Twister
Chapter one
On the Friday night of February 29 1997 the Hardin Memorial Hospital was bursting with life. In one room in particular several nurses were gathered around a young boy about fourteen years of life. His chest had been crushed, his lungs punctured, several ribs broken. He had severe internal bleeding, that the doctors were quite anxious to put a stop too. They wanted desperately to be able to save the boy's life. The odds were against him making it, but that wouldn't stop each and every one of them from giving it there all. They hated losing anyone, but for one so young to die, they wouldn't hear of it. They weren't sure why this one boy mattered so much but they knew somebody cared for him and was desperate to find him.
The John Doe had been brought in by ambulance fifteen minutes earlier. He had been rescued from a house that had collapsed after a tree had been literally tossed onto it, from the tornado that had torn through the area just hours earlier. It had been a relatively small tornado it still it had left a lot of damage in its wake.
"Why was this child even alone during the storm that came through?" a blonde headed nurse wondered out loud as she kept two fingers on the boy's wrist and kept an eye on his pulse. It brought tears to the young nurses' eyes as she watched the young boy struggle to even take in air. She knew it would take a miracle for the young boy to survive his injuries, but she hoped the unknown child had the strength to pull through, and more than that she hoped that whoever the kid belonged too, would be able to find him. After all no one deserved to be alone when the odds were so against them.
"Is the OR ready yet?" the doctor asked he was worried about how fast the kid was panting. It was pretty obvious he wasn't going to last much longer unless the OR was ready.
"Yes sir" a dark haired nurse replied quickly like everyone else she was praying the boy would even make it to the operating room. The doctor didn't say anything but he hurriedly rushed the stretcher the boy was currently on, towards the elevators that would bring the kid to the room where the kid's life would hopefully be spared.
Once the kid was in surgery and the blonde haired nurse off duty she took off towards the area where people were posting requests of have you seen this child posters. The young nurse noticed no one had yet posted anything about the kid that had been brought in earlier. It made her sad to know that no one was yet looking for him, he had to be loved by somebody, there had to be someone out there that would care to know where he was. Somebody that cared to know that the child was currently in critical condition and not expected to make it. she wondered if the tornado hadn't gotten ahold of the boy's family, that was the only reason she could think of for them not trying to find the boy.
"Let me find them" she prayed out loud "even if it is to tell them the bad news. He shouldn't have to be alone right now." she turned away from the board and headed towards what was left of her own home. The town had a lot of cleaning up to do, but they would stand together as one because they were stronger as a community. The town would be alright it was the one lone child lying in surgery that the woman worried about.
TBC?