Hello folks, sorry for the long wait. I have had to write important exams, but now, I'm back.

Johnny remained frozen, even as they were already hoisting his daughter into the helicopter. The sight of her face, or the place where it once was; he was not prepared for this. He went to his wife. "I'll fly with them, you take the car and take Jax with you, I don't think he can handle it." Sonya didn't respond and her eyes were empty and glazed. She was in shock. But the helicopter was ready to take off, it was time to bring the team to the hospital. "Hey, wait for me!"

Johnny squeezed himself on a folding chair and tried not to disturb the initial supply.
The four young adults were strapped on their stretcher, each got an ECG, which should control the pulse until arrival. Johnny shrugged as a young paramedic tipped him on the shoulder. "Sir, I could use help with the young Miss Cage." He nodded and clung to the Cassie's stretcher, because the heli had already left ground. "Here." Cautiously, Medic Barton-Box raised Cassie's right arm. "If you could fix her arm as calmly as possible. She needs a venial catheter as soon as possible."

He began to wipe the dried blood from her arm with alcohol pills to find a suitable vein in the elbow. "I know you, Mister Cage. I am a big fan of your films. Ninja Mime is my all time favorite!" Johnny's humor has already left him. "Then you probably are extinct soon, no one liked it." He noticed that the movie star had to bite his teeth hard. "Are you related to this solider?" He looked at the medic. "This is my only daughter, Cassie." Barton-Fox sighed apologetically, concentrating on introducing the needle. "I'm sorry, I did not know!". "It's alright, man. She also takes more after her mother. Only bad manners, I think that's my part."

He still held her arm and stroked her hand. His daughter's blood stuck between his fingers. Medic Barton-Fox gave further directions. "Document the number and location of wounds for surgical procedures, cover them and keep them fresh. Especially the face! Evelyn, give her a NaCl infusion with 2.5 ml butorphanol, wait for it with atropine. Jeff, intubate immediately, an increased O2 intake, no nitrous oxide. We are most likely dealing with a pneumothorax here, you keep the drains ready. What about the oxygen saturation?" "Currently at 92%, attention, there is another drop in saturation!" "Damn .. Jeff, the pulse oximeter?" "Pulse decay, at 54 currently, arrhythmically, poor quality." Johnny became dizzy, the beeping of the pulse oximeter was torture in his ears. Cassie's wounds were still bleeding, red rinks dripping from the stretcher. Barton-Fox tried to provide the deep wounds on her belly. "I need more tampons! And an instillation with Polymyx, immediately!" Johnny only saw briefly the serious injuries as the paramedics desperately tried to stop the flow of blood and store the incurved intestines back into the abdominal cavity. "Boss, saturation at 87%, pulse falls to 38!" "Jeff, is she breathing?" Jeff checked the respirator. It flapped slightly like a dry leaf, but it did not seem to bloat. He touched her larynx, which had already been darkened by the hematomas and the existing oxygen deficiency. "Negative, sir!" "Increase the pressure, level 3!" Jeff turned on a black wheel and then pressed a button. Cassie's chest lifted. "Keep pressure, do not let it down!" They watched as the pressure of the chest was lowered again. A warm air stream escaped from her left side. Paramedics immediately cut her uniforms from her fractured rips and spread a sterile cloth.

Johnny had to go back to his place and let go of her hand. Shocked, he watched as Barton-Fox pushed several short tubes between the broken ribs. "Secure the drains, and put in more tampons!" "Pulse continues to fall! Oxygen saturation falls! Ventilation failed." And suddenly the beat of her heart was silenced. A single surrendering tone filled the chamber. "Cardioplegia, the pulse is lost, sir." "Resuscitation, Evelyn, the defibrillator, quick!" The wounded body reared up as the high volts passed it. "Did we get it?" "Negative sir, continue!" Barton-Fox pressed on the breastbone, all trying to ignore the crunch of the already broken ribs. It was like a bad scene of Grey's Anatomy and yet it was real. The survival chances for Cassie were visibly dying. Her heart still stood silent. "Please screw up, Mr. Cage! We land!" The paramedic, whom they called Jeff, helped him find the straps. "The surgery is ready, the doctors are waiting for us. We give everything to save your daughter's life! But you have to stay outside, ok?" He nodded.

There was a dull impact when the heli mounted. The engine had not been turned off when the doors had already opened. A dozen assistants, nurses and doctors expected the arrival of the wounded soldiers. "Code blue!" Barton-Fox informed the attending physician assistants. "Continue to resuscitate! I'll come with you." The doctor's assistant, Omaha Fleet, waved a part of the bystanders. "Team A, we take over Cage! Continue resuscitation, immediately continue into surgery, please inform surgeons about the arrival. Team B, you take Briggs, patient in consciousness but shocked with multiple injuries of the upper extremities and the neck, immediately into the shock room. Team C, bring Takahashi into room 3. Head injury, possibly cerebral MRI, once the patient is again conscious. Team D, you are responsible for Kung Jin, place a local block, first provide the wound of the thorax, then immediately a CT of the head. Let's go!" Cassie's stretcher was lifted from the helicopter and before Johnny could say anything, they disappeared through the door into the ambulance.

