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Emily got the call in the middle of work and she'd clenched her jaw all the way to the hospital.
“Did you bring a pen?” Andy asked now, as she lay on a hospital bed with her right leg in a cast.
“How did this happen?!” Emily hissed, taking a seat at Andy's bedside. Not trusting the cleanliness of the floor, she kept her five thousand dollar bag in her lap.
They were in a semi private hospital room with a curtain between them and someone in a neck brace. Runway put Andy on decent health insurance at least.
Andy smiled awkwardly, “I got hit by a car.”
“I can bloody see that.”
“Well, it had to happen to both of us at some point. That's the rule.” Andy shrugged.
Emily groaned, “don't wish that on yourself.”
“I meant it more like a cosmic inevitability.”
“You don't believe in that stuff.”
Andy threw up her hands, “well, I was trying to make you laugh.”
“Tell funnier jokes.” Emily replied. She looked down and reached into her bag, pulling out an energy bar.
Emily tossed the snack over to Andy. “Here.”
“Oh!” Andy reached out to catch it and it fell into her lap with a rustle.
Andy tore off the head of the wrapping and took a massive bite. “Thank you—” she chewed, “no one will take my dollars for the vending machine…”
Emily closed her bag and listened to Andy complain.
“Like, I broke my leg four hours ago.” She moaned. “I'm hungry…”
“There's hospital food.” Emily told her unseriously.
“I'm not eating that…” Andy grumbled.
Emily resisted seizing and strangling Andy with the admittance that she only called her fourty-five minutes ago. Meaning that Andy sat in a hospital on her own for three hours when she didn't have to.
Andy finished the bar quickly and then tilted her head.
Emily made a face. “I don't have any more.”
Andy's puppy brown eyes batted at her.
“I wouldn't withhold them if I did.” Emily held her hands up.
Andy deflated a little and actually pouted, staring at the square pattern on the floor. Then a thought passed over her face and the hunger returned.
“I want pizza.” Andy informed her.
“We'll get you a Dominos.” Emily said, exasperated.
“No…” Andy said. “We have to eat locally.”
“Which local?” Emily grunted. “Why not eat greasy, overpriced food with a customer service to complain to when they mess it up?”
Andy clicked her tongue. “You're so cynical.”
Emily decided to change the subject before she started imagining herself with an 8’inch pizza in her lap. “How much longer are they keeping you for a broken leg?” Emily leaned forward in her chair to look out the door opposite.
“Are you in pain?” Emily asked her.
“I'm at a 4...” Andy said.
“Out of?”
“10?”
Emily sighed and relaxed a little. “Well there's that at least. Try buzzing a nurse.”
“That's for emergencies.” Andy refused.
“No, it's for assistance, and you've been sitting on your broken ass for four hours.”
“A relatively fast turn over.” Andy said brightly.
“The longer you stay in a hospital the more you're exposed to disgusting hospital air.” Emily complained. “Who knows what's brewing. That broken leg is going to make work hard enough for you, you don't need any more problems.”
“You're so concerned for me,” Andy held her chest, looking touched.
“You're not concerned enough.” Emily shot back.
She stood up and held her bag in one hand.
“I'm getting you discharged today. Maybe I'll remind someone you exist.” She announced.
“Hospitals are busy places,” Andy tried, but didn't argue with Emily leaving her there.
Emily got Andy pizza and home before it got dark. Andy would insist this meant the day wasn't so bad after all. Emily would roll her eyes because Andy's standards for a good day were utterly in the gutter.
“For a person with inspiring ambition you sure have low standards.”
“And for a person so pessimistic about their future you sure have a lot of them. But seriously, Em, do you have a pen? Sign my cast.”
“Yes…”