Well, let me stop you right here, now, it's not clear that you worked in a hospital. I'm going to ask you to start over one more time, and let, let us know that, that you worked at an area hospital. So pick it up from the same point again, early on.
The very same hospital that Arthur was admitted to, you see, a hospital where I worked, which is Jackson Memorial Hospital, and, that particular time, like I said, that he arrived there, and I didn't know that, that was, that he was in the hospital that same night that I was working.
Let's stop down a second, I'm sorry. OK, I screwed that up for you, I'm s--
OK, start again.
The night that I had to go to work, Arthur didn't arrive home to keep the kids, so I made a decision to go ahead and take the kids to the babysitter so someone could keep them, while I was at work at Jackson Hospital, I walked into my patient's room, and I looked out the window, and I saw the ambulance coming across, and I said to myself, "Oh my gosh, someone is coming in," and this was two o'clock in the morning, not knowing, that at the same time, that it was Arthur coming in. Never did I think anymore about the patient, nor did I think of Arthur, I decided to continue my work on. I work until my regular shift change, which is 7:30 in the morning. I prepared my patients for the next morning. I clocked out which is my regular time of 7:30. Before I clocked out at 7:30, I call Arthur's home, and spoke with his baby sister, which stated to me that he was asleep. And I said to her, don't wake him up, I'll call at him when I arrive home. I clocked out my job, I return home, and instead of coming in directly as usual, like I usually do, or as I intended to do, I decided, my neighbor spoke with me that morning and held me up for maybe about an hour or an hour and a half talking. So I didn't get a chance to call him at home, because he usually leave between eight that morning, it took a while for his business. I came in late, change up, and I went back over to my mother, pick her up, and we decided that we'll go out Christmas shopping. As I return from Christmas shopping there was a note on my door stating to get in contact with the office immediately, signed Larry. Instead of calling the office, I decided that I would drive to Larry's house. At the moment that I arrived, Larry stepped out the door, and he stated to me, "Frederica, was Arthur on a motorcycle?" Or, he stated, "Does Arthur have a motorcycle?" And I said, "Yes," and I broke down. Larry walked me in and calmed me down and asked me to call the office, and I said, "Larry, what's the problem? What's the problem?" And he spoke to me that Duff was in a motorcycle accident. I said to him, "No, you're not telling me this." "Frederica, calm down." Excuse me. After I did calm myself down, I had to come back and pick up my kid from school, and as I walk in, the hospital called me, and the asked me several questions over the phone, and immediately they needed me to come to the hospital to identify his name. And I said, "What is the problem, what's wrong?" And as the doctor was speaking to me over the phone, they stated the several problems that was going on with him, and I said to him, "I'll be there as soon as possible." Instead, I called his oldest brother, and a moment, breaking down in tears, I asked, "Louis, did you hear about your brother?" He said, "Rica, calm down. They said that he was in a motorcycle accident." I say, "Who hit him on the motorcycle?" "No one hit him," as Louis stated, "he rammed himself into a wall." And it's just like saying, I feel a little better because I heard the word from the older brother. As my kid arrived from school, I drove to the hospital. I've gotten near him, They would not let me in to see him. I asked the doctor why. They said to me, "We're working on him. You will be able to see him in a couple of hours." There was four hours before I seen Arthur. When I did see Arthur, it was like, "No, this is not Arthur. This is not an accident."**
We have to stop right here.