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| Scene Title | Shouldn't Have Come |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Thalia wonders why the hell she ever came to New York City. |
| Date | August 19, 2009 |
St. Luke's Hospital is known for its high-quality care and its contributions to medical research. Its staff place an emphasis on compassion for and sensitivity to the needs of their patients and the communities they serve. In addition to nearby Columbia University, the hospital collaborates with several community groups, churches, and programs at local high schools. The associated Roosevelt Hospital offers a special wing of rooms and suites with more amenities than the standard hospital environment; they wouldn't seem out of place in a top-rated hotel. That said, a hospital is a hospital — every corridor and room still smells faintly of antiseptic.
The sound of nurses and doctors moving about, the EKG machines going and the patients in the hospital don’t do anything to make Thalia feel calm. The young woman is currently sitting up in her hospital bed. Dressed in a hospital gown, her hair frizzled and tangled about her.
She is holding stock still as she listens to what the doctors who think she is asleep are saying.
“Thalia Ashford, has no medical records. Aside from her being born here.” The female doctor says to her male colleague as they stand outside her room. Her blonde hair is wrapped into a tight bun and her cool blue eyes scan over Thalia who quickly lays back and pretends to be asleep, much to her pain and discomfort the effort takes to lay back down fast.
“Maybe you should call the police then, I can’t see how that’s possible. Unless we lost her files, or maybe she’s lying about who she is.” The male doctor points out, pushing her black glasses up on his noise.
“Yeah, I think before we do that I’ll go down to the archives myself and see what I can dig up.” The woman says and the two are off to walking down the hallway.
Thalia’s eyes snap open and she slowly rises up from the bed, swinging her legs over slowly, she hops down from the bed and makes her way over to the door to her room.
She shuts it softly and looks around, now where did they put her clothes… aha! Closet!
The young mechanic walks over quickly, or as quickly as her injury will allow and she discards the gown, feeling the breeze of the air on her skin but it isn’t cold one. More of a comforting breeze.. warm.
Thal gets dressed, putting the dirty and slightly burnt clothes on her body, she slips her boots on and ties her hair up as she opens the door and shoulders her messenger bag. Wincing as she does so.
Acting casual, she tries not to take notice of herself. She walks down the hallway and peers about, seems the guy that mans the station with the pills there. Oh he’s taken a little break.
With a look over her shoulder and noticing that nobody is looking for her she enters the room and quickly looks through the shelves. Thalia spots the pills she knows will help with pain and grabs a few bottles of them, she quickly stuffs them into her bag and makes her way out of the room and into the elevator to which a nurse had just vacated.
“I should have never came here..” Thalia mutters to herself as she leans against the wall of the elevator. Her eyes are closed as she looks down at her messenger bag and the thinks of the contents of it. Time to go see a certain blonde bar owner.