The next morning Noah had a shower and got some breakfast without anyone interrupting him. He washed up the dishes, and then inspected the curtains that had been left on the floor after the exciting events of last night.
"Yes - I think these will look nice in this room." He said to himself, as he examined the elegant brocade that they proudly displayed. The telephone rang loudly, putting an end to his admiration of the curtains. He jogged across the room and grabbed hold of the phone. "Hello - Noah Crouch speech therapy and Moses Beaumont antiques - to whom do you wish to speak?"
"Noah, I thought we agreed that my name and business would go first - I am of course, more well-known in the area than you." A familiar voice came through the receiver.
"Ah. Hello Moses."
"Yes, hello."
"How are you?"
"Much better, thank you. I have quite a few bruises, a bust lip and a sprained ankle, but nothing more - I'm going to live."
"Well that's good," he said, "but I'm sure I didn't touch your ankle - I was hitting your face and your chest. You managed to walk down the stairs fine."
"Yes, I got this at the hospital when I fell out of the ambulance - they didn't tell me there was a step."
"Ah. I see." Only Moses could injure himself at a hospital. "Listen, I was looking at the curtains and I think they will look nice in the sitting room."
"Yes, yes - never mind about that! There is a middle-aged man in the bed next to me who keeps trying to have a conversation with me. You need to come and get me now."
Noah sighed down the phone.
"Why can't you just have a conversation with him? You were happy to talk to the paramedics last night."
"This man is not a medical professional! He owns a car dealership downtown and wants me to have a look at an old wreck that he believes is a vintage automobile! I do not deal in vehicles!" Moses was getting quite distressed as he explained his situation, so it seemed that the loving thing to do would be to go and collect him.
"Ok Moses, calm down. I'm on my way." It was only after putting the phone down that Noah realised that he didn't have a car. He was going to have to call a taxi. He found the number in his phone and dialled, and ordered a taxi to wait outside 137 Cherry Blossom Avenue. When it arrived, it took him to the Clearhaven Accident and Emergency Centre. He hopped out and asked the driver to wait, before wandering inside and retrieving Moses. He was very pleased to be rescued, and was aided on one foot into the taxi.
"I'm not allowed to walk for a while." He announced as he sat down. "So I will have to stop going for walks around the city."
"You have never been for a walk around the city."
Twenty minutes later they were back in their flat, with Moses sat in his armchair and Mrs Bishop fussing over him.
"How can they neglect you like that? Pushing you out of an ambulance, it's outrageous!"
"They didn't push me, Mrs Bishop, I fell."
"Now now - there's no need to be brave around here, we know what happened. But we'll soon have you feeling better and walking around! You just get some rest and I'm sure Noah will bring you whatever you need." This last sentence seemed to have announced Noah as being some sort of nanny, which he highly resented. Once Mrs Bishop had gone, Moses began to issue his orders, asking for drinks, food, back massage, books - just about everything within the flat. Noah obliged for the first fifteen minutes, after which he put his foot down.
"I'm sorry Moses, but unless you have some sort of speech defect brought on by the trauma of falling from the ambulance, I can't help you."
"You're mean, Noah Crouch, I hope you know that."
"Yes - I think these will look nice in this room." He said to himself, as he examined the elegant brocade that they proudly displayed. The telephone rang loudly, putting an end to his admiration of the curtains. He jogged across the room and grabbed hold of the phone. "Hello - Noah Crouch speech therapy and Moses Beaumont antiques - to whom do you wish to speak?"
"Noah, I thought we agreed that my name and business would go first - I am of course, more well-known in the area than you." A familiar voice came through the receiver.
"Ah. Hello Moses."
"Yes, hello."
"How are you?"
"Much better, thank you. I have quite a few bruises, a bust lip and a sprained ankle, but nothing more - I'm going to live."
"Well that's good," he said, "but I'm sure I didn't touch your ankle - I was hitting your face and your chest. You managed to walk down the stairs fine."
"Yes, I got this at the hospital when I fell out of the ambulance - they didn't tell me there was a step."
"Ah. I see." Only Moses could injure himself at a hospital. "Listen, I was looking at the curtains and I think they will look nice in the sitting room."
"Yes, yes - never mind about that! There is a middle-aged man in the bed next to me who keeps trying to have a conversation with me. You need to come and get me now."
Noah sighed down the phone.
"Why can't you just have a conversation with him? You were happy to talk to the paramedics last night."
"This man is not a medical professional! He owns a car dealership downtown and wants me to have a look at an old wreck that he believes is a vintage automobile! I do not deal in vehicles!" Moses was getting quite distressed as he explained his situation, so it seemed that the loving thing to do would be to go and collect him.
"Ok Moses, calm down. I'm on my way." It was only after putting the phone down that Noah realised that he didn't have a car. He was going to have to call a taxi. He found the number in his phone and dialled, and ordered a taxi to wait outside 137 Cherry Blossom Avenue. When it arrived, it took him to the Clearhaven Accident and Emergency Centre. He hopped out and asked the driver to wait, before wandering inside and retrieving Moses. He was very pleased to be rescued, and was aided on one foot into the taxi.
"I'm not allowed to walk for a while." He announced as he sat down. "So I will have to stop going for walks around the city."
"You have never been for a walk around the city."
Twenty minutes later they were back in their flat, with Moses sat in his armchair and Mrs Bishop fussing over him.
"How can they neglect you like that? Pushing you out of an ambulance, it's outrageous!"
"They didn't push me, Mrs Bishop, I fell."
"Now now - there's no need to be brave around here, we know what happened. But we'll soon have you feeling better and walking around! You just get some rest and I'm sure Noah will bring you whatever you need." This last sentence seemed to have announced Noah as being some sort of nanny, which he highly resented. Once Mrs Bishop had gone, Moses began to issue his orders, asking for drinks, food, back massage, books - just about everything within the flat. Noah obliged for the first fifteen minutes, after which he put his foot down.
"I'm sorry Moses, but unless you have some sort of speech defect brought on by the trauma of falling from the ambulance, I can't help you."
"You're mean, Noah Crouch, I hope you know that."