@Desticakes: You called?
Emmett
The boy looks like the new girl, Joanna; well-fed. This is why I stare back, trying to gauge his secrets, but I'm sure he only stares at me because I look like him.
He's a pothead, that much is clear by the stains on his fingers and lips, but he still has weight on him, still has white teeth. He looks like a pothead from Before, and I hate him for interrupting the balance of Complete Lowlife and Surviving Well. It reminds me of another girl I see around sometimes; Jane Wills.
"Would you happen to have a Kristin Piest here?"
I sigh. This happens all the time. People place their hopes in finding someone long-lost here, or someone who tried to get here and didn't make it.
"No."
He looks a little frantic, and I almost feel bad for a moment, but move to shut the big hospital doors. He reaches in and grabs my wrist. He's a lot bigger than me. I'm hungry, overworked, and skinny, but he is built. He will always win.
"Listen, I don't know of anybody by that name. I can't help you."
He stares at me, and I'm a little scared. He could hurt me, kill me, if he wanted. "What's your name?"
Everyone around already knows it, so I don't bother hiding it. "Emmett."
With that, he laughs and lets go of my wrist. Under his breath he mutters something about easy. I rub my wrists sorely. "Emmett,just let me look around, please. I need to know if she made it."
"Listen, I don't know you. I need to protect my patients. I'm all they have. I don't care who this girl is to you, I can't-"
"She probably gave you the wrong name or something, the ass." He pushes past me. "Kristen?"
He yells into the ER, but we moved Joanna earlier into one of the other rooms, so he wasn't disrupting anybody.
"Hey, stop!" was feeling restless, out of control in my own place. My hands started shaking. "Stop!"
He kept going, peering into a few different rooms until he got to Joanna's.
"Kristen."
"Chayt."
Sometimes I really hate my job.
I go in after 'Chayt', staring at a now-clothed Joanna. If I hated her before for being fed and in good heath, I now despised her for certainly having lied. The truth is what keeps me alive, and I can't have that taken away from me.
"Listen, Joanna or Kristen or whatever, just got here yesterday. She's pretty goddamn sick and I take it on me to help her, so you two can be quiet and figure things out or you can leave. It's my hospital, and want it to be treated as such," I say, eying 'Chayt'. "Okay?"
Kristen or Joanna or whatever won't look at me. "Okay. Thank you Emmett. Listen, I'm sorry. You deserve the full-"
"I don't want it. I'll hurt too much." There's a tapping at the Druggie entrance, which could only mean one thing. "Listen, I'll be back. I have her medicine, so it's no good leaving. I know people who can come after you. Just figure stuff out, okay?"
I leave, going through to the back entrance, taking my time. The knocks are quiet now. She is waiting.
I open the door for her, and she stands there, unarmed and broken, like she always does. She'll grab the drugs she doesn't use- I know she hardly ever does- and go back to her Scarlet district. She's an enigma, and I like to pretend that I know her.
"Jane. What do you want?"
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