<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Anna Belle Lewis -- Arriving from the ER to Ward B</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/wheelerambrosio-1.jpg)</div><strong><em>Paging Dr. Goldwasser.  Paging Dr. Goldwasser.</em></strong><br/><br/>"You better page him!  I am in some serious pain here!  AAARGH!!  Meds!  Meds!  Why can't anyone in this fucking hospital give me some fucking meds?!"<br/><br/>In the wheelchair she was being pushed in, twenty year old Anna Belle Lewis squirmed and whimpered, her tear stained face contorting with agony as the pain sliced into her sides again.  She wanted to curl up and die, which is was why she had dragged herself from bed and rushed down to the hospital still in her night clothes.  Behind her the attendant could barely suppress his features he quickly wheeled her out from the elevator and to the entrance of Ward B.  In the wheelchair she squirmed again, crying out softly as the pain clung to her, made damn well sure she knew it was there and not going away any time soon.<br/><br/><strong><em>Paging Dr. Goldwasser.  Paging Dr. Goldwasser.</em></strong><br/><br/>"Please, please, please hurry!"  she cried out, her arms wrapping tight around her slim waist as she began to gently rock herself in the wheelchair.  "Oh God!  I'm dying!  I MUST BE DYING!"<br/><br/>