AN: I'm sorry...you're gonna hate me, but I'm sorry. It had to happen..it'll be ok.
I am running support groups mondays at 9 after BP every week....no, kidding, ok, please read.
Dr. Myers rolled the bloody gurney into the ER, yelling orders frantically. She was followed closely by a young man who tried to explain the situation. "What's your name?"
"Steve Lawrence"
"OK, Mr. Lawrence, please go sit in the waiting area. We'll tell you if there's any news. Tell Maria at the desk if there's anyone you think we should contact."
"OK Doc. I didn't mean to hit her...it was an accident. You gotta save her. If the Gube finds out I hit her he'll kill me. Especially if she dies. The jerk loves her..."
"Mr Lawrence, why don't you give this 'gube' fellow a call. He might want to know."
"He's my assistant principal. I don't have the guy's number. Please, save her!"
"Please go sit down, Mr. Lawrence. We'll try to contact him. What's his full name?"
"Scott Guber. he lives in Boston. Just don't tell him it was me! Tell him Lauren is here..."
"OK Steve. we've got to get this woman to surgery now. Please go sit down."
"Get an ultrasound, BP, we'll need to amputate both legs, tie off the blood vessels, James. How does the spinal cord look?" Jane Myers asked, but she knew it was bad. If she could see most of the backboard through the remains of Lauren's neck, it was bad.
"Crushed vertabrae, looks almost severed. I don't think there's much of a chance for this one."
"well, we can try, dammit." Jane responded harshly to the younger doctor, James Bell.
"The cord isn't connected to her brain. It's severed. Give it up, Jane. She's lost too much blood anyway." He let the ultrasound slip out of his hand and they saw a flash of motion on the moniter as the words "Time of death 14:23." escaped his lips.
"Do you see what I see?"
"This woman is pregnant, Jane. OK, what do we do now?"
"Let's get this baby out. NOW!"
Scott came racing over. They had found his number in Lauren's address book which had been in her purse. He stood outside the operating room, looking inside. His face was on the cool glass as he watched the two doctors holding a baby. He must have the wrong room. Lauren wasn't pregnant. But there was her engagement ring, shining in the flourescent lights, and her golden blonde hair spilling over the end of the little table like thing she was laying on. A baby, oh....but it was quite a large baby, she and Scott had only been sleeping together since February...only 4 months. If the baby was only 4 months old, he or she would die. He knew that 22 weeks was the youngest a baby could survive, and that was pushing it. This couldn't be his baby. His heart sank. The male doctor left the female to finish bathing the baby and putting him or her into the tiny incubator. She, he thought, noting the pink blanket they wrapped her in. The doctor came to speak with him. He saw the woman wiping off Lauren's cuts and bruises, cleaning the blood from her face. She rolled a sheet up to Lauren's chin, concealing the other injuries which had stopped bleeding soon after her heart stopped pumping.
"Are you Scott Guber?"
"Yes."
"I'm Dr. Bell. I'm afraid your fiancee has suffered some very serious injuries. She lost a lot of blood and her spinal cord was severed in the car accident. We couldn't save her. I'm sorry...However, she was 7 1/2 months pregnant, and we were able to save the baby."
"7 1/2 months?"
"We're pretty sure. Or quite close, within a few weeks."
"Call Harry Senate." He said coldly, walking away from the shocked young doctor.
Dr. Myers rolled the bloody gurney into the ER, yelling orders frantically. She was followed closely by a young man who tried to explain the situation. "What's your name?"
"Steve Lawrence"
"OK, Mr. Lawrence, please go sit in the waiting area. We'll tell you if there's any news. Tell Maria at the desk if there's anyone you think we should contact."
"OK Doc. I didn't mean to hit her...it was an accident. You gotta save her. If the Gube finds out I hit her he'll kill me. Especially if she dies. The jerk loves her..."
"Mr Lawrence, why don't you give this 'gube' fellow a call. He might want to know."
"He's my assistant principal. I don't have the guy's number. Please, save her!"
"Please go sit down, Mr. Lawrence. We'll try to contact him. What's his full name?"
"Scott Guber. he lives in Boston. Just don't tell him it was me! Tell him Lauren is here..."
"OK Steve. we've got to get this woman to surgery now. Please go sit down."
"Get an ultrasound, BP, we'll need to amputate both legs, tie off the blood vessels, James. How does the spinal cord look?" Jane Myers asked, but she knew it was bad. If she could see most of the backboard through the remains of Lauren's neck, it was bad.
"Crushed vertabrae, looks almost severed. I don't think there's much of a chance for this one."
"well, we can try, dammit." Jane responded harshly to the younger doctor, James Bell.
"The cord isn't connected to her brain. It's severed. Give it up, Jane. She's lost too much blood anyway." He let the ultrasound slip out of his hand and they saw a flash of motion on the moniter as the words "Time of death 14:23." escaped his lips.
"Do you see what I see?"
"This woman is pregnant, Jane. OK, what do we do now?"
"Let's get this baby out. NOW!"
Scott came racing over. They had found his number in Lauren's address book which had been in her purse. He stood outside the operating room, looking inside. His face was on the cool glass as he watched the two doctors holding a baby. He must have the wrong room. Lauren wasn't pregnant. But there was her engagement ring, shining in the flourescent lights, and her golden blonde hair spilling over the end of the little table like thing she was laying on. A baby, oh....but it was quite a large baby, she and Scott had only been sleeping together since February...only 4 months. If the baby was only 4 months old, he or she would die. He knew that 22 weeks was the youngest a baby could survive, and that was pushing it. This couldn't be his baby. His heart sank. The male doctor left the female to finish bathing the baby and putting him or her into the tiny incubator. She, he thought, noting the pink blanket they wrapped her in. The doctor came to speak with him. He saw the woman wiping off Lauren's cuts and bruises, cleaning the blood from her face. She rolled a sheet up to Lauren's chin, concealing the other injuries which had stopped bleeding soon after her heart stopped pumping.
"Are you Scott Guber?"
"Yes."
"I'm Dr. Bell. I'm afraid your fiancee has suffered some very serious injuries. She lost a lot of blood and her spinal cord was severed in the car accident. We couldn't save her. I'm sorry...However, she was 7 1/2 months pregnant, and we were able to save the baby."
"7 1/2 months?"
"We're pretty sure. Or quite close, within a few weeks."
"Call Harry Senate." He said coldly, walking away from the shocked young doctor.