Wild Fiction

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‘Please,’ the author gasped pulling an inhaler out of his breast pocket and sucking on it. ‘We need to get there quickly.’
‘Where’s the hospital?’ she said pushing herself up in her seat and ramming the gear stick forward dropping a gear.
‘That way, Fulham Palace Road, Charing Cross Hospital,’ the author’s words rasped as he pointed across her.
Rebecca switched on the emergency lights and with her hand flat against the horn she pulled across two lanes of traffic and followed the author’s waving arm. She saw the red and white A&E sign at the last minute. Yanking the steering wheel, she pulled into the ambulance-parking bay closest to the door.
‘I need help,’ she shouted as she ran inside. ‘That man’s having an asthma attack.’
Two men in green overalls followed her outside, loaded the author onto a trolley, and wheeled him in. Rebecca ran next to the trolley looking down at the author. Her face was sheet white. ‘Were you being serious about my survival depending on yours?’ she asked him. He nodded at her as they pushed him through another door. A large nurse in a blue uniform with bright maroon epaulets prevented Rebecca from going any further.
‘You’ll have to wait out here Miss,’ Big Nurse said to her.
Rebecca stood staring through the glass windows, tears streaming down her face. Black lines of running mascara imprisoned her features. She watched as a doctor in a white coat held a mask over the author’s face. His chest was rising and falling quickly as he struggled for breath. His breathing pattern quickly returned to normal and he pulled the mask away from his face and talked to the doctor. He was waving his arms around and pointing towards Rebecca. The doctor put the mask back on his face and came out to her.
‘Is he all right?’ Rebecca was pulling at the bottom of her jacket with clenched fingers.
‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor said. ‘I’m just a little bit concerned about you and so is he. I’m going to give you something for your nerves.’
‘I’m fine, my nerves are fine, I don’t need anything,’ her voice quavered as she replied.
‘Come with me,’ he said taking her by the arm. Rebecca resisted him until Big Nurse made a move towards them. The doctor took her into a small room and sat her on the examining couch.
‘Take off your jacket and roll up your sleeves,’ he said to her.
Rebecca did not move.

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