Los Angeles, California
"Well good morning Los Angeles, you're listening to KCL 101.1 and it looks like the rush hour is just getting its hop on so if you folks plan on taking the 110, I certainly hope you brought some reading material, because it looks like its gonna be a long one...We're looking at a bright and sunny morning with a high around 78 downtown, 76 valley, low grade smog advisories throughout the AM, and a chance of overcast in the foothills around North Lam-"
It was an expectedly bright morning in the city, with the same predictably slow moving freeway traffic indicative of LA. It was only 6 AM, and yet the 110 was already moving 20 under the speed limit just as the early morning commuters were making their way south towards their offices downtown, and east towards Pasadena and San Bernadino. Sabrina was decelerating incrementally before coming to a standstill. Construction? That was her first guess as she sat impatiently in her little red Volvo. Sabrina's friends had been urging her to find a new vehicle as the older car stuck out for all the wrong reasons. But they didn't understand, nobody did. This had been her mothers car for 20 years, and Sabrina simply couldn't abandon it to some junkyard. It ran fine, and most importantly...was cheap to fix. The lane next to her was still moving, so she went ahead and merged in hopes of not having to be late for work. The traffic was slow, but slow was better than stopped. Soon enough, she saw the culprit: a fairly bad accident consisting of a badly damaged minivan. It looked like it had occurred several hours earlier, so most of the commotion was gone except for a sole police SUV and a tow truck trying ineffectually to move away the wreck. Sabrina was surprised that the road had ever been moving fast enough for someone to crash in the first place.
"While the latest in a stream of unusual deaths claimed the life of a local man last night following a domestic incident, several media outlets are calling light to what they have described as another 'blatant, unjustified example of excessive force' by the LAPD for their actions against Patrick Sutherland during the incident. According to reports, Sutherland displayed anger, but was unarmed when fired upon by officers just after-"
Sabrina switched the station...like she needed any more depressing stories this week, and besides, Neil Diamond was better than the news anyway. A helicopter hovered in the distance. Just north near the mountains. Another behind them. News choppers looking for the another accident maybe? Or is it something more? Before she could think about it more, she reached her exit and pulled into the hospital parking garage. At the very least, she had her own parking place...more than a lot of people could say in the city. Finally, she was in the building and ready to start her shift. The ER waiting room was busy and she could see that it would likely be a seven or eight hour wait. She swerved into the locker room where she parked her bag and fetched her ID card. Ramona, one of the floor nurses was also getting ready.
"Heard it was pretty busy last night, Dr. Prakash called in sick." Ramona said.
"Doesn't surprise me, seems like this flu season is pretty bad. Waiting room is packed," Sabrina replied.
"Did you hear about that guy that got shot last night?" she asked as she pointed at the newspaper sitting on the bench. "Coroner's scheduled an autopsy, but my bet's on meth you know? Apparently he even took a bite out of his wife's arm somehow."
"Yeah drugs would make sense, but it still doesn't explain why the cops shot that guy though..." Sabrina explained.
"How about the fact that, I don't know, maybe that officer was an overpowered asshole?" Ramona said sarcastically.
"Can't argue with that," she agreed.
Suddenly, the door opened and the Charge nurse beckoned them out while holding a clipboard.
"Let's get moving, I've got about twenty patients waiting to be seen, and we're short staffed," she ordered, before exiting back onto the floor. Sabrina followed quickly, entering an exam room to begin her rounds.