Sonya and Jax just arrived in the ambulance where they waited for the arrival of the injured. When she was about to ask about the whereabouts of the helicopter at the reception, an alarm sounded, followed by a proclamation. "Dear patients, dear relatives. We are expecting an emergency transport. Please clear immediately all roads and doors! I repeat, please clear all the roads!" The young nurse at the front desk looked up. "I suppose, they are coming!" Immediately afterwards the big door was thrown open. A dozen medic rushed with a stretcher toward the surgery rooms. "Pulse unchanged, negative, sir!" A red-haired paramedic, possibly the lead officer, continued to press his fists into the thorax of the injured person. "Give more adrenaline! Inform the surgeons that Cage has arrived! And that we have code blue!" He said Cage. And Sonya now realized that the wounded arrived body was that of her daughter. The stretcher on which she was transported was streaked with blood. Several wipes, bandages and tampons were wrapped over her wounds and much more tubes. Another door was pushed open and the stretcher disappeared through the door which led to the surgery. There was no trace of Johnny. "Jax, wait for the others. I have to go after them!" She didn't know how much time she still have and if Cassie was just dying. Or maybe already dead. She stormed to the door, where they had carried Cassie. It did not open. "Open this door immediately, and let me go to the surgery rooms." The nurse at the front desk was confused. "Excuse me, Miss. Here is "NO ENTRANCE". I cannot just let you in." Sonya open her jacket and gave her a clear look at the placard in the inside the jacket. "My name is General Blade, High Command of the US Special Forces! And they will now open this door and let me to my daughter! This is an order!" She opened the door immediately, but the corridors were long and branched. No chance to find yourself there alone. "Please, take me to her!" The nurse nodded and reached for the phone. "Here is Nurse Wreth, I need information about the actual location of patient Cassandra Carlton Cage, delivered at 1:19 pm ... yes, everything is clear ... I understand ... we are coming ... just right ... yes until soon!" She stood up and came around the desk. "Follow me, General!"

Accompanied by the chubby nurse, the General set off, through the endless corridors, past numerous rooms, some bathed in blue UV-light, and the other white dazzling white lamps. At last they stopped in an anteroom. She cleared her throat and wiped a tear from her eye. "Well, here it is. For further information on the course and the risks of the surgery, the responsible physician must be consulted. I wish you all the best!" The nurse suddenly gave Sonya a short hug, and then went back to her desk with quick steps. This sentiment of the nurses confused her, and she briefly wondered if it was actually the fat Carla Werth who was then with Cassie in the kindergarten. Sonya dismissed her thoughts as she could take a look at the already running surgery. 12 doctors were working on her body, 3 more were trying on the face. The bandage was taken off and gave a new look on the throbbing muscles and veins on Cassie's skull bone. A rinse solution was put into her eyes by the anesthetist to protect her from drying out. The eyeballs had turned downwards, the iris assumed a dim color. But the bag valve moved, not always regularly, but she was breathing again. A small glimmer of hope. There was a murmur of voices coming from the passage from where they had come. It was Johnny who was talking to one of the asssists. "You're talking to John Carlton Cage, who has to stand before you, so you finally let me go to the only other cage in this institution?" He seemed to lose his nerve with the movie star. "I will not say it again. But I still bring you to your daughter. The General is already there and expecting your arrival." He came around the corner. "Miss General is already investigating, I see ...". He locked her in his arms, he was completely finished. "Hey, Honey. Are you okay?" Sonya broke away from his embrace. "OK? I understand something else but you are familiar with the circumstances. Have you seen Jax?"

He nodded. "I sent him to Jacqui. She comes back to herself but she is facing an osteosynthesis. Complete debris fracture of the radius and the ulna." He looked at the running surgery of his daughter. "Nothing compared to the tortures Cassie has to face." She leaned against his shoulder. "Do you think she makes it?" Johnny took a deep breath. "I've already said. She's a ca ..." The door of the introductory room opened and one of the doctors stepped out and pulled down his mouth mask.

"Excuse the interruption. My name is Alan Nephrin, senior physician. Are you the parents of Miss Cassandra Carlton Cage?" Johnny and Sonya nodded. "What can you say about the extent of my daughter's injuries? Will she make it?" He took a breath. "This is hard to say right now. We can give a first all-clear, her heart beats again. But the other injuries are unimaginably difficult. Up to now, the following diagnoses were made: a multiple fracture of the tibia and the patella with a semi-fractured femoral head, the inner meniscus and both crossbands torn with massive hemorrhages into the joint capsule. We still cannot guarantee that we can save the leg but we try. The abdominal aspect of the injuries resulted in an injury to the spleen and a tear of the mesentery. No other abdominal organs were injured. In the region of Th2-5, the spinous processes are fractured, but so far no signs of damage to the spinal cord. The carpus of the right hand has been broken several times; osteosynthesis has already been initiated. And there's the matter with the face ... " He nervously scratched his chin. "Of course we can talk of good news that both the skull and the facial bone are intact. Even no signs of a violation of the eyes, she will be able to see normal ... " Sonya lost her patience. "Wonderful. You talk of good news. Shall I tell you a good news? My daughter has no face! What is there to talk about?" "Sonya!" Johnny scared the sudden outburst of his wife. "It's all right, Mr. Cage. General, I understand you fear and their worries. And I do not want to deliver it as good news either. A three-headed team of our best plastic surgeons will now do everything they can do to transplant a new facial skin. But such an intervention is very difficult and we don't have much time. My task is now, first to bring her out of danger. And you, General Blade and Mister Cage, can help our team! Let us pray to the gods that this surgery will succeed."

All I can say, Poor Cass. : ( Chapter 7 follows soon.