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Chapter 3

The transport wasn't good for him. He now could barely breathe and the air around him wasn't enough for his body. More and more he drifted away into unconsciousness.

"Get that mask on him, NOW!" the doc ordered the paramedics.

Denny tried to raise his arms to his head but someone held them down. He panicked as the mask slid over his face now covering his mouth and nose. He shook his head but it didn't help. He looked at Izzy. She was crying. Someone was still holding him down.

"It's for your own good Mr. Duquette."

Denny tried with all his remaining strength to free himself but the hold was too strong. He gave up and took deep breaths. The extra oxygen that flowed through his lungs did indeed improve his situation. Even though he hated the taste of the mask and the fact he couldn't speak properly, the headache was getting better.

"Saturation up to 85%." The Paramedic said. "Good," the doc replied. "Let's give him something to calm down so it stays that way."

Izzy spoke what Denny had been thinking: "But there is no need now! He has calmed down already. See, his saturation!" Izzie pointed on the beeping monitor. It now showed a saturation of 87%.

"I can see that. We want to make sure. With his fear you never know what is going to happen."

Denny was shocked. With big eyes he looked at Izzy. She tried to hold back the tears. He knew she tried so he wouldn't worry. But he did nonetheless. She stroked his hair. He felt a sting on his left arm. Reflexively he tried to lift it but strong hands were still holding him down on his upper arms.

"The IV line is in." "Good. Give him ten of Valium."

"No…" Denny said but no one heard him as he was too weak and the mask was blocking his voice.

Then all he saw was black. "There really was no need for that." Izzy said while looking at the now peaceful looking body on the stretcher.

"Why is he so scared of all the medicine?" a Paramedic wanted to know.

Yeah, why was he? Izzy thought about it, his behavior during the hospital stay and his behavior at home. She never really noticed but that must be it. "He spent a lot of time in hospitals. He tried to make the best of it. Now that he's been better, he's scared to live through it again. He thought that time was over."

The doc spoke: "Comprehensible. Still, he shouldn't take it so easy. But my assumption to his situation right now is nothing too serious. A bad cold maybe. He takes immunosuppressive drugs, right? Well that condition makes even small medical problems seem bigger. With enough rest and Antibiotics he should be fine soon. Of course only IF he lets it all happen unlike right now."

Everyone was observing Denny at that moment. His motionless body slightly rocking to the movement of the ambulance. A strong and steady row of 'beeps' filled the room.