Post by Lola O'Neal on May 30, 2011 14:55:01 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the medics station in the backstage area, immediately following Trial By Honor. Two medics are shown standing on either side of a petite brunette who is sitting on the end of a stretcher, her head hanging over into her lap and both of her hands are on the back of her head. In front of the door are two big security guards as well, as the door swings open a man with a clipboard in his hand walks through the threshold, he is dressed in a pair of black slacks and a blue button down shirt. He steps up in front of the two medics and the brunette and begins speaking..
” Alright, the results are in.. ”
She raised her head tossing her long hair back off of her shoulders. She places her hands on her knees, her head in complete line with her slumped shoulders.. she obviously was not feeling very good..
” Make it quick, please? I seriously feel like I am about to throw up. ”
” Well, Miss O'neal, it seems that my suspicions were right on as the CT scan of your head, as well as my evaluations of you are showing that you have a mild concussion.. The nausea should subside within the next 24 hours, but you may be stuck with that aching feeling in your head for two – three days. ”
” Concussion.. I'll be alright in time for Shockwave though, correct? ”
He set the clip board down onto the stretcher behind her, crossing his arms over his chest.
” Unfortunately.. I think you're going to need a good seven days rest. By rest I mean, no stressful situations, no strenuous activity and, I'm very sorry, but you cannot and will not be able to compete at Shockwave.”
” WHAT? NO WAY IN HELL IS SHE NOT GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! ”
Lola got up off of the stretcher, flipping a wooden table over in a bit of a rage filled moment, before calming down just a little bit and turning towards the doctor.
” Please.. just forget you ever saw me. Erase me from your records.. I need to be able to fight this week. I need to get my hands on her. I promise I wont sue you if I die in the ring, you gotta clear me.. ”
He shrugged his shoulders walking towards the door.
” I'm very sorry, Lola. My hands are tied..”
He walked out the door, leaving her standing there with one hand on her hip and the other over her forehead as she just closed her eyes, shaking her head as the scene faded out.
” Alright, the results are in.. ”
She raised her head tossing her long hair back off of her shoulders. She places her hands on her knees, her head in complete line with her slumped shoulders.. she obviously was not feeling very good..
” Make it quick, please? I seriously feel like I am about to throw up. ”
” Well, Miss O'neal, it seems that my suspicions were right on as the CT scan of your head, as well as my evaluations of you are showing that you have a mild concussion.. The nausea should subside within the next 24 hours, but you may be stuck with that aching feeling in your head for two – three days. ”
” Concussion.. I'll be alright in time for Shockwave though, correct? ”
He set the clip board down onto the stretcher behind her, crossing his arms over his chest.
” Unfortunately.. I think you're going to need a good seven days rest. By rest I mean, no stressful situations, no strenuous activity and, I'm very sorry, but you cannot and will not be able to compete at Shockwave.”
” WHAT? NO WAY IN HELL IS SHE NOT GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! ”
Lola got up off of the stretcher, flipping a wooden table over in a bit of a rage filled moment, before calming down just a little bit and turning towards the doctor.
” Please.. just forget you ever saw me. Erase me from your records.. I need to be able to fight this week. I need to get my hands on her. I promise I wont sue you if I die in the ring, you gotta clear me.. ”
He shrugged his shoulders walking towards the door.
” I'm very sorry, Lola. My hands are tied..”
He walked out the door, leaving her standing there with one hand on her hip and the other over her forehead as she just closed her eyes, shaking her head as the scene faded out.
