I was pleasantly surprised to find that so many people wanted me to continue this story. So I did continue it.

Also Nurse Catherine is an OC, because I didn't know any of the nurses and wanted to put something from a nurses point of view so you would know what an honest doctors opinion would be for this story.

Now I am in no case a doctor, and I used the internet for medical information, though most of this came from my mind. In no matter am I sure that this is what would have been a treatment in Joe's case.

In this chapter there are point of view changes. So I did it that the name in bold means that it will be in there point of view.

And I guess I will see you at the bottom, ~Leopardfang


Joe.

It was cold.

Extremely cold. My body was shivering in rather large jerks from the cold. My skin felt like a sharp bitter wind was biting into it, stealing away all my warmth. It was almost like my warmth was soaking out through my skin, leaving me hollow and empty and frozen.

So when I cracked open my eyes and saw the bright sun blaring down on me I was really surprised. It was only then that I realized the sweat coating my pale skin, making me feel nauseous.

The nausea grew, and grew, and grew. Until I realized that I had begun to spit milky white and sticky bile all over the front of my shirt. Only my shirt was a dark scarlet, and I had been fairly certain that I had put of a light grey shirt this morning. Yes, I did. I can remember it being a soft cotton feeling, and it had been short sleeved.

But if it was this cold then why had I put on a short sleeved shirt?

It was only then when I brought a pale hand to brush at my shirt and it came back covered in wet sticky scarlet substance that smelled metallic that a feeling of dread filled me.

Was that… Blood?

That was when it all came rushing back to me.

The surprised and concerned feeling when I saw Julia bleeding out from a gun-shot wound. The frantic yet determined look that Barbie had as he tried desperately to stop the blood pooling around Julia. The horrible car crash. The feeling of pain and panic as I saw a huge piece of glass stuck in my chest. My determined pleads for Barbie and Julia to leave. My ungainly and unsteady descent from the car. The rushed and desperate state Norrie's voice had been in.

Norrie.

Norrie with her long ginger hair. Norrie with her warm brown eyes. Norrie with her crooked smile. Norrie with her devious yet sweet personality. Norrie, my sweet Norrie.

Would I ever see her again?

It was then when I heard tires screeching and muffled curses that were soon followed by hurried footsteps. Norrie's muffled footsteps. Was it weird that I had memorized what her footsteps sounded like? Probably, but right now I didn't care.

Because she was here.

One of her pale hands crushing mine in strong desperation, the other trying to stop the blood pouring from my chest. Her pale lips moving in endless whispers that I couldn't catch. Her long hair brushing my shoulders as she leaned over me, not noticing as the tips got stained dark with my blood. She was so close that I could have reached out and touched her.

So I tried, I raised the hand that wasn't in her grasp and was about halfway to her trembling face when sharp pain jolted through it, causing it to fall short of its target and lay motionless next to me. I glanced at it and saw that I could actually see a bone sticking out of my arm, the bone was a creamish-white color that had a light stain of red from my blood. I could see my flesh had parted raggedly, to allow the bone to poke through, leaving it torn to a small mass of scarlet, red, and pink.

In other words, My arm was broken to hell.

I couldn't stop the whimper that left my lips and fought panic when I caught sight of silver trails running down Norrie's cheeks.

I opened my mouth to tell her that it would be alright, that everything was going to be just fine. But when I tried all that came out was a garbled gasp, and a small trail of blood.

Norrie's words drifted to me, so soft that it could have been the wind, "Joe, Joe stay with me, please. I love you and I need you to stay with me."

I hadn't even begun to notice that black spots that had been swimming in my vision, until they began to grow and solidify. But I could see them now, as they stretched across my vision until all that was in my view was Norrie's eyes.

Norrie's eyes, that had become so dark with a flurry of emotions. I could almost see them written in her gaze. Terror, concern, shock, panic, helplessness, uncertainty; So many that I had begun to feel the hand gripping mine tremble slightly with strain.

It was then that I felt my body falling completely limp and my eyes drifting closed.

I tried to keep anchored to reality, but I couldn't. It was just out of reach, and I could almost feel it slipping farther and farther away from me. Until it was nothing but a tiny speak of light in the growing darkness. Darkness that brought with It promises of numbness. Darkness that had begun to overwhelm me in it's comforting embrace.

Then there was a tiny prick of pain, so much duller than all my other pain that I was surprised I could feel it, and it brought reality.

Sharp Harsh Reality. A reality where I was laying on the hard asphalt that was covered in glass and twisted metal, shivering in a puddle of my own blood.

Norrie was gone now, replaced by a young woman that I didn't recognize with thick brown hair that was up in a bun and calculating blue eyes. She was pressing one hand hard against my neck as she searched for a pulse, and tying something to my left thigh with the other hand.

Another nurse appeared, with blonde hair that was pulled back in a pony-tail and green eyes that were sharp with concentration. She quickly shoved something onto my face, something clear that covered my mouth. And I found that I could suddenly breathe a whole lot easier, My ragged and unsteady breaths calming slightly till they were sharp but even gasps instead.

