B. L. Miller - Accidental Love

“Excuse me,” Veronica interrupted. “She’s been hit by a car and badly injured. Why would they move her to another hospital?”

“Look Miss,” the charge nurse, whose badge simply read Mrs. Garrison, said. “This hospital is mandated by the State of New York to provide all that come here in urgent need medical care. Once they’re no longer in danger of dying from their injuries, we can transport them to another hospital that hasn’t met their requirement for indigents.”

“Requirement for indigents?”

“We are required to provide full care for a certain number of indigents at no cost each year. We’ve met that requirement. It’s obvious she has no money and most likely no insurance. They’re taking her into surgery now, surgery that she’ll probably never pay for. This hospital doesn’t operate on good intentions alone. If she has no ability to pay, she gets transported over to Memorial. They haven’t met their obligation this year.”

The dark haired woman understood the implication…no insurance, no staying at the best Medical Center in the region. “But she has insurance,” Veronica blurted, her decision made. “I mean…I know her. She’s an employee of mine.”

“She has insurance?” Nurse Garrison asked incredulously. “Miss, it’s twenty below out there with the wind chill. She’s running around in a spring jacket that looks like it was taken from the garbage can. Insurance fraud is a crime in New York. Where’s her insurance card?”

“No, I’m telling you she has insurance. Look,” Veronica reached inside her jacket and pulled out her small business card case. “I’m Veronica Cartwright, president and CEO of Cartwright Corporation.” She quickly looked down at the library card in her hand. “Miss Grayson just started working for us. There hasn’t been time for them to issue her card but I swear she does have insurance through my company. Now is there a form or something that I have to sign to authorize this?”

Now realizing that she may have made a mistake, the charge nurse backpedaled. She reached over and grabbed one of several clipboards already set up with a non-removable pen and multipart forms. “Fill out sections one through ten to the best of your ability. Do you know how to contact her next of kin?”

“Uh, no…I’m sure that information is at the office somewhere. I can call with it tomorrow.”

“Fine.” The nurse turned to address her coworker. “Change the chart for Jane Doe 77. Her name is…” she turned back to the tall woman questioningly.

“Rose Grayson.”

“Rose Grayson,” Nurse Garrison repeated, as if the younger nurse didn’t hear it the first time.

Veronica walked away from the charge desk and slumped down in one of the orange vinyl chairs to fill out what little information she did know and settle in for the long wait.

By the third hour of surgery Veronica became very worried. There had been no word on the young woman she had hit and the lack of knowledge set the executive’s nerves on edge. What if she died? Veronica shuddered at the thought. Then another thought came to mind. Daylight would arrive soon and the obvious damage to the front of her car would be noticeable. Noticeable meant questions, questions she didn’t want to answer. She walked over to the pay phone. The woman who always granted favors now needed one. Veronica dialed the familiar number. On the third ring, a sleep filled male voice answered. “You’d better have a fucking good reason for waking me up.”

“Frank, it’s Ronnie.”

“Ronnie?” the tone changed immediately. “Hey cuz, what’s up?”

“I need…” she swallowed. “I need a favor.”

“Did you get that idiot to grant the variance?”

“It’s in the bag. Listen Frank, this is important.” She heard the flicker of a lighter as her cousin lit a cigarette in an attempt to fully wake up. “I need you to come pick up my car and drop me off another one.”

“Since when did I become your private tow truck service?”

“Since I had to spend an evening bailing your ass out with that jerk Grace,” she growled. “It’s in the emergency parking lot at Albany Med. Park the other car in the general lot and bring the keys to me in the emergency waiting room. Frank, you have to do this now. It can’t wait until morning.” She knew that the cost of asking the favor would far outweigh the actual favor but sometimes that was just the way it was. At least she knew who to turn to when she needed something done discretely. Her favorite cousin was nothing if not careful.

“The emergency room? Ronnie, you okay?”

“Quiet down, Frank. You’ll wake Agnes up. Yes, I’m fine, just a big shaken.” She looked at her watch. “I really need you to come down here and get the car.”

“Is your car driveable or did you wrap it around a tree?”

“The windshield and front end are smashed up. You’re better off driving it a couple of blocks and then putting it on a flatbed.”

“Jeez, you don’t ask for much, do you? You know I’ll have to get John to help me. I can’t drive a wrecker and a spare car.”

“Put the spare on the wrecker, then you won’t need another driver, just do it now.” she hung up the phone and returned to the chair that had been making her ass uncomfortable for the last three hours. She picked up a four month old issue of People and had just begun flipping through it when Doctor Maise stepped into the room.

“Grayson. Anyone here for Grayson?” he asked loudly, although Veronica was the only person in the room.

“Here.” She rose to her feet quickly. “How is she?”

“As well as can be expected, I guess. She’s resting now. Are you family?”

“Uh…no, I’m her employer.”

“Oh…have you contacted her family yet?”

“Not yet. My secretary is working on it,” she lied. “How is she?”

“Well, both legs were badly broken and there was a hairline fracture to her skull, most likely from hitting the concrete. Other than abrasions and a gash on her face that required several stitches, there wasn’t much else. No internal injuries anyway. She’ll live, but it’ll be quite a while before she’s able to return to work, I’m sure.” He took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his doctor’s coat. “I’d say probably three months for the legs to heal, then maybe three to six months of physical therapy.”

“Oh god.” Veronica sat back down, unable to believe that in a split second she had ruined someone else’s life for who knows how long.

“Did you see the accident?” he asked, pulling her back from her thoughts.

“Uh, no, I didn’t,” she said, praying that John hadn’t fallen back asleep and was on his way with the wrecker and a spare car.

“Well, whoever it was hit that poor girl hard. Probably some drunk who didn’t even realize he hit her.”

“Probably,” she repeated.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go check on her.” He left the waiting room. She watched him go, then sunk back into the orange chair. The woman, Rose, would live. She breathed a sigh of relief at that but the guilt still weighed heavily upon her. In one brief moment she had destroyed the young woman’s legs, in her mind possibly crippling Miss Grayson for life.

The sky was still dark when Veronica closed her eyes, fatigue threatening to claim her. Minutes later they opened again when her nose was assaulted by the scent of far too much cheap cologne.

“Cuz.”

“Hi Frank,” she said wearily as he plopped down in the seat next to her. “Did you take care of it?”

“All done,” he said proudly, holding out a set of keys. “Blue Mazda. Third level, dealer plates. Can’t miss it.”