It happened so fast they couldn't even get a make of the license plate.
Running together, they saw the man was a white as a ghost. His clothes were soaked in blood and most likely was dead. Kneeling down one took his pause and felt a faint heartbeat. Seconds later screams were heard and three other orderlies and a doctor came running out with a stretcher.
"SOMEBODY HELP!"
Right away everyone started circling around him, the doctor was the first to jump into action.
"What happened?"
"A drop off, van rushed right out of here…couldn't see a driver."
They lifted his limp body other the stretcher and began speeding into the front doors. Other patients and nurses stood in the waiting room watching as they fled by. Outside the dim of sparking green gem lights were seen across the harbor. It was five past ten and the city was just waking up to the nightlife.
Speeding down the hall, Adam kept having flashes of the bathroom.
Waking up in the darkness, Larry, the terrible screams, the blood, the pieces of the puzzle, the clock ticking closer and closer.
"Most people are so ungrateful to be alive…but not you, not anymore."
"GAME OVER!"
Adam began to seize as the orderlies and nurses held him down. An oxygen mask was placed over his face, as he kept seeing flashes of the light above him speed by.
"Fractures of the diaphysis were defined as being at least three centimeters distal to the neck and almost five centimeters proximal to the colcannon fossa"
They pushed him into a room, and lifted him onto a table. Lights were flicked on, as monitors began being hooked up. The doctor pushed forever and almost for the first time in her nine years of working there…threw up.
Was he dead?
There was so much blood.
Strapping on rubber gloves, the nurses stripped him off his bloody shirt and saw the bullet wound. His entire shoulder looked black. It was infected.
"25 to 26-year-old white male who sustained a gunshot wound to the lateral portion of his upper arm resulting in a proximal humerus fracture along with a retained bullet in his subacromial space. The bullet arthroscopically avoiding a traditional exposure, with serious lateral infection to the lower parts of the flesh, collar bone also with shattered fracture frame"
"Blood loss up to fifty counts, get five units into him and start a forth I.V line"
"We need to prep for the OR" Adam then had another flash of Larry, crawling along the blood soaked floor.
"I wouldn't lie to you…"
"Larry no, I wanna live, I wanna live!"
Just then he flat lined.
"He's coding, wheel in the crash cart stat!"
Right away the doctors and nurses began to work on Adam as his heart finally stopped.