Then there was another small prick of dull pain, and I knew nothing more.

Nurse Catherine

Blood.

I wasn't a stranger to it, after all how could I be? I was a nurse, a doctor, a healer. My path was wound with blood, my hands meant be coated with it.

But too much of it had been spilled lately.

Ever since the dome came down I had seen three times as much blood then in the last three years combined. Just today two people with serious injuries, injuries they might not ever recover from, had come.

I had known Joe.

I had known him since he was a little boy, When he would bounce around his mother playing with this little stuffed cow. I had seen him smile and laugh. I had seen him cry out in pain and horror. I had seen him smirk like a manic as he jumped up and down in complete and utter joy. Whenever I had seen him he was always moving. Sometimes he was running or jumping. Sometimes his hands were twitching in impatience or his feet were tapping to a rhythm. But he was always moving, always.

But now he wasn't.

Now he was completely still, laying limp in a puddle of blood. His face slack with unconsciousness. I had to check his pulse, just to know if he was still alive. He sputtered then and blood soon stained the clear casing of an oxygen mask a dark scarlet. I looked down at my hands as they worked on instinct, trying to refocus. I had already finished tying the tourniquet that was stopping the blood from flowing down from his left thigh to his ankles, where it had stained the all-too-familiar shoes, And I had begun to study his shattered left arm.

The more experienced nurse beside me had already called for a gurney and an Iv-drip, claiming that Joe was in shock. She was placing one hand on his neck to make sure that his pulse kept strong, while the other she was examining the piece of glass that was at least four inches deep in his upper chest, leaving about three inches still sticking out of his chest.

I heard a squeaking sound and turned to see the gurney being wheeled in closer. I helped the other nurse carefully lift Joe onto the gurney and then was about half-way to the ambulance when I caught sight of the young teenager that was gripping a piece of torn and bloody light grey cloth in her shaking and blood-coated hands. She had bitten her lip until it bleed, and I could just barely see the scarlet liquid dripping down to her chin from the distance. I waved her closer, and she practically ran to me, letting me catch sight of the blood clotted on the tips of her hair.

I waved her into the back of the ambulance and she quickly jumped in and sat beside me and a little girl with a large cut on her cheek.

The car started and I could see the teenage girl, Norrie, Settle down beside Joe, where she carefully brushed his hair away from his face, not noticing as she left a small trail of blood across his forehead. I turned away from them and grabbed a first-aid-kit and walked over to the little girl.

"Hello, What is your name?" I asked her as I carefully wiped away the blood that had begun to dry on her face.

"I'm Katie, do you know if my daddy is alright? They put him in the other ambulance and said that I had to come in this one."

I smiled sadly at her, I had briefly heard someone shouting about a serious concussion, a shattered collarbone, and possible internal injuries. I tried to think about a way to reply to the girl's question, "Your father isn't well at the moment, we have to take him to the clinic to help him. I'm sure that we can help him get better".

Katie looked at me for a moment, barely wincing as I disinfected the cut and put some butterfly bandages on it to keep it sealed shut. She finally spoke in an tired voice "So he will get better?"

I was never one for false hope. It was wrong. If you give people false hope it just means that it will hurt twice as much if the hope isn't fulfilled. So I just said, "Let's wish for the best. If all goes well then he should be fine."

Katie dropped her gaze and concentrated on her shoes, shoes that had once been white but were stained scarlet with blood. She tried to stop the yawn that exploded from her throat, but was unsuccessful.

"Why don't you take a nap? I promise that I'll wake you when we get to the clinic"

Katie offered a small smile of thanks, before her eyes slid closed and she fell limp into my lap. I carefully shifted so that I was on the seat beside her and didn't bother to move her head, I didn't have a pillow to get her anyways, and what harm would it do to let her use my lap as a pillow?

I looked across the ambulance at where Norrie had pulled a chair over to Joe's gurney and had propped her elbows on the side of it, Her head held high as if keeping guard.

It was sweet, and so I didn't want to mention the way her eyes were blood-shot from crying. I head her whisper softly, and was surprised that I could hear her over the loud engines,

"I love you Joe, please don't leave me."

I looked at the pale and bloody boy and wondered if he was going to die. Then I looked at the quietly sobbing Norrie. She looked at me as if expecting me to say something to make her feel better. As if she was expecting me to tell her that Joe would survive this.

But I was never one for false hope, so I didn't say a word.


I'm sorry that it took so long to update, and hope that you like this chapter. It had more Jorrie than I expected, but I really hoped that you liked it. I would love to have some more reviews, favorites, or follow.

AND A BIG THANKS TO ANYONE WHO REVIEWED, FOLLOWED, OR FAVORITED. You're the reason that I continued this.

And I hope this chapter didn't seem to confusing ~ Leopardfang