Authors Note; I own NOTHING Fifty Shades of Grey related.
Chapter One.
My Kind of Love, Emile Sande….
It had been a long day; I had buried my mother, dealt with countless people at the very sombre wake, cleaned up after everyone else and then had to deal with her attorney while he told me where her assets had been spread and what was coming to me as inheritance. It was now 9pm and I hadn't yet sat down properly or taken off these incredibly uncomfortable black stilettos.
Rubbing my temples I flounced on to the couch and kicked off the offending shoes and sighed; finally the house was quiet and empty. I looked around the house and remembered how the actions of one man had cost me my mother….
"Road collision coming in any minute now; one restrained female, one unrestrained male. All on-call medical staff to attend the ER immediately" Came the sound over the Ground floor speakers at St James's hospital at 2pm on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. A sudden rush of trauma nurses, interns and doctors rushed toward the Triage hall; a place Ryleigh loved more than anywhere else in the world. It was where all urgent and bloody traumas were bought in, assessed and branched off in to different directions such as surgery, sutures, fractures and admitting. It was the busiest place in the hospital and it was where the young nurse thrived and really came in to her own; doctors of all levels knew that when a trauma came in she was the one that everyone reported to. No one even sneezed without Ryleigh knowing about it, and no one dares cross her. She knew everything anyone could ever possibly need to know about the ins and outs of a busy ER and patient care.
As she rushed with the rest of the team toward the triage unit, she put on protective gloves and an apron and prepared for the rush, and she didn't have to wait long; Medics wheeled in two gurneys, one containing a man who was groaning in a morphine haze while other medics were pumping the chest of a woman.
"What do we have here Jo?" Ryleigh asked the head medic who was searching her out to hand over the patient to her and the two doctors she always worked with in the ER.
"Restrained female driver, hit side on by a ten ton truck, the driver went through his windscreen and landed on another car, those passengers are fine. This patient was unresponsive on arrival and her stats have been down, we were trying not call it Ryleigh." Jo said, looking sympathetic and tired as he continued chest compressions.
"Let me take over." Ryleigh nudged him out of the way and took over, looking only at her hands as they compressed the patient's chest.
"Let's get a shot of adrenaline and start up the paddles" Dr Marsden asked his intern. Ryleigh continued compressions while things were prepared; she focused on her hands only, she found that when she looked directly at what she was doing her ears heard more and she was ready to move quicker. She could also hand out directions and orders without having to look up form whatever she was doing, one of the many things that earned her the respect of her peers.
"Charging to twenty." Dr Marsden declared, Ryleigh moved her hands and watched the woman's chest. "Clear!" He called out, every one stood back as the shock coursed through the patient's body in a failed attempt to kick start her heart so it could beat unaided.
"Charging to forty…..clear!" Dr Marsden called, and another failed attempt at the kick-start was followed by another and another and more adrenaline being administered and another attempt.
Ryleigh looked at the monitor and saw nothing.
"Time of death, fourteen twenty-three. Thank you for your help everybody." Dr Marsden declared, leaving Ryleigh to remove the respiration tube, clearing hair and blood away from the deceased woman's face was an action that caused her entire world to shatter around her.
"Mom?!" She cried out, suddenly realising who her patient was. "Mom?!" She cried again, shaking her mother's still shoulders.
Jo was the first one to hear his colleagues distraught voice and strode over to her.
"Ryleigh?" He said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"That's my mom." She whispered before collapsing in to his arms.
"He just walked away from it with a few breaks and cuts. Bastard." Ryleigh spoke out loud to herself. "Texting on the job without a seatbelt and he manages to get out alive and my mother was killed. She was just minding her own business, driving home from the grocery store. Bastard!" She spat bitterly before wrapping her arms around a cushion and howling in pain as she cried herself in to a dreamless sleep.