Arriving at MCV

We waited for the rescue squad to arrive. It didn't take long and Kenny made it back in the nick of time. I had asked if I could ride with Katie to insure that someone would be with her at MCV. I knew how the parking was and I feared that Kenny or I would not be with her. Even though she is 18, she still needs guidance. Still at this point I was not sure of the extent of the injuries. We got her into the rescue squad and headed to MCV. As we came upon the entrance of MCV, police were everywhere. All we saw were blue lights. Kenny was behind us in his car. We pulled up to the emergency entrance and the police came over and demanded that we transport Katie inside immediately because an officer had been injured in a really bad accident and they were waiting for arrival. Kenny pulled in behind us and they demanded that he move, so off he went, trying to park. When we got inside Katie went one way and I went another. Because she is 18 I was not allowed to go back with her. They instructed me to go to the waiting room. I told them that I need to be with her that she had just turned 18 and that I had to be with her. That didn't care, all they were worried about was the officer who was due to arrive at any minute. They told me that as soon as they got the officer settled they would allow me to go back there and then they were locking down the hospital and no one would be allowed to enter for at least two hours. My thoughts went to Kenny. I knew he was worried and didn't know where we were. They guided me to the waiting room that was full of people sleeping in the chairs, legs in the walk way. It looked like a camp for homeless people. I just stood there with a paper bag in my hand. I called Kenny from my cell to let him know what was going on. He said that he had been stopped by a police officer and couldn't go anywhere. I told him about the possible lock down. The timing of our arrival because of this officer was not good. All of a sudden I heard the commotion of the officer being wheeled into the emergency room. You would have thought it was the President. Every officer in the City of Richmond was there. I watched as the officer, stripped of his clothing and blood every where, was wheeled to a room. I stood there not knowing what to do, lost and confused. About fifteen minutes later they allowed me to go back to Katie. The emergency room reminded me of some horror movie when someone is loose in the hospital or someone was lerking in the rooms. It was about 2:30 AM about now. Katie was still begging for something to drink. I felt so sorry for her, not knowing how to deter this desire. A technician came to take more x-rays. Then the Orthopedic surgeon came in and said that they would need to operate as soon as the reduced the trama patients. By 3:30 Kenny was allowed to come into the room. They had decided to put Katie on the Orthopedic Floor to wait for her surgery time. About 6:00 AM we went to the 11th floor. Luckily she was given a private room, a view of the city. Now all we had to do was wait.