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Impervious Quill. That is my name. Most of my life I've been working at a hospital…grieving inside when I've had to tell someone that they were dying. It's very painful. John was one of the patients I had to witness being told; he had cancer. An inoperable frontal lobe tumor in his brain. I'm sure he was well more grieved than I was…
"Dr. Quill; they need you in room 304 immediately!" Nurse Remington yelled as he carted another patient down the halls of the hospital, his voice fading quickly.
I snapped out of my trance and quickly grabbed my stethoscope and other well-needed supplies. Quickly I ran over to the room, passing by something that looked…different. It was a crest or symbol of some sort being given to a visitor after yet another patient's monitor flatlined. I caught my breath a moment, gazing at the blonde female and then continued to where I was obviously needed.
"He needs an oxygen tube immediately, somebody cut off the circulation on his right arm!" Remington shouted to another nurse as I set my tools down and got to work.
"What's his heart rate? How did he get the blade lodged into his arm?" I questioned him, looking at the victim that I estimated to be around thirty years old.
Remington looked down at him, a very sharp kitchen knife wedged in the patient's lower right forearm. "We're not sure how he got it in there. He probably got stabbed. His heart rate's ninety over sixty."
"That's bad. Has he lost a lot of blood? If that being the cause than that should be normal for the situation." I began to feel his pulse on his opposite wrist to check. It was 120.
"You know, you could always ask the patient himself." Deputy Doofus-as I call her-said in her tactical manner.
"He's in pain. Too much, obviously. Now do you really think that would be fairly simple? Give him an iv. Get his heart rate and pulse to normal. After his adrenaline and rage is gone he should be able to answer questions." I told her with a dirty look.
She flicked her chestnut hair back, annoyed and rolled her eyes. "Well, duh. Of course I knew that."
I didn't even bother with a comeback. Stupid noob.
"G-g-get, g-get away from me!" The patient's eyes were filled with hatred as he tried to rip off the ivs and slug some of his attendants.
Nurse Remington and Nurse Flloyd held him down as I gave him some more pain killers. He began to relax. After a little while the attendants let go of him and Deputy Doofus left with a huff to attend somewhere else.
"Whoa, how did you attend to him so fast; Quill?" Remington looked at me with wide eyes.
"Oh, um…practice I suppose, Mr. Remington." I blushed a little, realising how quick I had been to settle the patient.
"Call me Embry." He smiled and then turned to the patient again. "What's your name? Do you know where you are?"
"Michael Thompson. I would guess that I'm in a hospital…" He gazed at the missing blade in his arm, the bandages and ivs replacing it.
"Good. You're conscious. Do you know how you were injured at all Mr. Thompson?" Embry asked him.
He paused a moment, moving his long black hair off his face with his left hand. "I'm not sure. I was walking down an alley and then sort of…blacked out I guess. Someone probably missed the vital areas with that knife."
"Yeah, that's for sure. I don't remember forearms being too vital to the body." Flloyd laughed and tapped his pen to his clipboard as he scrawled notes down.
"Hmmm…well, I have to go, alright guys? I'll be back soon. It's my lunchbreak, so I deserve it." I nodded to the two men I had just become acquaintances with.
"Alright, Quill. See ya." Embry flashed another smile my way.
I smiled back and returned to the hall that I had seen the unusual object. Turning the corner cautiously I looked into the room. There was…nothing. The beds were bare and clean with new sheets. I sighed and turned around to actually take my lunchbreak, then gasped when I saw the blonde who received the crest.
"Oh, ummm…is there something you need here, Ms.?" I asked her.
She shook and frowned. "Yeah…I think I forgot something in here."
I watched her lift the sheets up on the bed, checking for something she must have missed. A shiny gold object fell into her hands, the symbolic crest I saw from earlier. "If you don't mind me asking, what is that?" I asked her.
"It's my mother's memoir. The only thing she left before she had…passed away a little while ago." She looked as if she were about to cry, but then ran past me filled with emotion and to the elevator. As she passed by me I noticed a message on the memoir:
X marks the spot.
What could that mean?
