Thy Kingdom Rest

Introduction

DISCLAIMER: The characters and story belong to me but this version of going through time and changing the past comes from the movie The Butterfly Effect.

A/N: This if my first fanfic ever so don't be too harsh on me. Reviews would be helpful.

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"We have to get her to the Emergency Room ASAP. Hurry!"

The nurse took the side of the stretcher immediately and pulled it across the narrow hallway.

"Everybody move!" the nurse yelled across to the oncoming nurses and patients as they hastily maneuvered the stretcher around the empty wheelchairs and boxes.

"She is not getting enough oxygen," the nurse could hear Dr. Mendal talking. "Oh God, the oxygen mask isn't working."

Across the hallway stood the new emergency room. The room, which had been constructed on for months, had been finally finished last Tuesday. It was then painted a dull goldenrod color which the doctors agreed that it gave off a pleasant atmosphere, as if they were outside on a sunny day. In fact, the patients there also gave their input on the new color of the room. They said the color made them feel secured and gave them hope.

"Amy, watch out!"

A struck nerve ran through her body and her brain indicated pain. Amy's knee had collided with a steel post belonging to one of the stretchers that lay out on the hallway.

Fuck! Amy had not paid attention to the hallway. Instead she had taken the chance to catch a glimpse of the newly acquired patient. The patient had seemed to be in her mid-thirties. Amy's eyes realized the long blonde hair the patient had, though Amy reassured herself that the patient's hair were probably of a different color and had been dyed. I assume that her true hair color is probably black. Damn this girl needs serious help; her nose is bleeding pretty badly, Amy had thought before getting slammed in the knee. Focusing back to the hallway, a little limp gave away that Amy was still in pain. Shit! What did I do to deserve this? A fuckin' bruise will probably show up tonight. Of all times to get a fuckin' bruise, I get one today. Goddamn it. I'm getting married in three days.

"Turn Amy," Dr. Mendal reminded Amy that the new emergency room was to the left of the hospital. Abruptly Amy turned the stretcher, accidentally hitting it on the side of the wall.

"Careful Amy. God you're going to kill her."

"Sorry!" Amy replied with a sarcastic tone to her voice. Dr. Mendal didn't notice. Instead he was trying to get the new patient to breathe in steady increments.

Finally the stretcher had arrived at the emergency room. Amy hated it. She hated the cramped room, she hated the painted walls, and she hated that "fuckin'" bruise forming on her right knee. Though she had only been in this room a couple of times, she could never take it upon herself to try to appreciate it. I don't know why everyone likes this room so much. The painted walls look like someone pissed on it. In fact, it actually looks more like vomit. Amy pulled the stretcher to the middle of the room.

"Breathe Ms. Turner, breathe," Dr. Mendal immediately grabbed the old oxygen mask and replaced it with another. "Inhale. Exhale. Can you do that for me? Inhale. Exhale. Come on Ms. Turner. Take a deep breath. Now exhale." Amy had taken a step back, only to see the tall, muscular, black doctor leaning over the stretcher. Dr. Mendal's arm moved back and forth from his chest to his chin, indicating a steady breathing tempo; an example for Ms. Turner.

"Where the hell is Dr. Perez and Dr. Yamaki?" Dr. Mendal looked back at Amy, "Don't just stand there, find them."

Amy turned around and went out the door; glad to have left the "vomit" room. Breathing with a sigh of relief, she decided to check the front desk. This time she was fully aware of her surroundings and even gave the stretcher that hit her knee a kick. I swear if that was a man, I'd gladly kick him in the balls faster than he can say 'Mommy'. All her life Amy had been treated like crap from her neighbors, friends, even her own relatives. The only person who understood Amy and treated her like an equal was Amy's older brother, Todd. If it wasn't for Todd, Amy would have ended her own life as she laid in her water-filled tub with a knife in her hand. Fortunately, Todd busted down the locked door and pulled Amy out before she had lost a significant amount of blood. Amy cried thereafter and still cries every night, thankful that Todd had saved her slowly progressing life.

Amy turned to her right and walked right up to the egg-white colored desk.

"Hey Rach, you haven't seen Dr. Perez and Dr. Yamaki have you? There's an emergency in the yellow room."

A long pause had followed as Rachel checked in on the report status of both Dr. Perez and Dr. Yamaki. "That's funny," Rachel replied with an amusing tone to her voice, "Their lunch break should have finished an hour ago, yet their whereabouts are unknown. Why don't you check the cafeteria? If anything, they should be there."

Amy's anger hid behind a mask of fake smiles. Now she had to walk all the way to the opposite side of the hospital as the cafeteria stood on the west wing of the building. Not long after she politely said, "Thank you," she murmured the word "Bitch" under her breath. Unknown to her, she was about to embark on a journey towards death.

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