Distract and Sedate | Hemlock Grove |

Chapter 28 | Shameless |

Roman once again goes to the nurse's station. He leans forward on the counter, close to the brunette with the softest face. "Hi." He smiles at her to cover his anger. It's not her fault.

"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Godfrey?"

"Yes, actually. Would you mind calling down to Dr. Pryce again?"

"Of course not," she says, happy that this interaction has gone more peacefully than she worried it would. She had heard from her coworkers that Roman tended to have a short fuse, but he had been nothing but pleasant to her. It almost worries her. Picking up the phone, she dials the extension to a level of the building she has never been to. She doesn't even have security access to it.

"And would you tell them to pass a message along to him?" She nods. "Have them tell Pryce that if he's not up here in fifteen minutes he should start packing his office," he says in a hauntingly calm voice. As he finishes speaking the line picks up.

"Hi, this is Amanda up in the general care unit." Again? She's careful in her replies. The person on the other side of the line is lucky they're not audible to Roman. "Mhm, yes. I have Mr. Godfrey with me asking for Dr. Pryce." I'm doing the best I can, I haven't been able to get a response from my pages. "I know, I know," she says back. Roman nods for her to continue. "Mr. Godfrey would also like you to tell Dr. Pryce that if he isn't here in the next fifteen minutes he should start packing his office." Jesus Christ. What a maniac. "Thank you."

"Thank you," he says once the phone is back on the receiver. The nurse, Amanda, smiles at him as he walks away. Once he's facing the other direction she and the other nurse on duty share and a look. Leaning closer to her, the other nurse whispers "I have never been so terrified and turned on at the same time."

Roman opens the heavy door. It shuts with a soft click and he comes to stand in the center of the room. His arms cross dramatically and one foot bounces subtly. "Pryce should be here soon," he tells Emma for the fourth time. He'd spent the majority of the time she'd been here in the hallway harassing the nurses to find Pryce.

She wasn't in a particular rush for the man to arrive. She'd prefer a regular doctor- or any doctor- instead of him. He'd let one doctor in to make sure she was stable- whatever that means. Roman watched the other man like a hawk. He was watching so closely that she became tense for the doctor.

"It's really not that bad," she insists. "You're overreacting."

"It is exactly that bad," he counters. He looks her over for extra emphasis. In her defense, though, Roman himself had seen worse days. Even with a nasal cannula, IV, and various heart monitors, she looked healthier than he had at Christmas.

"I throw up and get nose bleeds all the time," Emma shrugs. "I have for a while. It's kind of my thing."

"Do you regularly cough blood, or is that a recent development?" He asks a bit sharper than he meant. "Because that was far from throwing up and a nose bleed. In fact, neither of those things happened."

"I want to go home," she mumbles and looks down at the blankets. "Besides, the pain medication is making me feel worse."

"What feels worse? I'll get a nurse." Emma puts her hands to her face and takes a deep breath.

"Will you please sit down," she groans into palms. Roman obliges but doesn't seem to calm down.

"Will you please stop acting like this is normal?"

The next ten minutes that pass are painfully long. Using his personal phone this time, he gives Pryce one last chance to answer. It goes to voice mail and grinds his teeth while waiting to leave a message. "If you think for one fucking second that I was anything less than serious about my last warning you are incredibly wrong. I will personally see that every fucking thing in your office is destroyed if you are not here in the next five minutes."