Chapter 7- Surgeons, Doctors, and a Nurse
Present-Saturday 4:59 AM
"It's five o'clock." One of the nurses whispered to the other, checking his watch in anxiousness.
The other nurse looked at the watch, and then at her friend, "Yeah. Come on! We have to get back with these gauzes and tools quickly!"
They rushed back into the ER room and set each of the devices, tools, gauzes, and pads onto the side tables. Each tool was shiny and clean with not a drop of blood on them. Until now.
The doctor stuck her hand out to the side while peering at the incision she had created in the patient before her, "Scalpel." She demanded, flashing a glance to the nurse to her left. Bad idea, she moved her hand slightly inside the patient's hand, and accidentally cutting a vein in the process.
A nurse instantly went nuts, yelling at another nurse to go from the room and grab something. The doctor beside the surgeon, who currently looked horrified, snapped his head up from watching her not-so-carefully work on the fifteen year old patient.
The surgeon immediately let go of the small tool she had been holding and it clattered to the floor in seconds, causing the doctor beside her to jump away slightly.
He looked at her skeptically before latching a hand around her upper arm and then yelling at a nurse to help with the sliced vein and what other messes the surgeon had caused.
"What is wrong with you?!" He demanded, tightening his grip on her arm and she glared at him before looking down at his hand.
"Oh shut up! No one can do surgery on that broken of a hand!" Said the surgeon with a sneer.
The doctor's eyes narrowed, "I'm not mad at that! Number two rule in these hospital emergency rooms is that you NEVER look away from what you are doing while you have your fingers in or if you are holding something. Never!" Explained the doctor with his own sneer sent her way.
"This patient is to young t-"
BeEpBeepBeep*
Everyone's heads snapped to the monitor. It began beeping louder and quicker, freaking out a moment later. As if the patient had awoken. But that...that was impossible.
The surgeon ignored it and yelled back at the doctor, "I have been doing everything you ask and I have tried to keep going, what, you don't think I tried?!"
The doctor's head whipped back around to her, chaos surrounding the room, "Get out now! Get the hell out of the room!" He demanded, dragging her back toward the double doors to the room.
As the doctor and the surgeon stepped out, a nurse was scrambling to fill their spot. While they had been arguing, the vein was bleeding out quickly, not to mention that the hand was already cut open.
"It's not your fault, this time it's not your fault." The nurse whispered to herself, kneeling by the patient and hurriedly trying to stop the rush of blood spilling.
Another nurse quickly rushed to the patient's side and grabbed a sedative. She refilled another drip and replaced the one that was currently being used. But it didn't work all that well a the beeping soon went into full on coding.
The patient went limp and the chaos got even louder and quicker.
"Doctor Storen!! We need you in here NOW!" The nurse with the old drip yelled, the doctor burst into the room and darted in between nurses to stand in his original spot, no surgeon next to him anymore.
"He's coding!" One nurse exclaimed, grabbing the defibrillator and the machine with devices and objects around it.
The doctor, now surgeon, grabbing the two shocking handles and rubbing them together, he yelled out, "Charge!"
"Charging to 200!"
"Charged!"
The doctor rose his arms and then brought them down quickly-
•*•SM•*•
His eyes snapped open.
Light from above him made him squint, but other than that, and blinking a couple times, his eyes adjusted to the light...sort of. His was full on squinting by the end though.
Peter's eyes stared up at the ceiling in panic. Where the heck was he?!
Quiet. Sort of warm, sort of cold...white...so white.
There was only two places he could be in right now. Either a mental institution for crazy people, or a hospital. Peter guessed it was the latter.
His throat felt sore, really sore, actually. In fact, he barely could swallow at all.
After a second or so of figuring some things out, Peter started really panicking. He couldn't feel his neck. He couldn't feel his right leg or his left hand/wrist. Was he paralyzed?
Wait...he moved his right hand a little, just to make sure he could still move things and let out a tiny sigh of relief before his eyes slid closed.
"Oh-Oh my gosh!" A voice exclaimed beside him, making Peter's eyes snap back open again in another round of panic.
His eyes darted around the ceiling, and not being able to move his head around? Seriously difficult.
After a second a blurry figure stood into view and was leaning over him. The blurriness soon went away after blinking a few times and Peter squinted even more, now seeing a human above him the right way.
"Oh Peter." She whispered reaching her hand out and feeling his forehead before leaning in and kissing it.
He wanted to talk so badly but his throat was so dry. Not daring to open his mouth, Peter tested out something.
He slowly moved his hand and it took a moment, but Peter soon felt another, slightly bigger hand gently grab his own in their's.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you, honey..." His aunt whispered, tightening her grip a little on his hand. Her other hand was reached out and brushing away strands of brown hair away from his forehead.
"It's okay, you're going to be okay." She continued, as though to not only reassure Peter, but to reassure herself.
"He's awake." Aunt May whispered to someone at the front of the room.
Peter heard footsteps and only a had second passed by before a worried, sympathetic Ned appeared above him.
"Man..." He began, but stopped himself from commenting. Peter blinked up at him before closing his eyes tiredly.
'No. I need to warn them...but...'
He heard a small button being pushed and opened his eyes again, blinking at the sudden light once more.
"Hey, stay awake for me, okay? A nurse is coming in to check on you." His aunt spoke softly to him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
Peter's eyes drifted from his aunt to his best friend with a scared look. 'They could die any second...and it would be all my fault.'
"He's awake!" Ned blurted above him, making his ears feel like they were about to burst.
"That's the second time I've heard that today...wait, what day is it?'
"Sweetie, I'll be right back, Ned will stay with you, alright? A nurse is here and she's going to check up on you." Said Aunt May, letting go of his hand, (which he had tried to keep holding on to, but he didn't have the strength.) and walking away from his line of sight.
Peter closed his eyes for a second before opening them again and looking at Ned pleadingly.
"What is it dude? What do you need?" Ned asked carefully, putting his hand on the gurney's arm rest.
Peter opened his mouth slightly but closed it again, gritting his teeth behind dry lips. He needed some way to talk to them!
A female nurse walked up to him and smiled kindly, "Hi sweetie! I'm Michelle. I'm your daily nurse!" She spoke kindly and sweet.
Peter smiled slightly at her name. 'Michelle is the name of one of my...friends.' Is what he wanted to say, but he didn't, and just looked up at the nurse.
Michelle took his knowing smile as a joke and chuckled slightly before realizing why the teenager wasn't talking.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll go get you some water." She said quickly, like a overhyped teenager.
Michelle left in a hurry and Peter looked up at Ned with a small smile on his face.
"Dude, her name is Michelle!" Ned whispered, raised eyebrows with a smile.
Peter wanted to laugh, but stopped himself. He knew it would hurt and he did 'not' want that.
Footsteps were soon heard and Aunt May came stepping back into view with Michelle by her side.
A small cup was in his Aunt's hands and she rose it, letting the straw slip inside of Peter's slightly open mouth.
Peter sipped it, grimacing at how it hit his sore throat, but drank more, anyways, wanting the sore throat gone.
It took him a moment, and a quick examination over from Michelle, but he was finally free to speak on his own without Michelle flashing a light in his eye.
"H...Hi..." Peter grimaced, hearing his scratchy voice.
He cleared his throat lightly and tried again, "Michelle...is the name...of my...friend..." He struggled out. Peter's voice was less scratchy both inside and out, but he still hated how he couldn't get it out quicker. I mean...he's Spider-Man for heavens sake!
Ned smirked, Aunt May laughed half heartedly at his first words, and Michelle chuckled.
"I knew that smile was a joke."
