Through muffled screams & swollen eyes
From loss of pills & alibis
I always find my romance in the emergency room
I remind you of everything you hate
& you remind me, I'm the one to blame.
Commotion had erupted in Forks hospital as I was paged to emergency room one. There had been an accident at a local bar involving alcohol, at least that's what they were saying when I walked into the room, the double doors swing behind me. They were moving the woman from a gurney to the stainless steel table, and her eyes closed. She had a mess of blonde hair, with pale pink lips slightly parted. Her skin was snow white and almost transparent, her dark blue veins clearly visible.
That was the first time I saw Addison, barely alive on that emergency room table.
The nurses were all shouting, but all I wanted to hear was a heartbeat from the limp body before me. She'd stopped breathing as her heart stopped beating, and I could see her life pass before my eyes, as if I'd known her my entire life, as if she were a part of me.
"She's crashing!" I yelled, drawing the attention of everyone in the emergency room, even from the nurses down the hall. I didn't know if they were staring at me in fear, or awe, and I didn't care. It didn't matter.
"Get a crash cart, stat." I told a nurse, glancing around the emergency room one more time before my eyes focused on her.
There was an urge in me, to know everything about her, to consume her mind, body and soul, to suck the life from her. I gulped, filling my lungs with air before realizing it was a mistake as her scent stung my nostrils, an unfamiliar burn in my throat growing strong. I tried hard to fight off the horrible thoughts that crossed my mind, the thoughts of spilling the blood of an innocent human.
My head was spinning as a nurse rushed in with the cart, but the commands passed my lips as I kept a cool façade, keeping the room bustling with haste, haste to save this woman's life when all I wanted to do was kill her.
I ripped her shirt open bare handedly, not focusing on her glorious body. I forced myself to detach, knowing I couldn't let anything come before saving this woman.
I put conductive jelly on the defibrillator paddles, turning the machine on, waiting for it to flash. It flashed, and I cleared my throat, touching the paddles to her chest.
Her body jolted up, a current of electricity pulsing through her body, her heartbeat catching for a moment before she flat-lined, again.
I was starting to get nervous. She couldn't die. This wasn't happening. Something inside me wasn't going to let her die; something inside me couldn't let her die.
The nurses were still bustling around me anxiously, but they all watched me as I applied more jelly before charging the paddles once again, praying for a miracle.
Her body jolted as a stronger current of electricity tried to restart her heart.
I waited for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for anything.
There was a beat, then another, as her heart restarted.
There was a sigh of relief throughout the entire room as a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I dropped the paddles onto the cart, taking a step away from the table.
"Doctor Bailey, pump her stomach, and put her on an IV on saline. Her system needs to be flushed." I ordered, grabbing the chart one of the nurses from the front desk had just brought in, writing down what was wrong, and what we had done for Addison.
It was then that I knew Addison Sophy Thorn was going to be like a thorn in my side, one that left a scar that would always ache for her.
How was it?
Might post more, if I get a response or anything.
Just an idea.