Revenge
Chapter 49
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Faith arrived the ER and sought out Mary Proctor, one of the nurses.
"Faith? Everything okay?" Mary asked her, surprised to see her there. She knew it wasn't her regular shift and she wasn't in uniform.
"Hey, Mary. Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just trying to check up on a friend of Bosco's. She was upstairs with him and passed out. They brought her down here. He's freakin' out and I told him I'd come find out how she was because he's in no condition to get down here," Faith explained.
"Oh yeah. I remember hearing them bring someone in that passed out upstairs - a visitor. Do you have her name?" Mary asked, walking over to the admissions records.
"Uh, Trisha. I'm not sure of her last name," Faith said, searching her memory.
"Hmm. No Trish in the computer. Maybe they don't have it entered yet. I'll go check around." Proctor said, looking over the computer screen.
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Emily watched Bosco nervously sitting up in the hospital bed. He looked awful with his cuts and bruises. She could tell he was hurting, but he was more interested in how his girlfriend was.
"So, how are you feeling?" she finally asked him, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Hey, Em. I'm sorry. It's just...," he tried to explain, but she cut him off. He didn't even realize that she was there.
"It's okay. I understand. Mom'll be back in a little bit and she'll know what's going on," she assured him. "So, you're going to be okay?"
"Oh yeah, I'll be good as new soon enough," he answered, playing down his injuries for her.
"We were all really worried about you. Charlie was really scared," she said, not revealing how scared she was too.
"Where is Chuckie?" he asked, and Emily smiled at his name for her brother. Her mother hated when he called him that. It reminded her of that terrible movie with the doll.
"He's at home. Mom wanted us to come in shifts - so we didn't tire you out too much," she told him.
"You both could've come together. Your Mom's a worrier," he said, looking at the doorway every time he heard footsteps.
"Always has been," Emily agreed. "And with good reason," she thought to herself, as she thought about her drug overdose and the grief she'd given her mother after that.
As if knowing what she was thinking, he said, "Always will be. She loves you guys very much." Emily nodded and was about to agree when Bosco's nurse came back in.
"Okay. How're you doing? I'm going to head down to the ER and see what I can find out. I'll be back as quick as I can," she told him.
"I'm fine. I just need to know how Trisha is. Thanks," he said as he watched her leave.
"Mom said on the way over that this looks pretty serious between you and Trisha," Emily said in a teasing tone.
"Your mother needs to keep her mouth shut," he said, smiling.
"I'm happy for you, Uncle Bosco," she said. She still referred to him as 'uncle' sometimes and he liked it.
"Thanks," he said, as he looked at the clock again.
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"Okay, let's get her hooked up to a monitor and give her some oxygen," Dr. Fields said as the nurse was getting vital signs and he checked her over for any signs of obvious injury other than the cut to her head.
"Does anyone know what happened?" he asked, as he checked her pupils for reaction.
"Apparently, she was visiting with a patient upstairs and passed out. She struck her head on the floor when she fell," the nurse answered.
The nurse read off her blood pressure and pulse to the doctor. "Well, her pressure's on the low side. Her color's not very good either. He pinched the skin on the back of Trisha's hand between his thumb and forefinger and released it, watching as the skin slowly flattened out. "She's dehydrated. Look at the 'tenting' of her skin. Let's get an IV going with normal saline. I want a skull x-ray to make sure there's no fracture from her fall. And let's get some basic blood work to start," he said as the patient began to regain consciousness.
"I already drew the blood," the nurse told him.
Dr. Fields put a hand on Trisha's shoulder and said, "Miss. I'm Dr. Fields. You're in the ER at Mercy Hospital. It seems you passed out. Just relax and let us check you over to make sure you haven't hurt yourself."
Trisha's eyes fluttered open as she heard the doctor telling her where she was. She pushed the oxygen mask away from her face, but it was put back in place by the doctor.
"It's okay. The oxygen will help you. Just leave it on for a little bit, okay?" Dr. Fields told her.
"No. I'm okay," Trisha said, trying to sit up, but finding it difficult with the cervical collar on her neck and the straps holding her to the backboard.
