Let’s Just Get Me Checked Out And Out Of Here

Let's just get me checked out and out of


“Does he have ID on him?” Genesis asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yeah,” Chris said. He opened a wallet he was holding and took the ID out. “Name is Mark Washburn. He also had this bag of money and this gun.”
Chris mentioned the gun and stared at Genesis. She was sure that he was thinking about the man shooting at her and wondering if she had been shot. She was still trying to figure that one out herself. The paramedics tried to get her onto the stretcher.
“What’s your name?” she asked the man to her right.
“Listen Mario, I’m fine. You can go.”
Mark is loaded onto the second stretcher and carried from the building. The two officers follow behind.
“She’s going to Beth-Israel,” Chris said.
“Can I at least walk?”
“No,” Chris responded.
That settled that. Genesis wanted to argue with Chris about how she was capable of walking on her own two feet but she knew that it would do no good. He was her friend but at this moment he was her superior and if he said that she had to get on the stretcher and go to the hospital then that’s what she had to do.
Genesis scooted onto the stretcher and laid back. The paramedics picked her up and carried her from the building. She knew the trip was pointless but kept her mouth shut.
The ambulance came to a stop and the motion jolted Genesis awake. She hadn’t realized that she had fallen asleep. Mario opened the doors and started to remove her stretcher.
“Mario, can we make a compromise?”
“What do you mean?”
“Since I’m sure you won’t let me walk, can we do a wheelchair and not the stretcher?”
Mario thought about it for a minute. “Okay. Sure. Wait here.” He disappeared into the hospital. He returned with a wheelchair and helped Genesis out of the ambulance and into the chair. Mario wheeled her inside and over to the admittance desk.
Genesis hadn’t been paying attention when Chris said where she would be taken. When she saw the petite Hispanic nurse behind the desk she knew exactly where she was.
“Genesis. Are you okay?” the nurse asked.
“Hi Adrianna. Yeah, I’m fine. In fact I shouldn’t even be here.”
“She fell from the third floor in a building.”
She turned around to see Chris standing behind her. Where did he come from?
“Oh dear. Do you want me to call Isis?” Adrianna asked.
“No,” Genesis answered quickly. “Let’s just get me checked out and out of here.”
There was no way that she could let her younger sister know that she was in the ER. It would become a big thing and that was the last thing she wanted. Especially because she felt fine and would have to explain it.
“Okay, well let’s get you into a room,” Adrianna said. She stepped from behind the desk and over to Genesis.
“Do I have to fill anything out?”
“Nope. Isis had paperwork on file for all of you girls and she makes sure they are updated regularly,” Adrianna said.
Isis was Genesis’ younger sister by two years. She worked at Beth Israel as a nurse in the Emergency Room which was why Genesis didn’t want her to find out that she was there. She didn’t want to freak her out.
Adrianna pushed Genesis through a set of automatic doors that lead to the rest of the hospital.
Genesis sat in the exam room growing impatient by the second. Not only was Isis a nurse at the hospital but she was also due for work at any minute. The last thing she needed was for Isis to show up and find her there.
Just as Genesis was working up the nerve to leave the room and demand that someone see her, the door opened. In walked one of the most beautiful black men that she believed she’d ever seen. He looked like an African God.


Author: TaQuanda Taylor

TaQuanda Taylor is a native of Rochester, NY. She studied at School of the Arts high school as a drama major. TaQuanda moved to Brooklyn, NY in 2007. In 2011 TaQuanda made an active decision to pursue a career in writing. She enrolled in the Creative Writing for Entertainment program at Full Sail University where she is working on her Bachelors degree in Fine Arts.

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