If there weren't so many people around, he'd punch each one of the Nosey Bastards in the throat. Finally, the doctor walked in. A Jock , Robert concluded. The man was young and muscular, but The Freakin' King of the Jungle was waaayyy smarter than him.
"Mr. Lawrence Smith? I'm Doctor Jefferson. How'd you break your arm?"
He smells like garlic , thought Robert. Doctor Garlic.
"I fell on some rocks when I was fishing. Lost my wallet and everything." The idiot doesn't even read the damn chart first.
"Are you here by yourself?"
"Yep. I was on vacation and slipped and fell." Robert wished he'd hurry the hell up and shut it.
"Well, Lawrence, you have what's called a compound fracture. We're going to have to do surgery to fix this kind of break. The nurse will be back in shortly to make you more comfortable. I'm going to call the orthopedic surgeon on staff to come and see you."
Robert was grateful that Doctor Garlic, got out of his face. He wasn't happy about sitting there forever, while the stupid nurse took her damn time. When she walked into his room and smiled, Robert wanted to flip her off.
"I need you to put this gown on for me, and then I'll start your IV. Do you need some help?"
When the nurse took Robert's big shirt sleeve, and began to slide it off of his good arm, he wanted to slap her back to the circus. He knew he couldn't cause a fuss here, though, so he let her.
After the nurse started the IV, she made Robert feel very fuzzy. He could hardly stay awake long enough to talk to the Old-Man surgeon. Robert hoped he wouldn't keel over dead while he was operating. He signed his name on a sheet of paper, and almost screwed up. Lawrence Smith, Lawrence Smith, Lawrence Smith. He couldn't tell anyone—
Robert startled awake as he was being rolled down the hall on the stretcher.
Chapter 6
Jacob Montclair slowly opened his eyes when he heard the familiar voices of his brothers, Sean and Tyler. One of the biggest jokes in the family was about Sean's driving; he had the worst lead foot of anyone he'd ever met. Jacob could only imagine how fast he'd driven to get them to the hospital. The
Robert parked on the other side of the building and walked around to the emergency room. He became more pissed off with each step he took. He kept thinking about that blasted parking structure. He hated his stupid wife and was glad she was dead. When Robert walked inside, the girl sitting behind the desk had a name tag. Her first initial was "R" and he wanted to punch her just in case her name was Renee.
"May I help you?" the bimbo asked.
"I need to see a doc. I was fishing and fell on some rocks. I busted up my arm pretty good." Robert took off his bandage, just to gross her out.
"Do you have some identification?" Bimbo needed to be slapped around.
"No, I lost my wallet in the lake." Robert was proud of himself for his quick thinking again.
"What's your name, Sir?" Bimbo asked.
"Lawrence Smith." That's a mighty fine name , thought Robert.
"Have a seat right here, and I'll get someone to come and help you," R. Bimbo picked up the phone.
A nurse came out, another blonde, and escorted Robert back to an examination room. She looked at his arm, and then up at his face.
"Let me go get the doctor, Mr. Smith. My name's Amee and I'll be your nurse. I'll be back in a jiff to get an IV started and get some blood work on you."
How 'bout you just stick the needle in your ass . He wanted to laugh, but he knew better.
Robert looked out the door and into the hall. The stupid nurse left it open, so everyone who walked by, stared at him. If there weren't so many people around, he'd punch each one of the Nosey Bastards in the throat. Finally, the doctor walked in. A Jock , Robert concluded. The man was young and muscular, but The Freakin' King of the Jungle was waaayyy smarter than him.
"Mr. Lawrence Smith? I'm Doctor Jefferson. How'd you break your arm?"
He smells like garlic , thought Robert. Doctor Garlic.
"I fell on some rocks when I was fishing. Lost my wallet and everything." The idiot doesn't even read the damn chart first.
"Are you here by yourself?"
"Yep. I was on vacation and slipped and fell." Robert wished he'd hurry the hell up and shut it.
"Well, Lawrence, you have what's called a compound fracture. We're going to have to do surgery to fix this kind of break. The nurse will be back in shortly to make you more comfortable. I'm going to call the orthopedic surgeon on staff to come and see you."
Robert was grateful that Doctor Garlic, got out of his face. He wasn't happy about sitting there forever, while the stupid nurse took her damn time. When she walked into his room and smiled, Robert wanted to flip her off.
"I need you to put this gown on for me, and then I'll start your IV. Do you need some help?"
When the nurse took Robert's big shirt sleeve, and began to slide it off of his good arm, he wanted to slap her back to the circus. He knew he couldn't cause a fuss here, though, so he let her.
After the nurse started the IV, she made Robert feel very fuzzy. He could hardly stay awake long enough to talk to the Old-Man surgeon. Robert hoped he wouldn't keel over dead while he was operating. He signed his name on a sheet of paper, and almost screwed up. Lawrence Smith, Lawrence Smith, Lawrence Smith. He couldn't tell anyone—
Robert startled awake as he was being rolled down the hall on the stretcher.
Chapter 6
Jacob Montclair slowly opened his eyes when he heard the familiar voices of his brothers, Sean and Tyler. One of the biggest jokes in the family was about Sean's driving; he had the worst lead foot of anyone he'd ever met. Jacob could only imagine how fast he'd driven to get them to the hospital. The
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