Post by Hyacinth Buckett on Oct 12, 2012 17:16:52 GMT -5
It had happened all too suddenly. One moment she was merely bouncing round the apartment cleaning up Straw’s stuff up and the next she was here, pacing up and down Emergency nervously. Hyacinth had sent two owls but neither parent had arrived yet which made her very nervous. And so because she was alone Hyacinth had, in good old Hyacinth fashion, worked herself into a state.
There was nothing she could do. Hyacinth was too shocked to clear her head and could not think properly. All she could muster was to simply scoop them all together and rush over to the hospital when it had happened. What had happen? How had she let this occur? She ran through the scene in her, she was folding Straw’s under garments, singing along when she heard a strange cough and splatter come from Spaiden. She hadn’t thought much on it till the boy began to wheeze and turn blue. She watched in horror as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell over choking.
Hyacinth’s exquisitely painted nails made marks on her perfectly puffed checks as she clung to her face in worry. Reaching over she plucked a magazine out of someone’s hand in the waiting room and began to fan herself, “Thank you dear,” she said without making eye contact as the horrified person watched on, unable to make any comment at the old lady’s strange behaviour.
Nurses ran very which way, neither spoke to her and soon her angst was too large to suppress any longer. “I really wish someone would talk to me about my Grandson!” she announced very loudly at the emergency admin desk. “This is ridiculous, when can I see him? He must be terribly scared right now, his mother and father have just split up and see he’s a triplet and this is very distressing on the other two and now he’s alone and probably very scared and .. would you just let me see him?!”
There was nothing she could do. Hyacinth was too shocked to clear her head and could not think properly. All she could muster was to simply scoop them all together and rush over to the hospital when it had happened. What had happen? How had she let this occur? She ran through the scene in her, she was folding Straw’s under garments, singing along when she heard a strange cough and splatter come from Spaiden. She hadn’t thought much on it till the boy began to wheeze and turn blue. She watched in horror as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell over choking.
Hyacinth’s exquisitely painted nails made marks on her perfectly puffed checks as she clung to her face in worry. Reaching over she plucked a magazine out of someone’s hand in the waiting room and began to fan herself, “Thank you dear,” she said without making eye contact as the horrified person watched on, unable to make any comment at the old lady’s strange behaviour.
Nurses ran very which way, neither spoke to her and soon her angst was too large to suppress any longer. “I really wish someone would talk to me about my Grandson!” she announced very loudly at the emergency admin desk. “This is ridiculous, when can I see him? He must be terribly scared right now, his mother and father have just split up and see he’s a triplet and this is very distressing on the other two and now he’s alone and probably very scared and .. would you just let me see him?!”