|Kal Weber | Maui (manaiakalani) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2017-12-18 10:45:00
|Entry tags:||coyote, maui|
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Who: Chris & Kal.
What: Chris gets a phone call intended for Kal.
Where: Good Samaritan Hospital.
When: Dec. 18
Chris pulled cabinet doors open and shut, leaning back on his good leg to mark off their disposition on an inventory list for a new property he was about to put on the market. The work kept him busy, his mind off of everything else swirling around him that was out of control. There were a few tenants he had a showing with later that day; everything had already been planned and accounted for, so when his phone vibrated in his pocket, his brow furrowed.
Tucking the list under one arm and pulling the phone out didn't provide any answers; the number wasn't in his phone, and he didn't immediately recognize it. Hitting the 'Accept Call' button, he put it to his ear.
"Mr. Cristobal Rodriguez?" A serious female voice inquired.
"Uh, yes, this is he."
"You're listed as the next emergency contact down for a Mrs. Ali'ikai Mahi`ai, after Kahale Weber. Mr. Weber wasn't answering so we're contacting you—"
"Wait, what? What's wrong?"
"Mrs. Mahi`ai suffered a fall at home; she's here with us at Good Samaritan Hospital, but we've been trying to contact next of kin for a few hours now. We have some paperwork, and a few decisions that Mrs. Mahi`ai can't make for herself while she's unconscious. Are you in a position to do this?"
Chris worked his jaw for a moment; memories of his own grandmother's fall, of how she'd been rushed to the hospital, his mother likely getting a call the same as this. He found himself nodding, only to have the woman (a nurse, most likely, unable to see his movement and running on too little sleep to play such games) ask him again.
"Yes, I'll be there..." He looked at his watch, an analog thing held over from his grandfather. "Within the next 15 minutes."
"Good; please walk through into the ER and up to the nurse's station and we'll get you to where you need to be."
She clicked off without so much as a goodbye, but Chris had to imagine there were more calls to make, more patients to see, more family members to get a hold of. Chris had no idea where Kal was—overseas, maybe, somewhere mucking about in a jungle. Despite the mixed feelings that surged up when thinking of the man (his former best friend? What were they now?), Chris set the paperwork he'd been working on on the kitchen counter and made his way as quickly as possible to the door.