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Author's note: I'm writing this while watching U-571: just thought you should know!! :) Also, in my past two stories, someone was being abused, they were kinda the same (so to speak) and I promise you that this one will be completely different!
Dave was in the lounge, getting ready to leave when he heard yelling in the main ER room (I don't know! Bear with me please). Interested to see what the comotion was about, he stepped outside (so to speak).
"Dave we need you in Trauma one, now!" Weaver yelled.
He raced into the room to see Jing-mei lying on the gurney with blood flowing freely from both wrists. Holding back the tears he did the only thing he could think of. He raced over, grabbed a wrist and held it tight to his chest, trying to make it stop bleeding. Everything around him seemed to slow down. Suddenly, someone pulled him off of her.
"Clear!" Someone yelled. "Damn. Charge to 200! Clear!"
"Asystole."
"Push another epy and charge to 250! Clear!"
The flat-line noise of the moniter burned the air.
"That's it. Time of death, 18:45."
Everyone stood silent. Dave kicked the door open and walked out. His emotions were raging inside him. No one even bothered to go after him, in fact, no one knew he'd even left. He felt sad, angry, anxious, and the list went on. He rode his bike home and went straight under the covers where he began to openly sob. It hurt to live. It hurt breathe. He admitted it now that he loved Jing-mei. The song "I always thought I'd see you again." by Willie Nelson (I know that's not right but I'm guessing: you know "I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end, but I always thought I'd see you again. Let me know who it's by if you can) came to mind. He'd felt the feeling in his stomach of emptyness and unhappiness before. The feeling of when nothing mattered anymore. But this time it was unbearable.
He got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. Dave opened the medicine cabinet and dumped a pile of sleeping pills into his hand. Then grabbed a fresh razor blade and only slit one wrist. He walked into his bedroom and got back under the covers and fell asleep.
Got cha' hooked? R/R- and don't worry, there's a second chapter. Sorry it's so short but I had to do it to keep you waiting for the next chapter!! Yes, I know, I'm evil :)
Author's note: I'm writing this while watching U-571: just thought you should know!! :) Also, in my past two stories, someone was being abused, they were kinda the same (so to speak) and I promise you that this one will be completely different!
Dave was in the lounge, getting ready to leave when he heard yelling in the main ER room (I don't know! Bear with me please). Interested to see what the comotion was about, he stepped outside (so to speak).
"Dave we need you in Trauma one, now!" Weaver yelled.
He raced into the room to see Jing-mei lying on the gurney with blood flowing freely from both wrists. Holding back the tears he did the only thing he could think of. He raced over, grabbed a wrist and held it tight to his chest, trying to make it stop bleeding. Everything around him seemed to slow down. Suddenly, someone pulled him off of her.
"Clear!" Someone yelled. "Damn. Charge to 200! Clear!"
"Asystole."
"Push another epy and charge to 250! Clear!"
The flat-line noise of the moniter burned the air.
"That's it. Time of death, 18:45."
Everyone stood silent. Dave kicked the door open and walked out. His emotions were raging inside him. No one even bothered to go after him, in fact, no one knew he'd even left. He felt sad, angry, anxious, and the list went on. He rode his bike home and went straight under the covers where he began to openly sob. It hurt to live. It hurt breathe. He admitted it now that he loved Jing-mei. The song "I always thought I'd see you again." by Willie Nelson (I know that's not right but I'm guessing: you know "I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end, but I always thought I'd see you again. Let me know who it's by if you can) came to mind. He'd felt the feeling in his stomach of emptyness and unhappiness before. The feeling of when nothing mattered anymore. But this time it was unbearable.
He got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. Dave opened the medicine cabinet and dumped a pile of sleeping pills into his hand. Then grabbed a fresh razor blade and only slit one wrist. He walked into his bedroom and got back under the covers and fell asleep.
Got cha' hooked? R/R- and don't worry, there's a second chapter. Sorry it's so short but I had to do it to keep you waiting for the next chapter!! Yes, I know, I'm evil :)