"Please. Let me up," she said, getting agitated.
"Just relax. We need to check to make sure you didn't hurt your spine in the fall. If you just lie still, I'll check your neck and back and you can let me know if it hurts anywhere that I touch," Dr. Fields said, waiting for her to calm down a little.
Trisha realized that since she was strapped down, she wasn't about to win this fight and calmed down. The doctor released the straps of the collar and told her to lie still. He palpated the back of her neck, up and down the cervical spine without causing her pain. He then released the upper strap to the backboard and put his hand down her upper back and palpated along the vertebrae in her back.
"Any pain at all?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"Okay, very slowly, turn your head toward me and then away from me," he said, putting a hand on either side of her head so she didn't move too quickly. "Anything?"
"No. I'm fine, really," she said.
"Okay, bring your head forward and touch your chin to your chest," he asked her and she complied. "Any pain at all?"
"No. I told you, I'm fine. Please undo all of this and let me up," she said, irritated.
Dr. Fields, satisfied that she had no spinal injury, took the collar off and undid the rest of the backboard, the nurse helping to slide it out from under her.
"Do you remember what happened, Miss..." he said.
"Trisha. Trisha Miller. I've just been worried about my boyfriend. He's upstairs. I haven't been eating or sleeping well. Really, I'm fine," she said, sitting up.
"Officer Boscorelli," the nurse offered to the doctor.
Trisha felt her head spin as she sat up - something the doctor didn't miss and he put a hand on her shoulder to steady her.
"Well, Miss Miller. You're dehydrated and your blood pressure is pretty low. You're also going to need a couple of stitches where you hit your head when you fell," he said, and she put her hand up to the cut, feeling the bandage that had been put there.
"Just let this IV bag run until it's gone. It'll help with the dehydration and we'll see if we can get you something light to eat. Then, I'll stitch that up for you and you'll be set to go as long as all your blood work checks out," he explained.
"Blood work?" she asked.
"Yes, we draw blood as a standard when a person comes in unconscious. It'll only take a short while and we'll have you on your way," he said, not noticing the worried look on her face.
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TBC...
Chapter 49
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Faith arrived the ER and sought out Mary Proctor, one of the nurses.
"Faith? Everything okay?" Mary asked her, surprised to see her there. She knew it wasn't her regular shift and she wasn't in uniform.
"Hey, Mary. Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just trying to check up on a friend of Bosco's. She was upstairs with him and passed out. They brought her down here. He's freakin' out and I told him I'd come find out how she was because he's in no condition to get down here," Faith explained.
"Oh yeah. I remember hearing them bring someone in that passed out upstairs - a visitor. Do you have her name?" Mary asked, walking over to the admissions records.
"Uh, Trisha. I'm not sure of her last name," Faith said, searching her memory.
"Hmm. No Trish in the computer. Maybe they don't have it entered yet. I'll go check around." Proctor said, looking over the computer screen.
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Emily watched Bosco nervously sitting up in the hospital bed. He looked awful with his cuts and bruises. She could tell he was hurting, but he was more interested in how his girlfriend was.
"So, how are you feeling?" she finally asked him, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Hey, Em. I'm sorry. It's just...," he tried to explain, but she cut him off. He didn't even realize that she was there.
"It's okay. I understand. Mom'll be back in a little bit and she'll know what's going on," she assured him. "So, you're going to be okay?"
"Oh yeah, I'll be good as new soon enough," he answered, playing down his injuries for her.
"We were all really worried about you. Charlie was really scared," she said, not revealing how scared she was too.
"Where is Chuckie?" he asked, and Emily smiled at his name for her brother. Her mother hated when he called him that. It reminded her of that terrible movie with the doll.
"He's at home. Mom wanted us to come in shifts - so we didn't tire you out too much," she told him.
"You both could've come together. Your Mom's a worrier," he said, looking at the doorway every time he heard footsteps.
"Always has been," Emily agreed. "And with good reason," she thought to herself, as she thought about her drug overdose and the grief she'd given her mother after that.
As if knowing what she was thinking, he said, "Always will be. She loves you guys very much." Emily nodded and was about to agree when Bosco's nurse came back in.
