Chapter Two:
Red lights flashed through the night, as the ambulance, with it's siren
wailing, rushed towards Fowler Memorial Hospital. There had been an
accident. A scene so gruesome, there was almost no hope for survival. It had
taken nearly two hours to reach the young woman trapped inside the car. She
was unconscious, barely breathing. Blood seemed to be everywhere. Several
attempts were made to arouse the girl, yet she remained unresponsive.
As the ambulance pulled in, medics rushed the girl inside, where Dr.
Allyn and his team of nurses were standing by.
Dr. Allyn looked down at the body before him. Such a shame, he thought to
himself. "What have we got?"
"Single car crash," replied the medic standing on his left. "20 year old
female, with multiple injuries. Pulse and blood pressure are weak, still no
sign of consciousness."
"Okay people, Let's get a move on!" shouted Dr. Allyn. "If this girl is going
to make it through the night, we need to work fast!" He wheeled the
stretcher into Trauma Two. "Find out who this girl is and get her family over
here A.S.A.P!" He directed one of the nurses.
"Yes Dr. Allyn," the nurse responded. "I'll get right on it!"
"Good." He replied. Dr. Allyn set to work trying to save the poor girl. He
secretly wondered if anyone would even make it in time. Things weren't
looking very good.
Ned Wakefield sat watching TV in his living room after a long, hard day at
work. He flipped through the channels, looking for something of interest to
him. There wasn't much on, just the news.
"Another tragic car accident involving a local teenager…" reported the
news woman. "Could alcohol perhaps be involved?"
How sad, Ned thought to himself. When will people learn…He looked
over at his wife, Alice, who sat across the room in a recliner. She had a grim
expression on her face. "What is it, honey?" he asked.
"Oh, it's probably nothing." Alice frowned; worry lines appearing on her
face. "But I just have a bad feeling about this." She looked at Ned, her eyes
wide, as the phone rang just then. Could her intuition be right?
Ned reached for the phone, his heart pounding. "Hello?"
"Is this the Wakefield residence?" a voice on the other line asked.
Ned glanced at his wife, who was gripping the side of her seat, hanging on to
every word he said. "Yes, this is Ned Wakefield."
"My name is Mary. I'm a nurse at Fowler Memorial Hospital…"
Oh my god! thought Ned. Tears were already forming in the back of his
eyes. His voice wavered as he urged the nurse to continue. "What is it?"
"We have your daughter, Jessica, here. She was involved in an auto
accident…"
Ned didn't need to hear anymore. The phone fell out of his hand, tears
already spilling down his face. He looked over at his wife, and nodded
painfully. As everything registered in his wife's mind, she let out a
horrifying, agonizing cry. Then everything went black.
Red lights flashed through the night, as the ambulance, with it's siren
wailing, rushed towards Fowler Memorial Hospital. There had been an
accident. A scene so gruesome, there was almost no hope for survival. It had
taken nearly two hours to reach the young woman trapped inside the car. She
was unconscious, barely breathing. Blood seemed to be everywhere. Several
attempts were made to arouse the girl, yet she remained unresponsive.
As the ambulance pulled in, medics rushed the girl inside, where Dr.
Allyn and his team of nurses were standing by.
Dr. Allyn looked down at the body before him. Such a shame, he thought to
himself. "What have we got?"
"Single car crash," replied the medic standing on his left. "20 year old
female, with multiple injuries. Pulse and blood pressure are weak, still no
sign of consciousness."
"Okay people, Let's get a move on!" shouted Dr. Allyn. "If this girl is going
to make it through the night, we need to work fast!" He wheeled the
stretcher into Trauma Two. "Find out who this girl is and get her family over
here A.S.A.P!" He directed one of the nurses.
"Yes Dr. Allyn," the nurse responded. "I'll get right on it!"
"Good." He replied. Dr. Allyn set to work trying to save the poor girl. He
secretly wondered if anyone would even make it in time. Things weren't
looking very good.
Ned Wakefield sat watching TV in his living room after a long, hard day at
work. He flipped through the channels, looking for something of interest to
him. There wasn't much on, just the news.
"Another tragic car accident involving a local teenager…" reported the
news woman. "Could alcohol perhaps be involved?"
How sad, Ned thought to himself. When will people learn…He looked
over at his wife, Alice, who sat across the room in a recliner. She had a grim
expression on her face. "What is it, honey?" he asked.
"Oh, it's probably nothing." Alice frowned; worry lines appearing on her
face. "But I just have a bad feeling about this." She looked at Ned, her eyes
wide, as the phone rang just then. Could her intuition be right?
Ned reached for the phone, his heart pounding. "Hello?"
"Is this the Wakefield residence?" a voice on the other line asked.
Ned glanced at his wife, who was gripping the side of her seat, hanging on to
every word he said. "Yes, this is Ned Wakefield."
"My name is Mary. I'm a nurse at Fowler Memorial Hospital…"
Oh my god! thought Ned. Tears were already forming in the back of his
eyes. His voice wavered as he urged the nurse to continue. "What is it?"
"We have your daughter, Jessica, here. She was involved in an auto
accident…"
Ned didn't need to hear anymore. The phone fell out of his hand, tears
already spilling down his face. He looked over at his wife, and nodded
painfully. As everything registered in his wife's mind, she let out a
horrifying, agonizing cry. Then everything went black.