The Overwhelming Senses

Emerson was driving the car and kept giving the reports about patients lying in his car to the doctor.

“Maybe the shock was too much. Okay, I will get everything ready. When will you reach?” asked Ernesta.

“Five more minutes!” said Emerson and sped up the car. “You know his blood group, right?”

“I said I will get everything ready, and before you arrive, everything will be ready. Just get here!” snapped Ernesta.

He parked the car with a jerk near the emergency area of the hospital. An average-height, curvy woman dressed in brown scrubs came running towards the car with a large convoy. All the nurses and doctors dressed in yellow isolation gowns surrounded the car, and one of them opened the door. One nurse entered inside the car and lifted Kingsley as fast as possible. They put him on a stretcher and wheeled him inside.

“This is my friend, David May. He will attend to that woman. We will take care of both of them, don’t worry!” said Ernesta.

Emerson ran behind the nurses and the doctors and saw them wheeling both Rose and Kingsley into separate rooms for preliminary tests. He didn’t know what to do, where to go. He just knew that he was not allowed inside the rooms where the doctors were working. He stared through the window and saw Ernesta cutting into Kingsley’s clothes. All his clothes were bloody now.

The moment she cut into the tied apron, the blood started oozing out. A nurse pressed a gauze on the wound and tried hard to stop the bleeding. Another doctor was working on getting an X-ray of Kinsgley’s arm. They had to find out how much damage they were dealing with. Emerson’s heart was beating out of his chest. He just wanted Kingsley to be alright.

A lot of people were working on Kingsley, one was covering his head with a hairnet, one was draping his body with cloth, one was looking for his vein to insert the IV, one placed the cardiac patches on his chest. Everything was happening so fast that it made Emerson’s head spin.

The next second, everyone started wheeling Kingsley out of the room. He wanted to ask what they were doing, but the other doctor came up to him and interrupted his thoughts. “Excuse me! What did you say the name of the woman was?”

“Uh… what?” asked Emerson as he didn’t hear what the doctor asked. He was too occupied with Kingsley’s health.

“The woman you brought! What is her name?” asked the doctor.

Emerson blinked once and tried thinking hard, first for the doctor’s name. he was sure that Ernesta had told him about the doctor’s name, but he could not recall it. He had to look at his name on the scrubs, but it was hidden by the isolation gown.

“I am sorry, you are?” asked Emerson.

“David May! Doctor Cannon just told you.”

“Right, sorry! So much is happening,” replied Emerson.

“How is the boss? Where is the boss?” The other bodyguards came running after parking their car.

“Everyone, stop!” shouted Emerson. All the noises, all the chaos, all the adrenaline in his system were overwhelming his senses. “Okay, one at a time! You, go!” he ordered the doctor first.

“Do you know the name of the woman you brought?” asked David.

“No, she never told me. She just fainted right before my eyes. And she was saying bizarre things. She kept calling the boss ‘she’ even though she knew he is a he. Maybe shock or something else. Do check for her eyes,” said Emerson. “But again, she was on his chest, trying to protect him with her teeny-tiny body, so I think she must have known that the boss is a he. Maybe it’s shock just like Ernesta said, but please check for her brain.”

“Okay! Anything else?” asked David.

“Um… I don’t think so,” said Emerson. David nodded and walked away to take care of Rose.

Emerson then turned around to look at his fellow colleagues. “They wheeled the boss away. They did the preliminary tests, and I think they took him to an operating room. He was losing blood. We will have to wait for someone to come and talk to us. In the meantime, please do me a favour, take this key and move the car from the emergency lane,” said Emerson and handed the key to Deep.

Deep simply nodded and walked out. When he came back, he saw Emerson and others waiting in the lobby while frantically talking on the phone. It was clear that they were mobilising their men for Kingsley’s safety. Half the men were called to the hospital, and the other half were made to scatter all through the town to find Darcy and his men.

Soon, David came to find Emerson. He placed the phone back in his pocket and stood tall. “Um… she is doing fine now. She had increased blood pressure and a high level of CO2 in her blood. All her blood tests and elevated blood pressure, mixed with her cold hands and feet, indicate that she had a panic attack. We have given her an IV. She is sleeping it off. We have shifted her to a private room. You can go and talk to her when she wakes up.”

“So, she is fine. No danger? What about her brain?” asked Emerson.

“The MRI is normal. She is perfectly fine. Maybe after seeing you all 'mafia guys’ she panicked,” said David while lowering his voice when he said ‘mafia guys’.

“You know you are not supposed to call us mafia, right? And now you have seen our faces, you work for us,” said Emerson in a menacing tone.

“I know!! Isn’t this exciting!!” David almost clapped his hands in excitement. “I will never tell anyone about you, don’t worry. I know you will kill me if I open my mouth.” David pinched his forefinger and thumb and moved his fingers over his mouth, signalling that he was zipping up. Giggling and rubbing his hands in excitement, he walked away from Emerson and his men.

“Um… that was bizarre, right? asked Lang.

“Extremely bizarre!” replied Deep.

“Okay, one good news received! Let’s hope for another one,” sighed Emerson and glanced in the direction that everyone wheeled Kingsley in. He kept fidgeting with his fingers, trying to keep his mind busy. He didn’t want to think about what was going to happen to Kingsley.

“Do we tell him?” asked Deep.

“Who?” asked Lang.

“The Boss!” replied Deep.

“The boss is in this hospital. What are you talking about?” asked Lang.

“He is talking about The Boss, Egbert Cox!” interrupted Emerson.

“Ohhhh!!!” said Lang.

“Fine! fine! I will call him. The moment we hear anything about King, I will call him,” sighed Emerson, begrudgingly.