I Do Not Own Numb3rs, Matt is my own creation. Its been awhile I know and I can't apologize enough, but here is chapter 4 I think there will be one more if not two chapters to finish this. Thanks again to my friend who read it, apparently I'm getting better at this writing thing.
(Terry's thoughts) I felt so bad for Don. He was too young to die. He was too young to have his heart restarted. Terry looked at Matt, wait he isn't doing compressions. Matt held up Don's wrist. I was scared, did we lose him?" Matt…?"
I reached over and took Don's wrist; I felt for a pulse, it was there but shallow. I almost hugged Matt right then and there, but a faint siren in the distance interrupted us.
8:50 PM
The ambulance had finally arrived. Terry could not have been happier. Matt talked to the medics about Don, updated them on what he knew, as they loaded Don onto a spinal board and started an IV. Terry assured Matt that she was able to drive and got in her car to follow the ambulance. Don hadn't regained consciousness since his heart stopped.
When they arrived at the hospital Don was rushed to surgery. Terry pulled into a parking space and sat there as unshed tears started falling. Why did it have to be Don? She went into the desk and asked about him. The receptionist asked who she was, how should she answer, girlfriend, classmate, lifesaver. She replied "I witnessed the accident, kept him alive till the ambulance got there, he also happens to be my boyfriend."
"Well," the receptionist said in a consoling voice, "why don't you have that lady over there check out your arm, and I'll see what I can find out." Terry looked down at her arm she didn't even know she was hurt, must have cut it on a piece of glass. The nurse cleaned the wound, applied some adhesive strips and bandaged the wound to keep it clean. The receptionist came over just as the nurse was finishing up. "Don was taken to surgery; he has an open compound fracture to his femur." Oh god, Thought Terry. "You can go up to the third floor and wait."
"Okay," Terry said. She stumbled over to the elevator, pushed the up arrow and stepped inside and pushed three. She barely heard the bell registering the third floor; she stepped out of the elevator and walked quietly to the desk. "Don Eppes?" Terry went through almost the same exact spiel as downstairs. The only thing she learned from the nurse was that he had been in surgery 20 minutes and that the doctor would come find her as soon as the surgery was done.
Terry had been sitting there for what felt like an eternity, when a young doctor by the name of Phine, strode through the doors. "Don Eppes," said a deep voice from behind her. Terry arose from her seat and slowly walked to the doctor. "Hello my name is William B. Phine"
"How is Don?"
"Well he is stable we had to but his leg in a cast, fix his shoulder and fingers, and give him a few stitches, but he is stable now."
"Can I-ah-see-him," Terry asked in a mumbled voice.
"Yes follow me." Dr. Phine led her through some halls to a small room. "He might not be awake yet mam the anesthesia hasn't fully worn off yet," He said turning to leave.
"That's okay," Terry said as she turned the door knob and entered the room, shutting the door slowly so as not to wake Don. She took a deep breath and pulled the only chair up to the bed. She sat down and reached gingerly for his undamaged hand. She could see the cast under the sheets. Poor, Don, how could this happen to him.
Please let me know what you think, I'll try and get the last chapter(s) up this year yet.
