Post by Eva Duvalle && on Jul 6, 2006 22:34:59 GMT -5
"Oh, you stupid? Hell, this is the E-mer-gancee room! Take some Gravel!"
Who did Mrs. Mom With Kids think she was? Here's the lowdown: Eva Duvalle was aggressive, but she didn't pick fights with women and children. So what had happened? Eva had gotten a horrible headache, cramps, vomiting, chills, and her ear was bleeding. Immediately she'd washed the blood off her face and rushed into the ER. Unfortunately, it was packed full of all sorts of sick people. She got in line, sitting next to an elderly man who kept staring at her ass (forgive her for not changing before she bolted in, she was in bed with somebody, but her ear WAS bleeding). There were 4 rounds of people to go before she got her turn, and that was when the MOM came in.
Oh, call the ambulance, my kids are sick. So are all the people in line before you. If she'd patiently waited for her turn after the old man and her, then it would be 6 people before she got checked out. Not enough doctors and nurses. But oh no. Special treatment for a mom. She went up to the lady running this freak show and explained her situation like the most empathetic person in the world: I have a three year old, five year old, seven year old, and nine year old, and they all have headaches and -insert misc fillers-. She was sent in line and started to complain to the old lady next to her, and glaring at the girl's attire. So what if she was wearing nothing but a bright yellow satin nightgown that barely covered her crotch and a pair of knee high hooker heeled boots? This was a hospital. And she was just jealous because she was 38 and had wrinkles everywhere. No wonder there were only four kids.
So, being the arrogant whore she was, Eva had promptly started out on her, and now, was it going to come to fighting?
"My kids are sick." Mrs. Mom enunciated the 'sick' like they had cancer. "I need medical help."
"Unless you dying, it ain't no emergency. Now you're more special than all of us who've been waiting? Damn, society don't work like that. There's a line!" She was now standing up, pointing an accusing finger, and as she wildly gestured the blond curls that had come loose from her bun were bouncing about.
"I don't have to take this. Today's youth needs to be a lot more polite. I doubt you even have a job." Mrs. Mom stood.
"I doubt you've even got a job. Give the kids some Gravel, wait your turn, my ear's got blood comin' from it and-" she looked down at the thin, gray old woman next to her. "Ma'am, what've you got that's brought you here?"
"I have severe chest cramps." The lady said. Others chimed in.
"My heart hurts!"
"My lung is in pain!"
"I might be in labor!"
"I got my foot stuck in the door and now it's purple!"
The ER was loud and everybody shouted a disease, symptom or illness. Innocently, Eva sat down, watching the chaos she'd created and the look of scorn on the mother's face.
Who did Mrs. Mom With Kids think she was? Here's the lowdown: Eva Duvalle was aggressive, but she didn't pick fights with women and children. So what had happened? Eva had gotten a horrible headache, cramps, vomiting, chills, and her ear was bleeding. Immediately she'd washed the blood off her face and rushed into the ER. Unfortunately, it was packed full of all sorts of sick people. She got in line, sitting next to an elderly man who kept staring at her ass (forgive her for not changing before she bolted in, she was in bed with somebody, but her ear WAS bleeding). There were 4 rounds of people to go before she got her turn, and that was when the MOM came in.
Oh, call the ambulance, my kids are sick. So are all the people in line before you. If she'd patiently waited for her turn after the old man and her, then it would be 6 people before she got checked out. Not enough doctors and nurses. But oh no. Special treatment for a mom. She went up to the lady running this freak show and explained her situation like the most empathetic person in the world: I have a three year old, five year old, seven year old, and nine year old, and they all have headaches and -insert misc fillers-. She was sent in line and started to complain to the old lady next to her, and glaring at the girl's attire. So what if she was wearing nothing but a bright yellow satin nightgown that barely covered her crotch and a pair of knee high hooker heeled boots? This was a hospital. And she was just jealous because she was 38 and had wrinkles everywhere. No wonder there were only four kids.
So, being the arrogant whore she was, Eva had promptly started out on her, and now, was it going to come to fighting?
"My kids are sick." Mrs. Mom enunciated the 'sick' like they had cancer. "I need medical help."
"Unless you dying, it ain't no emergency. Now you're more special than all of us who've been waiting? Damn, society don't work like that. There's a line!" She was now standing up, pointing an accusing finger, and as she wildly gestured the blond curls that had come loose from her bun were bouncing about.
"I don't have to take this. Today's youth needs to be a lot more polite. I doubt you even have a job." Mrs. Mom stood.
"I doubt you've even got a job. Give the kids some Gravel, wait your turn, my ear's got blood comin' from it and-" she looked down at the thin, gray old woman next to her. "Ma'am, what've you got that's brought you here?"
"I have severe chest cramps." The lady said. Others chimed in.
"My heart hurts!"
"My lung is in pain!"
"I might be in labor!"
"I got my foot stuck in the door and now it's purple!"
The ER was loud and everybody shouted a disease, symptom or illness. Innocently, Eva sat down, watching the chaos she'd created and the look of scorn on the mother's face.
