Just… just that I’m in the hospital, I’m a bit bruised up, but I’ll be fine. And I’ll be out in a day or so. Call me Kenzie, you know me Brook, so you don’t have to call me Ms. York. Oh… I - when will I find out if it’s a concussion or not? I was attacked Saturday night. What is today? How… how much blood did I loose? Yeah… I still feel the drugs. Is that what one of these IV’s is? That’s fine… I don’t want to sleep, you can wake me up every hour.
Alright, as you wish. And of course, I just thought it might do some good to try and be at least a little bit professional but—That’s perfectly fine. I’ll have Doctor Rick come in and take a little examination to determine that. He wanted to know when you woke up… Ah, about that… When I said last night… It wasn’t exactly—I was told to ease you into it but clearly I’m about to a shite job of it. Yes, you were attacked Saturday night and it’s um… It’s Tuesday. You lost enough to keep you comatose for a while. The IVs are taking care of your fluids, keeping you hydrated. They are loaded with lots of good things to keep you healthy. Alright. Will you.. I also have to ask… Will you need to see someone? PTSD is quite common in these sorts of situations and we just want you to know that it’s offered free of charge to talk to someone.
I just want to go home. Wait… on second thought… I’ll give you the contact information to alert my family, but please… make it sound better than it is, I don’t want to worry them. Yeah… my head still hurts. I can hear a slight ringing. A concussion? I was? How long have I been out? Oh… that’s okay. It’s not your fault.
What would you like me to tell them, Ms. York? Possibly a concussion, that’s my best guess but Doctor Rick is the one who’s in charge of your stay here. From what I know, you were unconscious when they brought you in from last night. And you woke up not too long ago. So, quite a while, I’d gather. You lost a severe amount of blood so that would definitely put you into an unconscious, comatose like state until your blood levels evened out. The medication they gave you also aided in the unconscious bit but you should be fine on the head end. However, if you do have a concussion, we will come and wake you up every hour or so, just to be on the safe side.
Okay… okay. Thank you, that’s all I wanted to know. I just want to go home, that’s the only thing. Okay. Broken leg… my leg is broken? No. I can’t have a broken leg. What… what about my head? I… I hurt it… from the animal. Wait… who brought me in? How’d I get here?
I realize you do and I would too if I were in your situation butt his is your best bet of getting back on your feet as quickly as possible. I’m sorry but I’m afraid it is. Your head—Is it feeling slightly ringy and aching? We think you might be sporting a concussion, not to mention you were unconscious for quite an allotted amount of time from what I was told. A young man, that’s all I know. I started my shift this morning so I wasn’t round when you were brought in. I wish I could be more helpful.
Look you don’t have to tell me about the results if you don’t want to, but I want you to tell me what kinds of tests they are running on me. I want to know. I do have family, and I do have friends, but I don’t want to make them worry. I’ll be fine. How did I get here? Wait, a day or two? What if it’s more? I don’t want to stay here. What are my injuries? What’s wrong with me?
They are making sure there are no strains of infection or rabies in your system. Making sure you iron levels, blood cell count and everything is in the normal range. Seemingly mindless tests that are kind of grueling on the person having them done to. I promise you, they won’t do anything that you really don’t want them to do. Just what’s best. I highly doubt you’ll be here more but.. It’s all on how well the medication works and what the doctor recommends. Nothing is wrong with you, Kenzie. You have a broken leg, multiple abrasions… And then there are the… Gashes. From the animal.
Yeah… yeah it was an animal. What tests? Tell me. I… no. There’s no one to call, I don’t want to worry anyone. I’m fine. I just want to go home.
The tests are for your doctor to go over you with, I’m just here to make sure your vitals are good and that you’re stable. Also to see if you have any familial contacts or friends who might want to know where you’re located. Sad to say, you were in pretty bad condition last night so we will probably need to have you stay for another day or two at the most. With injuries like yours, you’re going to need time and good care. Which I know for a fact, Beacon Hills Memorial does very good with caring for it’s patients.
Rabies? An… an animal? I - I… an animal? My red blood cell count? Other things? What other things?
That’s what the doctors are deducing, yes. I’m so sorry. Just… Lots of tests. Typical hospital procedure. But not to worry, you’re going to be okay. Is there anyone we can call to alert that you’re in the hospital?
What? What tests?
For… Rabies. It seems you were attacked by an.. An animal. There are other ones to do with your red blood cell count and—Other things, but you’re going to be fine.
Where am I? What happened?
You’re in Beacon Hills Memorial. Just take it easy, alright? We’re just running a few tests right now.
"Delightful? Thanks…guess it is." Zoey asked with surprise in her tone. Some people would respond with ‘oh cool’ or ‘oh…a bartender, that’s interesting’, so Brooke’s reply was refreshing. "A scotch and soda." It was so hard to not repeat with the accent, but the drink she’d remember. "I’ll be sure to remember that if you ever come to the bar I work at." The expression in Brooke’s features seemed to dim slightly for a second before the other woman shook her head. If Zoey knew her better, she would’ve asked what was wrong. Not yet, anyway. She raised a brow in amusement when Brooke revealed that she’d guessed her job occupation right. "Huh, look at that. Just a wild guess—you look like the nurse type. Act like the nurse type, I dunno. No offense, if there’s anything that could be offensive in what I just said."
A smirk appeared, Brooke looking over at Zoey as she set down her coffee cup momentarily. “Well I’d have to know the name of your workplace before I start frequenting bars to try and track you down.” The nurse flushed, immediately biting her lip as her eyes went wide and she looked anywhere but the other girl for several moments. Could she just not be a complete git for once? Finally reeling in her composure, Brooke held up her hands in mock surrender. “I promise you I was not trying to sound creepy in the slightest…” Luckily Zoey had something about her being a nurse so she could talk about that instead. “No offense taken! I just didn’t know I had the nurse chic going on.”
Zoey let out a small sigh of relief when Brooke didn’t try to push past her very unconvincing lie. She didn’t know if the other woman had any idea about the monsters that existed, or if she was one. If she was, she was way better than the douche-y werewolf that had come storming into Charlotte’s apartment. ”I’m a bartender.” She shrugged, knowing it wasn’t the most ideal jobs in the world, but for her it was fun. Something she enjoyed doing. “What about you? Something cool like…a nurse?”
"A bartender! How delightful! You’ll have to excuse me but I’m not really a big liquor person but I do enjoy a scotch and soda from time to time." Brooke wished she didn’t sound so damned British all the time but it was kind of something she’d never been able to escape due to her mum and dad. But then… They were gone and God knows where her older brother and younger sister were, the two siblings having left before the alpha had killed her parents. Shaking her head from the memory, Brooke’s jaw soon dropped in shock. "Are you a mind reader? Because that is, quite literally, my job occupation." Brooke took a sip of her coffee, her right eyebrow raised in curiosity and bemusement.