"Okay. How're you doing? I'm going to head down to the ER and see what I can find out. I'll be back as quick as I can," she told him.
"I'm fine. I just need to know how Trisha is. Thanks," he said as he watched her leave.
"Mom said on the way over that this looks pretty serious between you and Trisha," Emily said in a teasing tone.
"Your mother needs to keep her mouth shut," he said, smiling.
"I'm happy for you, Uncle Bosco," she said. She still referred to him as 'uncle' sometimes and he liked it.
"Thanks," he said, as he looked at the clock again.
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"Okay, let's get her hooked up to a monitor and give her some oxygen," Dr. Fields said as the nurse was getting vital signs and he checked her over for any signs of obvious injury other than the cut to her head.
"Does anyone know what happened?" he asked, as he checked her pupils for reaction.
"Apparently, she was visiting with a patient upstairs and passed out. She struck her head on the floor when she fell," the nurse answered.
The nurse read off her blood pressure and pulse to the doctor. "Well, her pressure's on the low side. Her color's not very good either. He pinched the skin on the back of Trisha's hand between his thumb and forefinger and released it, watching as the skin slowly flattened out. "She's dehydrated. Look at the 'tenting' of her skin. Let's get an IV going with normal saline. I want a skull x-ray to make sure there's no fracture from her fall. And let's get some basic blood work to start," he said as the patient began to regain consciousness.
"I already drew the blood," the nurse told him.
Dr. Fields put a hand on Trisha's shoulder and said, "Miss. I'm Dr. Fields. You're in the ER at Mercy Hospital. It seems you passed out. Just relax and let us check you over to make sure you haven't hurt yourself."
Trisha's eyes fluttered open as she heard the doctor telling her where she was. She pushed the oxygen mask away from her face, but it was put back in place by the doctor.
"It's okay. The oxygen will help you. Just leave it on for a little bit, okay?" Dr. Fields told her.
"No. I'm okay," Trisha said, trying to sit up, but finding it difficult with the cervical collar on her neck and the straps holding her to the backboard.
"Please. Let me up," she said, getting agitated.
"Just relax. We need to check to make sure you didn't hurt your spine in the fall. If you just lie still, I'll check your neck and back and you can let me know if it hurts anywhere that I touch," Dr. Fields said, waiting for her to calm down a little.
Trisha realized that since she was strapped down, she wasn't about to win this fight and calmed down. The doctor released the straps of the collar and told her to lie still. He palpated the back of her neck, up and down the cervical spine without causing her pain. He then released the upper strap to the backboard and put his hand down her upper back and palpated along the vertebrae in her back.
"Any pain at all?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"Okay, very slowly, turn your head toward me and then away from me," he said, putting a hand on either side of her head so she didn't move too quickly. "Anything?"
"No. I'm fine, really," she said.
"Okay, bring your head forward and touch your chin to your chest," he asked her and she complied. "Any pain at all?"
"No. I told you, I'm fine. Please undo all of this and let me up," she said, irritated.
Dr. Fields, satisfied that she had no spinal injury, took the collar off and undid the rest of the backboard, the nurse helping to slide it out from under her.
"Do you remember what happened, Miss..." he said.
"Trisha. Trisha Miller. I've just been worried about my boyfriend. He's upstairs. I haven't been eating or sleeping well. Really, I'm fine," she said, sitting up.
"Officer Boscorelli," the nurse offered to the doctor.
Trisha felt her head spin as she sat up - something the doctor didn't miss and he put a hand on her shoulder to steady her.
"Well, Miss Miller. You're dehydrated and your blood pressure is pretty low. You're also going to need a couple of stitches where you hit your head when you fell," he said, and she put her hand up to the cut, feeling the bandage that had been put there.
"Just let this IV bag run until it's gone. It'll help with the dehydration and we'll see if we can get you something light to eat. Then, I'll stitch that up for you and you'll be set to go as long as all your blood work checks out," he explained.
"Blood work?" she asked.
"Yes, we draw blood as a standard when a person comes in unconscious. It'll only take a short while and we'll have you on your way," he said, not noticing the worried look on her face.
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TBC...