Chad burst into the room where Mikhail and the chick were (thank God) only talking.
The chick begged “Can I please come?” obviously because she wanted to get him alone, the same way she had been pestering him since she got there.
“Do you even know who she is?” he asked. The chick claimed she did but he doubted it. The more pressing issue was that they didn’t know where Brad went or even who Brad was. And Tiffany, of course.
When they got down to the lobby, Chad threw his arms over the security desk and grasped the edge of it. “Have you seen Brad?” he demanded.
The guard leaned back and smirked as she played with a pencil. “Saw him leave with that hot mess.”
“Hot mess? What are you talking about?”
“The hot mess. Your girlfriend.”
He slapped his profusely sweating forehead. Brad was with Tiffany. No, no—it wasn’t like that—he was upset that Tiffany took Brad with her, not that Brad chose to go with her. Obviously.
The three of them exited the building and looked around. None of them had a car available. Chad’s father hadn’t let him bring his Lamborghini with him “to teach him the value of being a pro-football player,” the chick had stopped driving for some lame reason or other, and the serial killer was too broke for a car. So they decided to call a cab.
When the big yellow taxi cab arrived, Chad put his foot down. “I’m not sitting next to someone who looks like a serial killer,” he said, pointing to Mikhail. “She can sit in the middle.” The chick was the lesser of two evils, he figured.
They arrived at the hospital and entered the walk-in area of the emergency room. Chad rushed to the front desk where a triage nurse was speaking to a staff member. “Did a couple come in here looking for someone?”
The nurse looked confused. “Are you looking for a patient or are you here for yourself?”
“No! Someone was taken here after a fall and I want to know if a couple came here looking for her.”
“Oh, you are referring to the fall accident patient. May I take your names, please? And then I’ll have you sit down and wait until she is stabilized and a room becomes available.”
“How long is the wait?”
The nurse smiled with half her mouth. “That’s difficult to say. I’d get myself a cup of coffee if I were you.”
Needless to say, if you, dear reader, have ever been to an ER, you are well aware that they waited for a very long time. During this time, Chad shook his foot up and down, the chick looked at her hands, and Mikhail walked around and stared at the people coming in and out.
Finally, the nurse returned. “Your friend has been placed into a room and you can visit her for a little while.”
Chad said, “Well, I’m going up to wait for Brad and Tiffany.”
The chick replied, “I’m going up too. Someone should at least see if she’s okay. It’s probably a good sign that they moved her out of here to a room, right?
The serial killer said, “Not interested. I’ll stay down here in the waiting room.”
The elevator attendant directed Chad and the girl to one of the many elevators. Chad tapped his foot and sighed. Why did he have to be in the elevator with this chick? He suddenly remembered that Tiffany was Vanessa’s sister (a fact he had only just learned a couple of hours ago). If she wasn’t already at the hospital, where did she take Brad?