Free The Immortal Harvest by L. J. Wallace

the handsome Doctor.
    Apart from his attire, she could tell straight away that he was a Doctor. He was very tall and he held himself in a very commanding way.
    His hair was dark and had small highlights of silver intermingled throughout the black.
    “Yep, that’s me. You can call me Crystal,” she said as she held out her right hand and self consciously tried to fluff out her hair with her left.
    The Doctor smiled briefly as he shook her hand and then turned and spoke in a serious tone to the Duty Nurse.
    “Nurse Watson, can I please have the records for Ms Sylvan Peters.”
    Crystal watched as the handsome Doctor retrieved the file from the fat bitchy nurse.
    “Please walk this way Crystal,” he said as he tucked the file under his arm and pointed in the direction of the wards.
    The Doctor walked off briskly toward the hall way leading off from the ER, he spoke quickly as he walked.
    “Tell me Crystal, how well do you know Ms Peters? Do you know if she has any family we can call? Do you know of any allergies she might have?”
    Crystal struggled with the rapid fire of questions. She stopped walking and grabbed the Doctor’s sleeve.
    “Listen Doc, what are you trying to tell me? Is Sylvan ok? Is she dying or sumthin?
    Doctor Carlisle stopped walking when he felt Crystal’s touch and turned to face her.
    “Your friend has been seriously hurt. She has numerous contusions from her attack.
    She had been kicked in the head. We have had to put her into an induced coma to assist her with the healing process.
    “We have done all that we can to help her. We need to get in touch with her immediate family or someone who has knowledge of her medical history. Do you know anyone who can help us?”
    Crystal let go of the Doctor’s sleeve and stared at the floor. She put her hands on her face and slowly shook her head. After awhile she slowly raised her head and looked up at the Doctor.
    “Listen Doc, I have only known Sylvan for a coupla weeks. She moved in with me with her kid after she ran away from home. She was in a sorry state when I found her…”
    “I’m sorry; did I hear you say ‘kid’? How old is he?”
    “Yeah, he’s a cute little guy, his name’s Justen.”
    The Doctor stepped back and looked sternly at Crystal.
    “Where is her son now? Is there someone looking after him?”
    Crystal stiffened up at the tone of the Doctor’s questioning.
    “Look Doc he’s six. I’ve been lookin after meself since I was his age. He’s got his own key and everyfin. He’ll be fine.”
    Crystal could see from the appalled expression on the Doctor’s face that he was not very happy with her response.
    “Look Doc, he’ll be fine. Just take me to see Sylvan Ok!”
    The Doctor removed the file from under his arm and opened it and then pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and pushed a speed dial button.
    He turned away from Crystal as he waited for the person at the other end of the call to respond, after a short while he turned back towards her and held his index finger up in front of him as a gesture for Crystal to wait.
    By the look on his face, Crystal could tell that he was not able to contact whoever it was and just left a perfunctory message.
    “Yes Ms James, this is Doctor Carlisle from George Washington General. Please call me when you get this message,” and with that he tucked the file back under his arm and strode down the hallway.
    Crystal thought that he acted a bit rude but refrained from further comment and followed him.
    After passing three doors the Doctor stopped and proceeded to enter what Crystal assumed was Sylvan’s room.
    Crystal entered behind the Doctor and squinted in the dimly lit room. She could see that there were a lot of different types of medical gizmos with flashing lights and cords and wires scattered around like spaghetti. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of disinfectant.
    The euphoric effects of the drugs and alcohol in her system were beginning to wear off and she wished that