An hour passes with not a word from a single hospital staff. I worry his vitals aren't being monitored; no one has even looked in our direction except for the bum who asked me for a cigarette.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to find someone to tell us what's going on. This is crazy."
"I'll be right here." Smartass.
Finding the check-in station proved more difficult with the construction underway but once there, the woman acts as if I have three heads and am breathing fire.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, what did you say the name is?"
"Cooper. Moby Cooper."
"I don't have anyone registered by that name."
"We were brought here by ambulance from Greenville. My husband is on a gurney over by the dead guy." None of this is amusing. She doesn't even blink at my referral to a dead patient hanging out i
