I rushed
back to the hospital from Rosslyn
and got there in about fifteen minutes. I hurried
down to B-1 and found an area
marked DIAGNOSTIC TESTING. It was late,
almost ten o' clock. No
one was at the front desk, so I
walked right past and down a little blue corridor
that looked eerie and foreboding at
that time of night.
As I approached
a room with COMPUTARIZED TOMOGRAPHY and MRI lettered
on the door, a technician appeared
from a doorway across the hall. He startled
me - I was walking in a fog. Thinking,
worrying about Jannie.
"Can
I help you? Are you supposed to be down here, sir?"
"I'm
Jammie Cross's father. I'm Detective Cross. She is having an MRI.
She had a seizure tonight."
The man
nodded. "She's down here. I'll show you the way. I believe she's
about halfway through the test. Our last
patient for the night."
James
Paterson - Roses are Red (2000)