On My Own - Chapter Two - Jeffery Lumbart

On My Own
Chapter Two -
Jeffery Lumbart

When I awoke, I was in a small room surrounded by people. Faintly I could hear an annoying sound. It was as if the annoying sound was only muffled by one wall. Everything was still rather blurry. But I wasn't near that fire thank goodness! But what about Alyssa? I tried to bolt up. But something was stopping me. I was strapped by something, and to something quite uncomfortable.

"Where am I?" I croaked. my throat was sore. I didn't want to talk anymore now that my voice was this bad.

Someone laughed next to me, "You're in an ambulance on your way to the hospital. I would of thought you to guess with those sirens going. But maybe not. It's my first month, so I haven't got the hang of it yet. But you seem to not have any identification, so we can't know who you are. Plus, you had no one with you, so we don't know who your parents are either. Care to tell us?" the paremedic asked kindly. I squinted at his name tag. It said Jeffery. And he didn't look older then maybe 20, plus the fact that he was attractive.

"Oh... uhm. I really don't want to say Dr.-" I squinted again,"- Lumbart." To my surprize, everyone laughed, along with him.

"Aha! You sure are funny. I'm no doctor... Yet. I'm still an intern. HOPING that someday I'll be a doctor. But seriously. We really do need to know who you are, and your address, and your home phone number so we can contact your parents. So please help us out miss." Said Jeffery paitently.

"You're so specific. I wish I didn't have to. Plus, I hate my parents. There's nothing wrong with me though! Why can't I just go home?" My mind was bouncing around everywhere. I couldn't press only one point. Plus, I was still thionking about - "ALYSSA! Where's Alyssa Neverworth?" I finished my thought outloud. Hoping to express my points well, and clear before anything more happenned.

"Alyssa Neverworth? Hmm..." Jeffery the paremedic pondered this for a bit then answered, "I think she's in another ambulance with a coleuge of mine. Does that help? And if it does, why won't you tell us your address and phone number and name?"

"The information of Alyssa makes me nervous. And the reason I'm not telling you anything about me is because if I tell you my name, you go to Yellow pages. If I tell you my address, you find my 'parents'. And if I tell you my phone number, you call my parents. I'd really rather not be beaten up this evening thank you very much." I said my last sentence in a clipped tone of voice. Trying to finalize things, now hoping that I hadn't woken up yet.

"Okay. You stalled long enough. We're at the hospital now. You can be happy. You got away this time." He made an obviously fake grumpy face that made me laugh, but I started to choke on too much air. All the para-meds reacted the same, and all at the same pace - immediatley. But before the could even beat the choking out, I had gotten my breathing back to normal.

"okay, Jeff, here's a tip. Don't kill the patients before they're even in the hospital next time." said another para-med. "But, since you're the only one that's gotten a chance to talk to 'patient unknown'" he chucled at his own joke... very sad "And since you've made her laugh. Why don't you bring 'er in? 'Kay?"

"Okay Chuck." Jeffery said as the ambulance stopped. as soon as it happened, The doors opened, and my stetcher was being lifted. Jeffery got up too. and when my stretcher hit ground, he started pushing it towards the doors.

Once alone, and out of earshot. Jeffery started talking again. "So, a runaway like me are you?" he asked. How had he guessed?

"uh-huh. Don't tell anyone though. Kay?"

"Kay. But why'd you do it?"

"Step-brother, and his mates beat on me, along with father. And my Step-mother is a really bad drunk. It doesn't matter if I go to a private school anymore. Doesn't matter if I got money. Only thing that matters is living, and my friends."

Jeffery bent down low to my ear and whispered, "You're just like me at your age. Tell ya what, I'll come see ya tomorrow, and just tell me what room your in. 'Kay? here's my cell" he wrote down his cell number and gave it to me. That was kinda creepy and stalker-ish. "no need to tell me yours kay?"

"O-OK. but uhm... wh-why?" I stammered.

"I was hoping maybe I could help you avoid people, and lay low. you're more clever then I was." We had gotten into the Emergency room, and we were just waiting there. He put the stetcher next to a wall, patted my head and left.