Blood Oath
by
John DeHavaland
"For the second time, Move!."
Josh waited again for the teenager to move. The boy, maybe a little over 15, turned around as if in a daze.
"God, sorry, I..didn't hear you." Josh sighed.
"Try telling that to Mrs. Taylor here."
"Is it time for me pills yet love? I've got 'em here somewhere" she asked, seemingly relishing her medication time and dived into her large bag.
Josh continued to wheel the pensioner through the automatic doors of the A and E department.
"No sweetheart, don't you worry about your pills at the minute, lets get your leg looked at.". Josh's voice was engulfed by the sounds of people talking and the clatter of trolleys as the boy watched them go.
He glanced up at the sign above the entrance. "It'll be better soon, all better". He coughed a little and headed for the reception desk.
Duffy assembled another minijet of epinephrine.
"This is the fourth one Harry" she said as she passed the syringe to the anaesthetist at the top of the bed.
"It never looked to good to begin with, his last echo showed an E.F. of 35%, I'm surprised his heart lasted this long."
With a glance at the anaesthetist and a nod to Duffy he put his hand on Zita's arm.
"OK mate lets call it, stop CPR"
He looked at the clock.
"Time of death 18:50."
Zita, sweat now soaking the back of her scrub, sighed, more from exhaustion than defeat. She got down from the step and said
"I'll go get a shroud then." "You go and have a swift cuppa and change your top, you look like you need both. I'll start laying him out."
Zita, not wanting to turn down a free five-minute break, smiled and left.
"For the second time, Move!."
Josh waited again for the teenager to move. The boy, maybe a little over 15, turned around as if in a daze.
"God, sorry, I..didn't hear you." Josh sighed.
"Try telling that to Mrs. Taylor here."
"Is it time for me pills yet love? I've got 'em here somewhere" she asked, seemingly relishing her medication time and dived into her large bag.
Josh continued to wheel the pensioner through the automatic doors of the A and E department.
"No sweetheart, don't you worry about your pills at the minute, lets get your leg looked at.". Josh's voice was engulfed by the sounds of people talking and the clatter of trolleys as the boy watched them go.
He glanced up at the sign above the entrance. "It'll be better soon, all better". He coughed a little and headed for the reception desk.
Duffy assembled another minijet of epinephrine.
"This is the fourth one Harry" she said as she passed the syringe to the anaesthetist at the top of the bed.
"It never looked to good to begin with, his last echo showed an E.F. of 35%, I'm surprised his heart lasted this long."
With a glance at the anaesthetist and a nod to Duffy he put his hand on Zita's arm.
"OK mate lets call it, stop CPR"
He looked at the clock.
"Time of death 18:50."
Zita, sweat now soaking the back of her scrub, sighed, more from exhaustion than defeat. She got down from the step and said
"I'll go get a shroud then." "You go and have a swift cuppa and change your top, you look like you need both. I'll start laying him out."
Zita, not wanting to turn down a free five-minute break, smiled and left.