a/n: sorry for taking ages to update. Again. This isn't the best and my medical knowledge is embarrassingly bad. Sorry if it's really inaccurate. Hopefully the next part will be better. Thank you so much to the people who are sticking with this story, I still love reading your reviews!
~Mini Peacelet~
Born To Fly - Part 29
"This is Nicola Boston, aged thirty-seven. She's 15 weeks pregnant and has a deep laceration to her right thigh caused by a blade injury. It has severed the femoral artery. There is also a laceration to the head. She KO'ed at the scene and hasn't regained consciousness since." The paramedics promptly wheeled her through the mechanised door, instructed by awaiting doctors to locate a bay in resus.
"Pulse is 50bpm, BP 11/69. GCS is 3 and resps are 8 or 9." The list of vital, primary observations were precisely reeled off, followed by the medication that had been administered on route.
"Her BP and pulse are still dropping." The monitoring machines were moments away from bleeping with ominous warnings that things had fallen below what was deemed an acceptable level.
The doctor assessed the situation, aware and concerned of the decreasing obs, "She's loosing a lot of blood from the stab wound." Appropriate pressure was applied in attempted to stem the harsh bleeding that continued to pump out of the gash.
"She's arrested."
While a nurse performed CPR, the doctor concentrated on temporary clamping the bleed in hope of stopping the haemorrhage, "Somebody get onto the surgeons. As soon as she's stable, she needs to go to theatre." As soon as the arterial bleed was terminated, her pulse and blood pressure instantly began to arise, the frantically bleeping machine stabilising with a more regulated, steady beep.
"She's stabile. Let's address the wound on her head and then straight into theatre. Time could be of the essence."
Christine paced the confined relatives room persistently. Uneasy and jittery. She was unable to settle. Her emotions in whirlwind as she worried about her wife and expected child. The lack of updates added to her fear. All they had been informed was that she was currently in theatre. The surgeon would come with news when the surgery was completed.
Time had practically halted. Seconds ticking by dreadfully slow. It felt like the brunette had been in surgery for days, when it was only a matter of hours. Tom's words had little impact as the headmistress failed to calm her nerves. Eve was withdrawn; she had only just found her mother again and didn't want to lose her.
The door opened sharply.
"Is Nikki okay? Did the surgery work?"
"Yes." Solemn yet with empathy, the surgeon nodded. Though it was blurry as to which question had been answered as he paused momentarily, frustrating an impatient and anxious wife, "The surgery was, overall, a success, yes."
"But..?" The specialist's hesitant manner and unnecessary delays that generated suspense didn't saturate them with certainty. The adolescent gnawed tensely at her fingernails, fretfulness sharp in her word.
Sucking in another breath, he insisted that everyone obtained a seat in order to discuss the full details of the surgery, "The laceration was a deep penetration in her right thigh. When Mrs Boston was stabbed, the sharp object ruptured her femoral artery, resulting in a large blood loss. The blood loss has been replenished with a number of transfusions."
We managed to control the haemorrhaging with a more permanent solution and then began to examine the significance of the damage in greater detail. She has been incredibly lucky-" Perhaps lucky wasn't the best choice of words, the relatives and friend scoffing and scowling simultaneously.
"The majority of the damage sustained was soft tissue damage. Muscles, tendons and ligaments that will all heal within time, and we have enforced connections to ensure they will reconcile correctly. However," Another brief halt, grim expression plastered over the doctors face, "there is peripheral nerve damage, it's moderately minimal and we have made primary repairs-"
Tom interrupted with a query that was abruptly prominent in everyone's mind, although choosing a tactful approach, "What are you implying?" Leant forward with his hands stationed firmly on his knees, he studied for clues.
The blonde's apprehension was multiplying and unlike Tom, she was much more direct with her blurted question, "Will she walk again?"
"We are confident that she will, yes. She should regain at least ninety percentage of the function with that leg. But, as always, with these injuries, it is difficult to predict and provide a definite prognosis. Recover length varied and we will know more as time progresses."
The point of interest had now switched from Nikki to the unborn baby she carried. It wasn't just one life in question or at risk. The headmistress chewed at her bottom lip, shuffling edgily in her uncomfortable seat, "What about the baby?" She already feared the worst. The momentous stress could have adverse effects and consequences for the foetus.
"Both mother and baby are being closely monitored. We have taken every possible precaution to warrant safety of them both as a priority."
Christine nodded swiftly, everything was currently a haze. Happening so fast with little time to thoroughly process anything, "Can I see her?"
Again. The talented surgeon nodded, "Yes, of course. I will take you through now. She is recovering from the anaesthetic. If she does regain consciousness tonight then we expect her to be very drowsy because of the drugs she is currently being administered. Sleep is best for her, and her baby, right now. She's suffered a trauma and her body needs time to rest and recuperate."
