dialling the first number. “Good morning, I'm wondering if you can tell me if you have a Mr. Noah Blaise in your care? I understand you can’t give that information out to just anyone but I’m not just anyone. I’m his sister, Lara Blaise. You see, I don’t get on with my family, except for my brother, and all I’m being told is that he is in your private hospital.”
I stare at Monica horrified, shaking my head for the blatant lie she has just told.
“I completely accept what you are saying and of course, I wouldn’t want you to lose your job. But please help me. I love my brother so much and miss him, I don’t even know how bad he is.”
My eyes widen with surprise as I watch Monica fake the emotions she just displayed. “Ok great thanks for doing that.” There’s a pause in the conversation and Monica looks at me and waggles her eyebrows. “Yes I’m still here, no he’s not on your list? Damn, I guess I’ve been lied to. Yes, I hope I find him too and thanks for all your help. Goodbye.”
She hangs up the phone and I slap her on the arm, “I can’t believe you did that. You can’t use Lara’s name, it could get us in to trouble.”
She shrugs her shoulders, “It worked didn’t it? Here do it yourself if you’re not happy.”
She hands over the phone but I refuse to take it, “You’re right. I don’t like that we have to lie, but if it’s the only way to get answers then so be it.”
“Do you want me to carry on phoning these numbers?”
I nod my head yes. She didn’t need any more from me as she dials the next number on the list. We spend a good couple of hours phoning around to the private hospitals. Some didn’t answer the call so I wrote those down to phone the next day. Some just simply refused to give any information out at all but I am determined to try again, so they are put on my list too. We gave up when Monica lost her temper and actually told the person on the other end of the line to sod off. We both sit there in silence for a while and I'm contemplating what to do next, as we aren’t getting anywhere, just sitting here.
I turn to Monica, “I know we have phoned most places, but I can’t sit here and do nothing. Can we drive to a few of the hospitals to ask questions?”
I watch a smile spread across her face, “Good idea and I know the first place we can go.”
“Please don’t start anything Monica. I just need to know if he is there. Let me get my shoes on and I’m ready to go.”
Monica stands, “I promise to be on my best behaviour, but babe, I think you might want to put some clothes on first or you might end up in a private hospital yourself with the way you look right now.”
I glance down at myself and realize I’m still wearing my dressing gown and I haven’t showered. “Give me twenty minutes to sort myself out and we can go.”
She shouts out after me. “Peppa, bring a photo of Noah with you. It might come in handy.”
I take a quick shower and make myself presentable to the outside world and I head back to the lounge to find Monica. She stands there waiting for me, “Did you find a photo of Noah?”
“No hang on.” I walk over to the sideboard and gaze at all the pictures of Noah and his family. A wave of sadness flows through me as I pick up one of him with his arms around his mother and father. I can understand the loss they feel as I’m feeling it too but it saddens me that they think I have something to do with his disappearance. I push those feelings aside as I choose a photo of Noah, who looks very dashing in a tuxedo.
I turn to peek back at Monica, “I’m ready to go.” She walks over to me and hands me a piece of paper. I open it up to find addresses written on it. I smile at her, “Thanks for being you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
She puts her arm around my shoulder and says, “That’s what friends are for.”
We make our way to the first address that Monica wrote down and quickly find out this is
I stare at Monica horrified, shaking my head for the blatant lie she has just told.
“I completely accept what you are saying and of course, I wouldn’t want you to lose your job. But please help me. I love my brother so much and miss him, I don’t even know how bad he is.”
My eyes widen with surprise as I watch Monica fake the emotions she just displayed. “Ok great thanks for doing that.” There’s a pause in the conversation and Monica looks at me and waggles her eyebrows. “Yes I’m still here, no he’s not on your list? Damn, I guess I’ve been lied to. Yes, I hope I find him too and thanks for all your help. Goodbye.”
She hangs up the phone and I slap her on the arm, “I can’t believe you did that. You can’t use Lara’s name, it could get us in to trouble.”
She shrugs her shoulders, “It worked didn’t it? Here do it yourself if you’re not happy.”
She hands over the phone but I refuse to take it, “You’re right. I don’t like that we have to lie, but if it’s the only way to get answers then so be it.”
“Do you want me to carry on phoning these numbers?”
I nod my head yes. She didn’t need any more from me as she dials the next number on the list. We spend a good couple of hours phoning around to the private hospitals. Some didn’t answer the call so I wrote those down to phone the next day. Some just simply refused to give any information out at all but I am determined to try again, so they are put on my list too. We gave up when Monica lost her temper and actually told the person on the other end of the line to sod off. We both sit there in silence for a while and I'm contemplating what to do next, as we aren’t getting anywhere, just sitting here.
I turn to Monica, “I know we have phoned most places, but I can’t sit here and do nothing. Can we drive to a few of the hospitals to ask questions?”
I watch a smile spread across her face, “Good idea and I know the first place we can go.”
“Please don’t start anything Monica. I just need to know if he is there. Let me get my shoes on and I’m ready to go.”
Monica stands, “I promise to be on my best behaviour, but babe, I think you might want to put some clothes on first or you might end up in a private hospital yourself with the way you look right now.”
I glance down at myself and realize I’m still wearing my dressing gown and I haven’t showered. “Give me twenty minutes to sort myself out and we can go.”
She shouts out after me. “Peppa, bring a photo of Noah with you. It might come in handy.”
I take a quick shower and make myself presentable to the outside world and I head back to the lounge to find Monica. She stands there waiting for me, “Did you find a photo of Noah?”
“No hang on.” I walk over to the sideboard and gaze at all the pictures of Noah and his family. A wave of sadness flows through me as I pick up one of him with his arms around his mother and father. I can understand the loss they feel as I’m feeling it too but it saddens me that they think I have something to do with his disappearance. I push those feelings aside as I choose a photo of Noah, who looks very dashing in a tuxedo.
I turn to peek back at Monica, “I’m ready to go.” She walks over to me and hands me a piece of paper. I open it up to find addresses written on it. I smile at her, “Thanks for being you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
She puts her arm around my shoulder and says, “That’s what friends are for.”
We make our way to the first address that Monica wrote down and quickly find out this is
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