The second chapter. Thanks for everyone who favorited, reviewed, subscribed. I really appreciate it. At the end it gets very descriptive. May be considered an M rating there, but otherwise still T.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. 'What?' she thought. Then she recognized the motion as someone walking. The way they walk. Their gait. 'But, why am I being carried?' She had yet to open her eyes. But even behind the lids of her eyes she could tell it was really bright. Daylight bright. Not like a sterile place with doctors and such but normal non-artificial light. Up. Down. Up. Down. This action is making her feel sick. And she knows if she doesn't open her eyes she's going to throw up. Slowly centimeters at a time her eyes open. Immediately she shuts them away from the light again. Slowly, more carefully now she opens them again. Looking up, she can see the man carrying her. He's handsome. Someone she might date. Someone she might wear a dress for. Then all she can feel is pain. Radiating from every inch of her body. She hears yelling. The sound of metal on metal. She can smell blood.
Whose blood? Was it her's or was it… her best friend's. The person of which those screams are coming from. Oh, God! What happened? Car crash. Semi truck. Ow. She yells. For her friend. The friend who's hurt really bad. She has no idea how extensive her injuries are. All she cares about are HERS. The person she loves and would take a bullet for. More pain. This time she can tell it's coming from her leg. Looking down, she wishes she didn't. Blood covers her body. A bone is sticking out of her leg. Her mind is cloudy and she cannot remember the name of that bone. Surely her friend would know. The person who is yelling, screaming for help. The person who is severely hurt.
Darkness. She now is in a dark area. People surround her. Trying to help she assumes. Needles, tubes, masks. Gloves, surgical instruments, monitors. Everything moving in a rush. "No!" she yells. "Please is she going to be okay? What happened? Let me stay with her! I can't leave her. She's scared. Please. Let me be with her!"
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I can't permit that. You are hurt bad. Your friend will be taken care of."
She stops listening at sorry. She doesn't need to hear the rest. She knows that that will be the final decision. Her mind swirls around her. Deep pain protrudes her temple. More shaking. Jostling around. She feels the hum under her back. She knows they're driving. To a hospital she presumes. "Will she be taken here too?" She asks, questioning about her friend.
"If you mean the same hospital yes. But you won't be able to see her until much later. You have injuries that will require surgery and she does too. Is there anyone I can call for you? Anything I can do?" The paramedic to her left asks leaning over her.
"Ma'am, I'm going to insert the IV now." Warns the paramedic to her right.
She gives a nod to the second paramedic. Turning her head over she says, "Detective Berry Frost. BPD. He'll know to inform everyone else."
"I will do that." He tells her and pulls out a phone. Talking to the other line her attention is pulled back to what the female and second paramedic is doing. She's cutting her slacks. Almost completely off.
"Miss, I'm going to need to insert a Foley catheter into your urethra. You're going into surgery almost immediately at the hospital for that leg. I'm sorry, but ETA is five minutes. I need to do it now."
"Alright." She shakily replies. She hates when people touch and see her down there. Looking over to the male medic who just got off the phone he reads her facial expression and heads up to the front to be with the driver.
Carefully pulling off the rest of her patient's slacks and then her underwear. Putting gloves on and getting the supplies ready.
Maura felt completely embarrassed and exposed. She had only twice exposed her womanly parts to a male and the only other people who had seen her parts at this age besides her self were her gynecologist. She felt the paramedic now identified as Kerri separate her thighs. "Dr. Isles, this might be uncomfortable and possibly mildly painful but I need you to stay as still as you can. I will get this done with very quickly. I promise." Kerri then parted her folds and spread the cold iodine on the inside of her folds. Taking hold of the tube she looked up at her patient. Her eyes were squeezed shut. 'God, I hate this job sometimes.' she thought before thrusting the tube into her patient's most private and sensitive area.
Poor Maura! Did I have you all guessing who it would be or were you pretty certain it was Maura? Reviews are always welcome and appreciated.
Also, I've never had a foley catheter done, so I don't know what it would feel like and what not. But, I have read about how it's done, so I do know that it was pretty accurate what the medic did to her.
Thanks guys!
