Thread: Finally Found You (Breath x Alvis)

Option 1 Name Ashley Warren Age 27 Reason for visit Possible broken rib, fell down stairs Insurance Yes Next of kinemergency contact Scott Warren husband This is what Ashley put down on the registration papers, as she sat in the E.R waiting room. Her husband Scott looming over her shoulder, making sure she wrote down the 'correct' information. She didn't dare look at him, not in the mood he was in. She had a nice sized bruise covering her right cheek, with a small cut just under her eye. That wasn't the worst of it though, she was sure that when Scott had thrown her against the dining table she had broken a rib. The room was crowded, and everyone kept looking in their direction. They all knew why she was here, the evidence was clear even with out the angry looking Scott there. She stifled a cry as she stood from her chair, making her way towards the desk. Holding tight to her own ribs, she slid the white plastic clip board to the nurse. The nurse took the clip board with out looking up, but when she saw 'Fell down stairs' she looked up. Her face softened when she took her Ashley's face, do you need help, she asked, her eyes darting to the man coming up quickly behind her. She was offering Ashley the chance to tell the truth. Before she could say anything though, Scott came up behind her. Pushing her back towards the waiting area. Ashley gave the nurse a smile, hopefully convincing the woman she didn't need help. The last thing she wanted to do was try sitting in that chair again. The pain it would cause was almost too much. Afraid to make her husband angry again, she gripped one of the arm rests. She whimpered as the sharp pain shot through her when she lowered herself into the chair. She hadn't always been this way of course. When she was younger she was a strong willed person, didn't take crap from anybody. She had been one of those that didn't understand why the woman didn't just leave. Now she knew, it wasn't that easy. A lot of it was fear, fear that they would kill you before you stepped foot out the door. The other part was guilt, you were convinced that they would harm themselves if you left. There was also the empty promises, the promise that they would change. That they didn't mean to do it, they brake you down so much that you believe every word. The nurse had pulled some strings, getting her into a room quickly. Ashley was set in a wheel chair so she would move her broken rib around too much. The nurse was trying to give her another chance at the truth. Scott was never more then a few feet away though, so the gesture was pointless. She wanted to lay back on the gurney, but the pain was too much. Instead she waited for the doctor, hunched over holding her ribs. Just make sure you stick to the story Ashley, as long as you don't change it they will believe you. She looked up at that man she was suppose to feel safe with. I know Scott, I was carrying a basket of laundry down the stairs and lost my footing There was no way they would believe any of that, but they couldn't do anything unless she admitted it. This of course was her sixth ER visit in just as many months. Every other time, they were minor. A few stitches here and there. This last time however he had been extremely angry. One of his employees had showed up still drunk to the construction site. This is what had set the mood for the entire day. So when Scott came home, and saw the coffee cup on the table he lost it.