The Honeymoon Part 5.
Together At Last.Almost ®
By: Kelly, or drlewis
Summary: John and Abby finally reunite, but a tragic twist changes everything.
Disclaimer: Obviously these characters aren't mine unless you count the paramedics and the pilot. LOL(. Please r&r. Bye. Love Kelly.
The jet landed and the fatigued passengers climbed aboard. A smaller jet with paramedics in it landed shortly after the large jet. As the paramedics jumped out of the plane, the other people were already aboard the Boeing and the engines were starting.
The planes were from The United States, going back to where they came from. The paramedics, to John's resistance, insisted that John be put on a stretcher and delivered to an American hospital.
"This is pathetic, I'm fine!" John said, with an annoyed tone to his voice.
"You are not fine. You just spent 10 minutes underwater, and just as long not breathing, and unconscious." Abby persisted.
"But."
"But nothing, your hurt, and I care about you and you're going to go on the stretcher, and, and."
"Abby, I get it!"
The doors to the jet closed and as they did Abby hopped in behind the stretcher. The two paramedics explained that John would be taken to Cook County for proper medical care, and friends and family could care for him during his recovery. Abby sighed and glanced at John. His eyes were closed, his breathing labuored, as though he had an obstruction. One of the paramedics noticed this and put an oxygen mask on him, although he had specified that he was fine and didn't need one. The paramedics, after asking Abby a few questions about John's medical history, they turned and began talking between each other. Abby sighed once more.
"John," she thought to herself, "why did this happen to you? You are strong and healthy. I cannot bear to see you this way."
Abby knew that this ordeal couldn't come without emotional and physical trauma. Even though she wished it were true, John just couldn't be fine.
Abby fidgeted impatiently as the paramedics talked discreetly, as though they knew there was bad news. Abby listened intently.
"Do you think he'll be alright Adrian?"
"It seems pretty bad. Water still in the lungs, breathing staggered. We'd better keep an eye on him."
"Uh huh." The other answered.
Abby gasped, and grabbed her knee. A few moments later she realized how hard she was grasping it. She let go and put her hand on John's chest. His heart beat seemed slow.
"We are nearing Chicago." The pilot said loudly over the intercom.
Abby was delighted for a moment; but quickly slouched to her position facing John.
"Let's pray he doesn't crash." One paramedic said tensely.
"Ya."
Abby cut him off.
"WHAT?"
"Ma'am please."
"What are you talking about? Crash? He was talking, breathing."
"Ma'am we're paramedics we can help if you just calm down."
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do. I'm a nurse; you said he would be fine. I know he can't be perfect, but you never said death was a possibility!"
"We were trying to reassure you."
"By lying to me?"
John groaned and gasped just as the pilot said,
"We are about to land."
The monitor John had been hooked up to switched from a steady rhythm to a long beep.
"Oh god. John?" Abby said as they landed.
The paramedics took out the defibrillators.
"Bag em."
They hurried around the small plane while Abby sat shocked. Normally she would have been right in there helping but she was shocked, shaken. The love of her life was about to be taken from her. One of the paramedics grabbed the defibrillators,
"And clear!" he yelled.
Summary: John and Abby finally reunite, but a tragic twist changes everything.
Disclaimer: Obviously these characters aren't mine unless you count the paramedics and the pilot. LOL(. Please r&r. Bye. Love Kelly.
The jet landed and the fatigued passengers climbed aboard. A smaller jet with paramedics in it landed shortly after the large jet. As the paramedics jumped out of the plane, the other people were already aboard the Boeing and the engines were starting.
The planes were from The United States, going back to where they came from. The paramedics, to John's resistance, insisted that John be put on a stretcher and delivered to an American hospital.
"This is pathetic, I'm fine!" John said, with an annoyed tone to his voice.
"You are not fine. You just spent 10 minutes underwater, and just as long not breathing, and unconscious." Abby persisted.
"But."
"But nothing, your hurt, and I care about you and you're going to go on the stretcher, and, and."
"Abby, I get it!"
The doors to the jet closed and as they did Abby hopped in behind the stretcher. The two paramedics explained that John would be taken to Cook County for proper medical care, and friends and family could care for him during his recovery. Abby sighed and glanced at John. His eyes were closed, his breathing labuored, as though he had an obstruction. One of the paramedics noticed this and put an oxygen mask on him, although he had specified that he was fine and didn't need one. The paramedics, after asking Abby a few questions about John's medical history, they turned and began talking between each other. Abby sighed once more.
"John," she thought to herself, "why did this happen to you? You are strong and healthy. I cannot bear to see you this way."
Abby knew that this ordeal couldn't come without emotional and physical trauma. Even though she wished it were true, John just couldn't be fine.
Abby fidgeted impatiently as the paramedics talked discreetly, as though they knew there was bad news. Abby listened intently.
"Do you think he'll be alright Adrian?"
"It seems pretty bad. Water still in the lungs, breathing staggered. We'd better keep an eye on him."
"Uh huh." The other answered.
Abby gasped, and grabbed her knee. A few moments later she realized how hard she was grasping it. She let go and put her hand on John's chest. His heart beat seemed slow.
"We are nearing Chicago." The pilot said loudly over the intercom.
Abby was delighted for a moment; but quickly slouched to her position facing John.
"Let's pray he doesn't crash." One paramedic said tensely.
"Ya."
Abby cut him off.
"WHAT?"
"Ma'am please."
"What are you talking about? Crash? He was talking, breathing."
"Ma'am we're paramedics we can help if you just calm down."
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do. I'm a nurse; you said he would be fine. I know he can't be perfect, but you never said death was a possibility!"
"We were trying to reassure you."
"By lying to me?"
John groaned and gasped just as the pilot said,
"We are about to land."
The monitor John had been hooked up to switched from a steady rhythm to a long beep.
"Oh god. John?" Abby said as they landed.
The paramedics took out the defibrillators.
"Bag em."
They hurried around the small plane while Abby sat shocked. Normally she would have been right in there helping but she was shocked, shaken. The love of her life was about to be taken from her. One of the paramedics grabbed the defibrillators,
"And clear!" he yelled.