Post by Emily Brown? on Jul 8, 2021 1:36:28 GMT
It started at the grocery store. She'd run out to get tampons, so she wouldn't have to ask Dylan to get them. He never picked the kind she liked, and while she appreciated the gesture, the others were so uncomfortable she couldn't take it. So while he was at work she walked the few blocks down to the market. It was little, but they had what she needed, and she paid with cash. With her one bag, she'd started to walk home.
What had it been that caught her attention? What made her stop looking and step out into traffic? She couldn't remember, what it had been, just the color: a rich emerald green.
--
The next thing she remembered was the siren. The noise and the lights cut through her head like knives and she groaned and tried to lift her hands to cover her face. She couldn't move them. They were tied down.
"Stay still, miss, don't try to move." A voice.
"We'll hit the ER in two minutes. A woman, this one.
She faded out again.
--
"Miss? Miss, can you hear me? What's your name?"
"I...I don't know…"
Voices drifted around her, urgent. Beeping echoed from all directions, and she thought she was being moved at high speed. Was she floating?
"Any ID?"
"None. Just a few quarters in her pockets."[/b]
"Let's get prints and a photo to the police."
--
"For the last time, I'm telling you, my name is Emily Brown. I don't know anyone named Emerald. Where is my fiance? Where's Dylan? He's going to be so upset when I'm not home for dinner."
"Miss Vaughn--"
"That's not my name!"
The argument echoed out into the hallway. A harried-looking nurse sighed and held out a clipboard to TJ McCarthy. "I'm sorry, detective, I hope we're not wasting your time with this one.
She insists it's not her, but if you look at the photos…" She shook her head, at a loss for words. The woman in the picture was clearly their patient--and if not her, then it was her identical twin.
"She says her name is Emily Brown, and that she lives four blocks from the store where the accident occurred. We called the number she gave us for her fiance and didn't get an answer. We left a voicemail, but we're not sure when he'll be here."
What had it been that caught her attention? What made her stop looking and step out into traffic? She couldn't remember, what it had been, just the color: a rich emerald green.
--
The next thing she remembered was the siren. The noise and the lights cut through her head like knives and she groaned and tried to lift her hands to cover her face. She couldn't move them. They were tied down.
"Stay still, miss, don't try to move." A voice.
"We'll hit the ER in two minutes. A woman, this one.
She faded out again.
--
"Miss? Miss, can you hear me? What's your name?"
"I...I don't know…"
Voices drifted around her, urgent. Beeping echoed from all directions, and she thought she was being moved at high speed. Was she floating?
"Any ID?"
"None. Just a few quarters in her pockets."[/b]
"Let's get prints and a photo to the police."
--
"For the last time, I'm telling you, my name is Emily Brown. I don't know anyone named Emerald. Where is my fiance? Where's Dylan? He's going to be so upset when I'm not home for dinner."
"Miss Vaughn--"
"That's not my name!"
The argument echoed out into the hallway. A harried-looking nurse sighed and held out a clipboard to TJ McCarthy. "I'm sorry, detective, I hope we're not wasting your time with this one.
She insists it's not her, but if you look at the photos…" She shook her head, at a loss for words. The woman in the picture was clearly their patient--and if not her, then it was her identical twin.
"She says her name is Emily Brown, and that she lives four blocks from the store where the accident occurred. We called the number she gave us for her fiance and didn't get an answer. We left a voicemail, but we're not sure when he'll be here."