Here's some more I've written. I hope you liked the previous chapter (it does have a bit of a slow start), so here's some more :D Thank you for the reviews for the previous chapter, too.
Jo turned the corner, into a long, windy street. "This is the street." said Jason, as he carefully watched out for anything out of the normal.
"There, look." said Jo, as she pointed to a man who was waiting by his letterbox, waving his arms around like a mad man.
"Thank you!" yelled the man, grateful that the ambulance had finally arrived. "Thank you!"
"It must be pretty serious...He seems so desperate." said Jo as she pulled the ambulance over, next to the man who was eagerly awaiting their arrival. "All I was told was that a woman was found on the ground."
"Yeah" replied Jason. The two unclipped their belts and both got out of the ambulance, simultaneously. The excitement the two had earlier in the day had all seemed to have gone, now being replaced with the seriousness of the situation.
"Thank god you're here!" said the concerned man. "My wife...my wife... She just fell and started shaking!" he said as he ran back into the house, with Jo quickly and surely following him close behind, as Jason got the gear from the back of the truck.
"How long ago did this happen?" asked Jo, as she crouched down the next to the middle-aged woman. It was clear to Jo that she had either fallen down the stairs and then fitted, or fitted, and then fell down the stairs.
"She wouldn't stop." he said, still in disbelief as to what had just happened.
Trying to get a clear answer from the scared man, she asked again, "Mate, how long ago did it happen?" He didn't answer. "How long ago did she actually fall?" she asked, again.
"I don't know... fifteen, maybe twenty minutes?" he said in a confused state.
By the time she had got an answer out of him, Jason had arrived and assessed her pupils. "Pupils are equal and reactive."
"Yep, good." replied Jo, as she placed an oxygen mask over the woman's mouth and nose.
"What happened? Can you help her?" asked the man, eager to know what was wrong with her.
"Just stand back, mate. We need some room." said Jo, as she moved herself on her knees over to the box of equipment they had.
"You're right, sorry." he said as he took two or so steps back, to make room for Jason and Jo to work properly.
"What was her name?" asked Jason as he looked up to the obviously distressed man.
"Um, Maria." he answered immediately. "And my name's William."
"Alright, William." replied Jason, calmly. "We're going to put a canula in Maria's hand, and put some fluids through, okay?"
"Yes, whatever you need to." replied William. Jason didn't know if the man had any idea about what he was talking about, or whether he was actually listening, but he was satisfied with the response he got by the man, and followed through with it.
"We'll do our best, William." said Jo, as she stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, just to add some comfort to such a stressful situation.
William looked Jo in the eyes. "Thank you." he said meaningfully.
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It was about midday now, and triage was full as full can get. Waiting hours were up to four hours, which meant many impatient people waiting for their turn to be seen by somebody. And with that, came in a man with a little boy, slumped over his shoulder, latching onto his father's neck.
"Um, hi... I need to see a doctor..." said the man as he arrived at the triage desk.
"Yeah, sure, what's the problem?" asked Gabrielle as she dropped her pen and pushed the paperwork she needed to finish to the side.
"My son, he's been sick, and today it just got really bad." he said, concerned for his son's wellbeing.
"Okay, how old is he?" asked Gabrielle as she stood up, just as concerned for the little boy as the father had been. She could see very clearly he was not looking well.
"Craig, he's four." he replied as he adjusted the little boy.
"Okay, what's been going on then? What symptoms has he been having?" Gabrielle asked. She didn't quite understand why she was feeling so responsible for the boy's wellbeing already; she had only known him for a minute. Perhaps, she thought, it would have something to do with what was growing in her belly?
Her thoughts were quickly washed away with the reply of the father. "He's had a fever for the last three days. Today he started vomiting and shaking too." he said. "It's just getting worse! Please you need to help us!" he yelled in desperation.
"Yes of course" said Gabrielle, taken way by the love one can have for another person. "Just come through thanks" she said as she walked over to let the pair into the Emergency Department.
"Thank you." said Matthew, as he walked through the doors, still with the little boy holding on tight to his neck.
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After putting Craig and his father in a cubicle, Gabrielle set out to find a doctor to assist her in treating the boy. Bart was busy, Charlotte was busy, Frank was probably pretending to be writing the budget and she couldn't see any other doctors around. Until she spotted Steve, who was walking away from her, still figuring out how to treat the man with who didn't want to show anyone his little privates.
"Um, Steve!" called out Gabrielle, and there was no doubt the whole department could have heard her, yet he didn't. "Bloody men..." she said to herself. "Steve!" she called out once again, this time, he heard her. He turned around at the call out. He walked to Gabrielle, confused as to why she would yell across a whole department.
"We need a doctor, thanks." she said with a smile.
"But I'm-" said Steve before he was cut off.
"Thanks Steve." she said, quickly walking back to the cubicle before he could say no.
"Okay then." he said confused, and just followed Gabrielle into the cubicle; he wasn't going to bother arguing about it, not with a hormone fuelled pregnant woman.
As soon as Steve entered the cubicle, Gabrielle started the meet-and-greet. "This is Matthew. His son, Craig, is four years old, and has been suffering from a high fever for the past four days or so."
Craig was stretched out over the bed, limp as anything. Matthew was standing against the back wall, keeping a close eye over his son. Steve gave Matthew a smile, and then crouched down to Craig's eye level. "G'day Craig, how's it going? Not too well by the looks of things." said Steve. Craig gave a slight shake of the head in agreement, and then closed his eyes as he was so tired.
"Sometimes when I talk to him I have to shake him a bit to look at me."
"Alright. We might need to take some bloods and send them off to pathology and place him on a drip to keep the fluids up; prevent dehydration and all." said Steve. He looked up to Gabrielle and saw her with a big, radiant smile, as she looked at the little boy. "Gabby?"
Gabrielle quickly snapped out of it. "Yep." she said as she and Steve left the cubicle.
"You're clucky." said Steve, smartly.
"Am not!" said Gabrielle, quickly defending her behaviour. She knew inside she was, but she felt no need to admit that to the father of her unborn child.
"I saw the way you were looking at the little boy. I'm not blind." said Steve, with the biggest smile on his face that she had ever seen. He knew he was stirring her up, and he walked away, still with a big grin. Gabrielle gave a growl and left to fetch some equipment to perform the blood test.
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