Prompt 060

Title: Lycan Tales
Genre: Drama, suspense
Characters: Alana, an intern and doctors
Prompt: 060-Complicated
Word Count: 1,260
Rating: PG-13
Type: Series
Summary: A little scrap turns into a big problem
Warnings: None



She hated hospitals. No, hate wasn’t the right word. She despised hospitals with every fiber of her being. The germs. She crossed her arms and stared at the entrance to the germ infested facility. People came here to get well but before they got well they came here infected, bleeding, sneezing, coughing…
Shuddering, she wiped at the sweat on her forehead. But she didn’t really have a choice. This morning she woke up feeling fine but as the day progressed she had dealt with bouts of nausea and dizzy spells. Whatever it was it couldn’t be good. A car horn blew right next to her causing her to jump.
“Hey lady! Get out of the way! I got an emergency here!”

Heaving a sigh Alana trudged forward. One step at a time, she told herself as she looked down at her feet. One step at a time gets you where you need to go…not where she wanted to be. Where she wanted to be was at home, curled under a mountain of blankets. The doors whooshed open as she stepped closer and she could feel the cool air of the lobby and smell the bogus scent of a sterile environment.
“You can do this Lana,” she told herself. “If you don’t you’re going to go around looking like the King of Pop with a surgical mask on all the time." At that horrifying thought she quickly stepped into the hospital.

“I have an appointment with Dr. Nasri."
“Ms. Westfield? I see we have you down for an appointment at four. Unfortunately Dr. Nasri is in surgery. The procedure just started so I don’t know how long she’ll be. You can have a seat if you like. Also, could you feel out this paperwork? Just to update your information.”
“Sure.”
Alana started to reach for the clipboard but suddenly her heart started to beat fast, faster than what she knew to be normal, and it felt as if a tiny man was drilling in her brain as bursts of lights flashed in front of her eyes. She doubled over in pain and tried to reach for the ledge of the counter.

Her hands slipped off and she clenched her chest. Was she having a heart attack? She couldn’t be having a heart attack.
“Ma’am? Ma’am are you alright?”
“Does it look like I’m alright?” Alana was able to wheeze out that question as her knees gave away.

“Oh gosh! Ma’am, I’m just an intern. I don’t even want to be a nurse but my uncle says that I should! Ma’am? What should I do? I don’t know anything about…anything!”
Oh God, Alana thought as she hit the ground. I think the both of us are having heart attacks. The receptionist was clenching her hands to her own chest as she stared down in horror at her.
“Get…a…doctor!”
“Oh, right! Right!”
Alana’s eyes rolled back into her head and the last thought she had, before her face hit the linoleum, was that there had to be about a trillion germs residing on this floor.

She didn’t know how much time had passed but she could hear the faint sound of sneakers squeaking on linoleum and the steady beeping of a heart monitor coming somewhere from beside her. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before they opened.

Her heart thundered in her chest. Oh god, was she going blind? Had she had an aneurysm? Was she never going to be able to see Venice or Rome? Oh god, she’d never made it to Scotland.
“Here are your glasses,” the mysterious woman said before sliding them onto her face.
Alana blinked her into focus.

The woman checked her pulse before stepping away from her.
“It’s a good thing that I was just finishing up my shift. Diana was having a fit in the lobby and you were passed out on the floor. I had to give Diana a sedative to calm her nerves. My niece isn’t fit for the medical field. Anyways, how are you feeling?”
Alana swallowed. “My mouth is a little dry.”
“I gave you a mild sedative as well. Your heart was thundering in your chest. Do you have a history of heart problems in your family?”
“No. No, not at all.”
“So what were you doing here today?”
“I just came to see Dr. Nasri about a tetanus shot. I was…bit by a dog yesterday and I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
“I completely understand. Here, let’s have you sit up.”

Alana swung her legs over the edge of the bed and fisted her hands in the thin sheet as a bout of lightheadedness hit her. Her joints hurt. That was new. They hadn’t hurt when she woke up this morning. Maybe they hurt because she had hit the floor kind of hard.
“Hmm…still feeling lightheaded I see. We took a blood sample and sent it down to the lab for results so we should know something in a bit. I’m Dr. Vanderwall by the way.”
Vanderwall, Vanderwall…the name sounded familiar but Alana couldn’t really focus on anything right now. She squeezed her eyes shut as the room seemed to spin around her. “I can’t say it’s a pleasure to meet you. I hate hospitals.”
The doctor laughed and then tilting her head tapped her cheek. “Well, you look a little better. Try to stand for me.”

Alana stood and ground seemed to rush up to meet her. Faster than she could blink Dr. Vanderwall, where had she heard that name, righted her and placed a steadying hand on her forehead before stepping back.
“Are you pregnant?”
“WHAT?!” Alana squawked. “That’s kind of a personal question. I mean, I know you’re a doctor but you’re not my doctor and I’m really not comfortable discussing this with you. Seriously,” she said as she leaned backward on the bed.
Dr. Vanderwall crossed her arms as she studied her than smiled. “Alright, well Dr. Nasri-“
“Is right here. Hello Alana. I guess I don’t need to ask how you’re feeling do I?”

Dr. Nasri stepped into the room and greeted Alana with a warm smile and gently clasped her hand. “I know how much you hate hospitals, I can barely get you in here for your annual checkup, and now I think I might have an even tougher time of it,” she said with a laugh.
Alana didn’t laugh because she had been thinking the same thing. She had been feeling better outside the hospital.
“Could you step outside for a moment Alana? I want to discuss another case with Dr. Vanderwall.”
“Sure.”
Alana stepped outside and rummaging around in her purse, grabbed her sanitizer, squeezed some into her palm then slathered it on the side of her face that had hit the ground. Then, just for good measure, she repeated the procedure on the other half of her face.

“We received her preliminary blood tests back.”
“Yes, and? This doesn't really concern me Sophia. She's your patient.”
"Yes, but what we found doesn't affect just me."
Dom sighed. She didn't have time for word games. She still had to go and get her nails done for that society dinner Ethan had planned for tonight. After all these weeks of seeing or hearing nothing about Duncaine, Ethan was slowly relaxing his guard.
"I'm sure it doesn't concern me either Sophia."
"Yes Alpha, it does."
Dr. Nasri stepped closer and whispered in her ear.

Alana was just about to get something out of the vending machine when the door to her room flew open and Dr. Vanderwall ran out.
“Dr.? Is everything-“
She didn’t even spare her a glance as she raced toward the elevator. Alana dimly heard a ding as Dr. Nasri called her back into the room.
“Now let’s discuss some medication that I can give you to…”