08-19-2009

60 straight days!

This has potential, with some/a lot of editing...

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     Would any one know if I just nudged her, just a little? Nate thought as he walked behind Jane. She's always in a hurry, going to fast; it would most definitely look like an accident.
     There was a lot to dislike about Jane, sure; but did he have that much hate in him to actually physically assault someone? Hate maybe too strong of a feeling; however there was something about her that just made his skin crawl.
     Jane was bitchy, loud, obnoxious, rude, selfish, for starters. She acted as though the world should bow down to her, cater to her every whim; when it didn't, she threw a fit like a child.
     Two days ago, she got so mad that she couldn't pick the radio station that she got into a confrontation with her direct supervisor and ended up going home "sick" over the matter. Over a freaking radio station. But that was Jane; cause a big enough stink and people fold. She was always right, no matter what. And if she was wrong, it was always someone elses fault.
     Even if she said I pushed her, most everyone here would think she was just protecting her pride, Nate thought. But that's just not my style; I couldn't live with myself if I did something that horrible.
     Just as he finished his thought, Jane tripped and fell down flight of stairs. At first she screamed, tried to fight the fall. However, by the time she reached the bottom she was silent, appendages flailing. She came to a stop, face down, her hair covering her head like a mop.
     Her right arm was tucked under her body, her left was behind her back. She was twisted at the waist, her hips perpendicular to the floor. It looked uncomfortable, but Nate was guessing she wasn't conscious.
     Nate didn't rum down to see if she was okay like he would normally, he strolled down the stairs to Jane. He was careful not to move her too much and cause more or permanent damage beyond what she had received already. He felt her pulse; it was strong. She was breathing, no weird sounds that he could hear.
     He grabbed his cell phone and called security to report the accident. The response was immediate, doctors and nurses from various departments came to help out and get her prepped for transport to the ER. She was still unconscious. The silence was wonderful.
     The security guard that was first on the scene talked with the doctors as a team from the ER wheeled Jane away. Nate sat on the steps a flight above, trying to stay put of the way.
     The group talked somewhat softly, pointing up and down the stairs, discussing possible scenarios of how she fell; quick glances were shot in Nate's direction every now and then. He strained his ears in an effort to hear their conversation, but to no avail.
     The security guard shook the doctors' hands and turned towards Nate and began to make his way up the stairs. Nate adjusted on the stair, scooting over to make room in case the guard wanted by. No such luck.
     "Wanna tell me what happened?" he said as he sat down next to Nate. His name badge read Henry Walters.
     He doesn't seem like a Henry, Nate thought.
     "Well," Nate began, clearing his throat, "we were making our way down the stairs, not too fast or anything, it didn't seem anyway," he said. "Then she just tripped and went flying down the stairs. That's when I called you."
     Henry Walters made notes in his leather bound black notebook as Nate talked. He made no noises, made no eye contact; he just wrote.
     "It was the damnedest thing," Nate added.
     Still no response from Henry Walters, he just wrote and wrote. Nate sat in silence, listening to Henry Walters pencil scratch across the paper.
     "You were behind her?" Henry Walters said breaking the awkward silence.
     "I was about half a flight behind her," he said.
     "Why so far?"
     "Should I have been holding her hand?" Nate said. "We are co-workers, not friends."
     Henry Walters just stared at Nate. His eyebrows twitched every now and then, his nostrils flared. He didn't believe Nate.
     "Say you pushed her," Henry Walters said.
     Nate turned around and pointed up.
     "Say you look at the video from that camera, Sherlock." Nate stood up and began to walk away, "Let me know if you need more help figuring this one out, Captain."



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