Chapter 3
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"Abby, I need to talk to you." Susan's hands were shaking from the trauma, the lab results. pretty much the whole situation.
"Susan, is he okay? Oh, God, please tell me that he's okay." Abby had stopped crying for the most part, but her face was still blood red.
"Abby, he took an overdose of fetanyol."
Abby's face immediately turned white as a ghost.
"Fet.fetanyol? How the hell did he get his hands on that? He stopped with the drugs two years ago."
Tears started to come up out of her eyes again; she couldn't believe that this all was happening.
"He." Susan paused, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "He came into work today. Just for a minute. But, he wasn't scheduled to work, so he just told me that he had to get something- a coat I think it was- out of his locker."
Susan paused again for a second, just trembling.
"A stabbing victim had come in earlier, and. he was allergic to the meds we were going to give him. so instead, we gave him fetanyol. So since he was there, I asked Carter if he could watch the patient for about 5 minutes while I talked with the husband. He, he. Oh God Abby, I'm so sorry! He must have taken the patient's fetanyol from the hospital. If only I hadn't asked him to stay..."
Now both Abby and Susan were crying. Susan sat down next to Abby and hugged her while they both cried.
"Is he- is he brain dead?
Susan paused.
"The monitor shows very little brain activity right now. But I've seen many patients in this same condition that have fully recovered."
"How much of a chance does he have Susan?" Abby was horrified. Her face was still pale.very pale.
"well, we don't know--"
"Susan, just tell me please!"
"About. about 20%."
"Oh, God!" Abby broke down again, and Susan, stayed there holding her friend in her arms. Waiting.
"Abby, I need to talk to you." Susan's hands were shaking from the trauma, the lab results. pretty much the whole situation.
"Susan, is he okay? Oh, God, please tell me that he's okay." Abby had stopped crying for the most part, but her face was still blood red.
"Abby, he took an overdose of fetanyol."
Abby's face immediately turned white as a ghost.
"Fet.fetanyol? How the hell did he get his hands on that? He stopped with the drugs two years ago."
Tears started to come up out of her eyes again; she couldn't believe that this all was happening.
"He." Susan paused, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "He came into work today. Just for a minute. But, he wasn't scheduled to work, so he just told me that he had to get something- a coat I think it was- out of his locker."
Susan paused again for a second, just trembling.
"A stabbing victim had come in earlier, and. he was allergic to the meds we were going to give him. so instead, we gave him fetanyol. So since he was there, I asked Carter if he could watch the patient for about 5 minutes while I talked with the husband. He, he. Oh God Abby, I'm so sorry! He must have taken the patient's fetanyol from the hospital. If only I hadn't asked him to stay..."
Now both Abby and Susan were crying. Susan sat down next to Abby and hugged her while they both cried.
"Is he- is he brain dead?
Susan paused.
"The monitor shows very little brain activity right now. But I've seen many patients in this same condition that have fully recovered."
"How much of a chance does he have Susan?" Abby was horrified. Her face was still pale.very pale.
"well, we don't know--"
"Susan, just tell me please!"
"About. about 20%."
"Oh, God!" Abby broke down again, and Susan, stayed there holding her friend in her arms. Waiting.