Thursday, October 9, 2008

Chapter 2

Transfused
9.15.2004
1:45 am

From the shattered glass doors and the twisted metal frame to the back wall embellished by the ambulance, the detritus and blood painted the floor of the ER. Now an extension of the back wall, the emergency vehicle produced the most red-paint. The nurses and interns checked for survivors, through the twisted, battered, broken, tossed, wrapped-around-a-column bodies. A fire caused by the ambulance caused an explosion, which summoned immediate response from other hospital personnel.

Nineteen out of twenty ER patients and personnel had died immediately. The last died a slow painful death after an IV pole slammed through her right leg and came out near the hip, the explosion had turned the rod into a spear, piercing flesh and shattering through the bone.
The emergency personnel flattened on impact. They opened the doors of the demolished vehicle. A small stained red body tossed on the floor of the small lab. The doctors immediately called for help, they were scared to move her because of the impact. There was no telling how that could have further injured her. A trauma surgeon ran into the ER and screamed for people.

"There's a women. We need help, stat."

Two of the nurses, one male and one female, were trying not to get in the way, quickly ran for the huge hole in the wall.

"You," she yelled and pointed to the male. "Help me lift her onto the gurney. You," she jutted her finger at the female. "Check her vitals, and you know to do the usual checks, just do it. Ready," She asked the male.

"Yes!"

"One, Two, Three. Lift."

They lifted her weakened life state onto the medical apparatus. Quickly, efficiently, and carefully they wheeled her in through the front entrance, to the elevator, and up to the second floor. They sped out of the elevator and quickly took a left in the hallway, headed down the hallway to the next turn. They took it sharply, the body rolled, the female nurse stabilized the body.

"Whew, that was close!"

They ran down the hall and slammed into the operating rooms swinging doors. There was already a small girl's body on the other operating table. As fast as they could, they transferred the adult body to the second operating table through the second doors, a conjoined operating room, with enough room for people to pass through without being a hindrance to the other team.

Some of the team working on the girl went with the three transporting the adult. The doctor rushed into the room and started immediately. The trauma surgeon helped double the team, speed, and efficiency. They were here to save lives not to prove to the interns that they were the best, but there to actually be a miracle in somebody's life.

"We need blood."

The demand came from both rooms. Luckily, both females had the same blood type.

"We just ran out of that blood type and o positive last night around 12:30 and the next shipment will not be shipped till tomorrow. Do you want me to call the blood bank and have them rush it over?"

"No, there's no time. That would take about two hours longer then when we need it. We need blood and we need it now."

"We just brought a body into the morgue that has the same blood type, blood's still flowing."

"That won't work. Blood needs to be tested extensively before it's used on patients."

"We just found her chart. She donated blood a week and a half ago to the hospital's blood drive, and the test results came back clean."

"Good. Then get it up here stat. Go." The personnel was gone before he could finish, he knew what he had to do. "Let's hope that blood is compatible, and clean. I'm putting my career on the line, if we don't use that blood, then she's going to die."

~

Two hours and a whole body's blood gone, both were finally out of the operating room into the recovery room.

~

The girl woke first. They moved her into a room. It would be days till she would be released.

~

Two hours after the girl had been moved, the women still had not awakened.

"Her body must be having trouble restarting," stated the doctor. "It's hard to tell how long she was out their bleeding out from that glass fragment. Just to be safe we should go ahead as a precaution and put her into a drug induced coma."

The nurse brought the drugs in to the doctor.

"Oh, Sweet Jesus," she gasped as she said it. "Her husband just died about two hours ago, her name is . . ."

The doctor cut her off, "We know she had her ID in her back pocket. Demi."

~

Two Months Later
11.20.2004

Her eyes opened to a light she hadn't seen for a while. Blinding, she quickly dove off the bed and took cover. As she did the cords that we're attached to her arms and other body parts ripped out, all but the catheter because it was mounted on the side of the bed that she had leaped off. It did give a little tug from being caught on the side of the bed. The ripped out wires and cords had triggered an alarm.

Nurses rushed in. It took about fifteen minutes to get her calmed down. She motioned to them that she needed a drink by demonstrating to them with her hand how you would drink from a cup.

They brought her ice chips.

The first question the nurses were sure was going to be, "Where's my husband?"

The women got a puzzled look on her face like she was trying to conclude something, or think of something long forgotten.

She looked at the nurse that was helping her now, and opened her dry lips.

"What did you say, honey," after a while her brain made the missing links and she answered her question. "Honey, you don't have one."

"WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER. Where's my daughter. I have one! WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER!"

She went crazy, and started tossing hospital room inventory around the room and at the nurses. One nurse heard the screaming and hurried and retrieved a syringe and a bottle from the drawer behind the crazy lady. She walked up behind the patient and carefully gave her a shot in the neck.

"Where's m . . . my daugh . . . daughter?"

She finally got out before fading to darkness on the floor.

"Who's going to tell her she probably dreamed having a daughter while in her coma, and tell her that her . . . her husband died?"

"I think it would be best if we put her on suicide watch, and call a shrink for when she wakes up. She's going to need a professional to tell her and help her through this difficult time. I can only imagine the pain that she is going to be going through."

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