An Unexpected Guest - Chap. 6
A/N: Hey all you guys and gals who have reviewed, thank you so much! More would be nice though. . . Do ya'll want me to continue? Because I have a lot more chapters written, but not a lot of people seem to be reading this :-/ So if you read it, and like it, I encourage you to review! THANKS!
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"Hey, Carter, I'm really sorry to bother you right now, but we got a trauma comin' in."
I couldn't believe this! I wasn't even on today, and now of all times they want to suck me into a trauma?!
"Haleh, I'm not even working, could you get someone, anyone else? Please?
"I'm real sorry Carter, they need you. Auto verses pedestrian. Sounds real bad."
"Okay, fine. I'll be right there. ETA?"
"About two minutes. And, hey Abby. . . I'm really sorry about what happened, and you feel better real soon okay?"
Abby smiled at Haleh.
"Honey, I've got to go do this, but I'll be back as soon as I can okay?"
I kissed her forehead before running out of the room to get ready for the trauma. Right then, the victem came crashing through the door.
"We've got a 27 year old male. Auto verses pedestrian, with an aortic dissection. BP 50/30. We gave him 3 rounds of epi, but no luck."
"How long has he been down?" Kerry asked.
"Um, about 30 minutes."
"Let me take a look. Okay, pupils are. . . fixed and dialated. He's gone. I'm calling it; time of death: 16:56. Any ID on him?"
"Yeah, we got his wallet, says his name is Sobriki. Paul Sobriki."
Right then, I had walked up after having been gowned and gloved
"Oh, oh my God!" I said. I couldn't deal with all of this. How could this happen?
"Kerry, I've - I got to go now. I can't deal with this. . . I'm sorry."
God I was scared. ' 30 minutes ago, when Sobriki got run over, I was at the hospital. What. . . . What if they blame ME for his death?' Thoughts all like that were racing all through my head. I couldn't think straight. My head was spinning. I ran over to Abby's room.
"Abby, you feeling any better? Breathing any better?"
She nodded. I could tell that she knew something wasn't right.
"Abby, I need to tell you something, but I want to ask you. . .Do you want to be extubated? Do you think you could handle that?"
She nodded again.
"Okay, here we go. Blow out on three:
one
two
three."
With that, I pulled out the tube.
"::Cough, cough:: John, what's wrong? You okay?"
"Shh, Abby, don't talk too much. And yes, I'm fine. . . . . They - they just brought in Sobriki. . . DOA."
"Oh my God. How - what. . ."
"Auto verses pedestrian. I'm. . . I'm scared. What if he set me up; tried to get revenge by setting up his own death?
"It's okay John, it's - "
She had paused. . . stopped talking.
"Hey, hey Abby, you okay?"
"Yeah, um, just a little dizzy from the narcotics is all."
"Okay, we can deal with Sobriki later, I just want you to be okay Abby."
I leaned in and kissed her, and then put my arms around her cold, weak body.
"I love you John."
"I love you too. . . I always have and always will."
A/N: Hey all you guys and gals who have reviewed, thank you so much! More would be nice though. . . Do ya'll want me to continue? Because I have a lot more chapters written, but not a lot of people seem to be reading this :-/ So if you read it, and like it, I encourage you to review! THANKS!
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"Hey, Carter, I'm really sorry to bother you right now, but we got a trauma comin' in."
I couldn't believe this! I wasn't even on today, and now of all times they want to suck me into a trauma?!
"Haleh, I'm not even working, could you get someone, anyone else? Please?
"I'm real sorry Carter, they need you. Auto verses pedestrian. Sounds real bad."
"Okay, fine. I'll be right there. ETA?"
"About two minutes. And, hey Abby. . . I'm really sorry about what happened, and you feel better real soon okay?"
Abby smiled at Haleh.
"Honey, I've got to go do this, but I'll be back as soon as I can okay?"
I kissed her forehead before running out of the room to get ready for the trauma. Right then, the victem came crashing through the door.
"We've got a 27 year old male. Auto verses pedestrian, with an aortic dissection. BP 50/30. We gave him 3 rounds of epi, but no luck."
"How long has he been down?" Kerry asked.
"Um, about 30 minutes."
"Let me take a look. Okay, pupils are. . . fixed and dialated. He's gone. I'm calling it; time of death: 16:56. Any ID on him?"
"Yeah, we got his wallet, says his name is Sobriki. Paul Sobriki."
Right then, I had walked up after having been gowned and gloved
"Oh, oh my God!" I said. I couldn't deal with all of this. How could this happen?
"Kerry, I've - I got to go now. I can't deal with this. . . I'm sorry."
God I was scared. ' 30 minutes ago, when Sobriki got run over, I was at the hospital. What. . . . What if they blame ME for his death?' Thoughts all like that were racing all through my head. I couldn't think straight. My head was spinning. I ran over to Abby's room.
"Abby, you feeling any better? Breathing any better?"
She nodded. I could tell that she knew something wasn't right.
"Abby, I need to tell you something, but I want to ask you. . .Do you want to be extubated? Do you think you could handle that?"
She nodded again.
"Okay, here we go. Blow out on three:
one
two
three."
With that, I pulled out the tube.
"::Cough, cough:: John, what's wrong? You okay?"
"Shh, Abby, don't talk too much. And yes, I'm fine. . . . . They - they just brought in Sobriki. . . DOA."
"Oh my God. How - what. . ."
"Auto verses pedestrian. I'm. . . I'm scared. What if he set me up; tried to get revenge by setting up his own death?
"It's okay John, it's - "
She had paused. . . stopped talking.
"Hey, hey Abby, you okay?"
"Yeah, um, just a little dizzy from the narcotics is all."
"Okay, we can deal with Sobriki later, I just want you to be okay Abby."
I leaned in and kissed her, and then put my arms around her cold, weak body.
"I love you John."
"I love you too. . . I always have and always will."