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The car pulls up to the emergency entrance, and Noah’s on the move. Gets out and motions for me to slide his way.
“I’m all right, Noah. This isn’t an emergency.”
“We’ll let the doctors be the judge of that. Now, come on.” He leans into the car and takes my hand. “Please.”
There’s that little boy again. Poor thing.
I slide his way and get out.
He goes to pick me up.
“No… I’m walking, or I’m not going.”
He can see my resolve and loops an arm around my waist in case I should fall. “Whatever you say.”
“Thank you.”
My first step is a little shaky, but it improves from there. They must have somebody on watch inside because a nurse in uniform comes out pushing a wheelchair. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I answer.
“There is, too,” Noah says. “She’s hot and pale and can barely stand. You need to help her.” There might have been a shrill to his tone at the end of that sentence.
The nurse must’ve caught it, too. “Everything will be all right, sir. We’ll take care of her.” She takes my elbow. “Here. Sit down.”
“I can walk.”
“I need you to sit. It’s the way we do things.” She gives me a tight smile, and I give in. Plop down. “Thank you.”
She wheels me inside while Noah shadows us. We stop in front of the reception desk.
“We don’t have time for this,” Noah says. “You need to look at her right goddamn now.”
“Sir.” The receptionist. “We know what we’re doing. Okay?”
She waits for Noah to respond, and he does with a nod.
“Good. Now, miss. Do you have your insurance card?”
“Jesus Christ!”
I glance up and over my shoulder. “It’s okay, Noah. She’s just doing her job.”
“Her job is to make sure you’re all right.”
“Please, sir. The more you interrupt, the longer it will take for us to examine her. Do you understand?”
He breathes and nods.
“Now, miss. Back to the insurance?”
“I don’t have it on me. Don’t have anything on me. We left home in a hurry.”
“Look,” Noah says. “She nearly fainted, all right? She’s pale. Something is wrong. Can you please do something?” He takes his wallet from his pocket. Digs out some credit cards and an insurance card and lays them on the desk. “Listen, whatever it costs, I can cover. So, please, just look at her.”
“Okay, sir.” The receptionist nods at the nurse. She pushes me away.
“Thank you,” Noah says and follows.
