Deborah Morgan (i_unmask) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-03-12 16:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | deborah morgan, james wilson, zz:status complete |
Exam Room Three (Wilson)
Debra Morgan left police head quarters. Her desk continued to remain the only landmark that she recognized, which she quickly lost in the shifting streets behind her. The detective started to panic.
Her first thoughts were deeply entrenched in denial. This was obviously a dream. Except Deb had never dreamt in color before or in such lucid detail. Her next thought was madness which she quickly rejected. The third thought: head trauma, perhaps a concussion. As she came to this more acceptable conclusion, Deb found herself facing The City Hospital.
She spent thirty minutes sitting in the hospital clinic waiting room, spending a fraction of that time filling out paper work. She still wore her badge, her shoulder holster barely visible from an open blazer which Debra spotted a young boy eagerly peeking glimpses of.
"Debra Morgan?" the nurse asked. The detective followed her into examination room three. Debra removed her blazer, holster and badge and set them neatly on a counter top. The nurse took her blood pressure and asked only a few questions before leaving. "The doctor will be with you shortly."
She opted to sit in one of the chairs in leu of the paper covered examination bench and waited.