Who: Wally West, npc Linda, narrative. Where: Hospital in New York When: June 18, 2014 What: Oh noes, Linda is sick! Oh noes, Linda has a foreign body! Oh noes! There's more! Rating: PG
Wally was yanking on a sneaker, desperately trying not to trip as he came around the corner of the hospital and hurried in through the (far-too-slow) automatic doors. He leaned over the counter to stare at the triage nurse. “Park! Linda Park-West! I was told she was here? I’m her husband! Is she okay? She’s not hurt is she? Is it bad? Can I see her? I need to see her!”
The nurse blinked at him. “Uh, one moment. Let me call back. Have a seat please.”
Wally paced instead (sloooowly), trying to keep from vibrating. His mind was spinning through a thousand different scenarios as to what may have happened and going crazy wondering if she was all right. He hurried back to the nurse when she waved him over from the waiting area, pressing a button so the doors opened. She told him Linda just got back from some tests and the doctor still needed to see her before she was discharged. Wally did his absolute best to stride and not run.
Linda was in a hospital gown under one of the plain hospital blankets, tapping at her phone. Wally took a few seconds to stare at her. She seemed fine. Only a little of the worry left him as he stumbled into the room over his untied shoelace. She looked up and grinned in greeting.
“Well, hey there! Took you longer to get here than I thought.”
“Fr-front desk held me up.” He thumbed over his shoulder awkwardly, then dragged the stool the doctor usually sat in over by her side and gripped her hand. “What happened?”
Linda shook her head at him. “It’s stupid. I got dizzy at the studio, so they made me come in. Iiiii’m guessing it’s a good thing I did though?”
“Why, what’s wrong? Oh gawd, is something wrong?!”
“No. Nothing as far as I know.”
Wally’s brow pinched. “Then why did you get dizzy? Did you get dehydrated? Heat exhaustion from the studio lights? Was it the bad chinese that made your stomach upset? We’llnevergothereagain,Ipromise.”
“No, no, and no, the Chinese was actually probably fine. I was just a little sick.” She motioned to him, coaxing him down so she could scratch through his red hair. Wally folded his arms, chin resting atop them against the bed rail. Sometimes he was like a big hyperactive puppy, and this was a surefire way to get him to slow down. Her voice was playfully soothing as she started the camera running on her phone, Wally relaxing if still worried under her fingertips. “Now, I need you to do me a big favor and promise not to panic, or at least wait a bit to run to the South Pole to scream.”
“kay…”
“And you’re going to be a good supportive husband and we can both freak out together later once we’re home and not here.”
“Mm, kay, I can do that.”
“So about that health problem we thought we had-.”
The doctor quietly knocked and entered with Linda’s chart. Wally wondered why so many of them had glasses and bushy mustaches, but decided not to comment. It didn’t really diminish the man’s smile anyhow. “Is this the father?” he asked cheerfully.
Wally blinked and was about to ask him how old he thought he and Linda were. Honestly, there wasn’t that big of an age difference and he didn’t look older than--SCREECH!
Wally looked from the doctor, to Linda, to her phone that was recording him, back to the doctor. “No… way…” He looked back at Linda.
“Way,” Linda said with a smug smirk.
“No way!”
“Yes way!”
“Oh - Em- Jee- No freaking way! So all this time you've been--it's just 'cause--Holy freaking sauerkraut!”
"It's half your fault at least!" Linda complained playfully about her crabbiness the past weeks.
But Wally was grinning. “You're-'re-- we're-!” He looked at the phone, reaching forward to grab it. “Oh my gawd, people! We’re having a baby!”
“Hold on,” the doctor said, holding an index up before moving to hand them a piece of paper. “Before you go further with that thought. This is a print out of the ultrasound.” He used his pen to point. “See, now there’s one little bean… and heeeere is the second little bean.”
The couple looked at him, confused.
“Well, they look like beans right now. They’ll get bigger. But as you can see. One. Two.” The doctor smiled at their staring. “You’re having babies, as in plural.”
The phone camera caught the couple staring at the doctor with open mouths. Wally somehow recovered first, grabbing the phone. “Sorry folks. We're going to panic now, okay?” *click*