Kay's Trip to NYC, part 3
Out of Mary's and into the night we went--Kay, Eamon, Chris, and Michael--having procured directions to St. Vincent's Hospital from the nice waiters, who were terribly afraid that they'd done something to sicken poor Kay.
Kay grasped Eamon and Michael's hands as Chris led the way and attempted to lighten the situation by pointing out sites of historic interest along the route.
We arrived at the Emergency Room at about 11:45 pm. . .just as, apparently, all the freaks in the City decided that St. Vincent's would be a cool place to go.
Kay was whisked away into "the ward," where she spent the next several hours writhing in pain, screaming in agony, projectile vomiting, and given a terribly good impression of Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Thankfully, her faithful beau was by her side for most of the awful ordeal.
Meanwhile, out on the steps, Chris and Michael (aka Will and David Nimoy), were wondering what on earth could happen next, their past feuds and bitter memories forgotten in concern for their common friend.
The best moment of the evening occurred when Chris went in to see Kay, who was doing the Linda Blair pea soup trick at the time. After she finished her staggering and exhausting performance, she had to go to the bathroom, and, concerned that her loose-fitting hospital robe might expose her, she said, in bleary-eyed glory, "Don't look now, you might get flashed my goodies."
And still there's more!
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