Author's Notes: I don't know what's up with this crazy writing kick I'm on, but I'm riding it like...well...fill in your own similie. And feel free to make it dirty. Thanks for continuing to read my stuff;)
The Invisible Man
by Kristen Elizabeth
The long stretch of dark time between midnight and five a.m., affectionately known around Desert Palm Hospital as "Rush Hour," was interrupted one early Saturday morning when a frantic man pulled up to the ER entrance in his black Denali.
"We need some help over here," he yelled to the nurses who stood out front, sharing a cigarette. He yanked open the passenger's side door to reveal a very pregnant woman, huffing and puffing, obviously well into her labor.
"How far along is she?" one of the nurses shouted at the man as the woman was helped into a wheelchair.
The woman replied through gritted teeth. "Eight months. Thirty-two weeks."
"And how long have the contractions been coming?" This time the nurse asked the woman directly.
The man suddenly found himself on the receiving end of several very harsh looks. "Why haven't you brought her in until now?"
He shook his head, his blue eyes wide. "I didn't know. She didn't tell me."
"Let's get her up to OB."
In the frantic shuffle, the man was pushed aside. He could only watch as the dark-haired woman was wheeled into the ER.
"Sir?" One of the nurses tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "We need the patient's name and information."
He kept staring down the hall she'd been taken. "Yes. Sure. Um…her name is Sara Sidle." He let out a ragged breath. "Please take care of her. And the baby."
The young woman cleared her throat. "And your name, sir?"
"Okay. If you'll just fill this out, Mr. Grissom and sign here..." She held out her clipboard and a pen. But when he didn't take it, she frowned. "Sir, I'm sorry, but we really need these papers in order to help your…um…partner and your baby."
He shook his head. "You don't understand. I'm not the father."
To Be Continued