***Rev. Isaac A. St. Joseph Hospital, Emergency Operation Room, Oracle, AZ
9:30 AM***
"Scalpel." The doctor asked calmly, sweat collected on her brow. The ER Nurse handed it to her.
"Scalpel." The doctor nodded as she held it in her hand firmly.
"We need an injection of caudal epidural anesthesia, 10 mL."
Another nurse handed it to the doctor. She injected it into the spinal fluid. Jonny's heart rate bobbed down five points then leveled off. She worked at moving the muscle tissue back into his arm.
***Emergency Operation Room, 12:09 PM***
"Alright, now we just need to clamp that off and we should be finished people."
The second nurse put the clamp on the blood vessel she was referring to as she seared it closed. The nurse handed her the stitching thread. He then proceeded to move the skin closer together so she could finish her precise work. "I want thread the next size down. Kaeli?"
The first nurse handed the thinner thread to the doctor and she began to close the last of the wounds.
***ICU Room 14, 5:49 PM***
Jonny's eyes began to flicker open, one drooped more heavily than the other, giving him the appearance of a concussion victim. He tried to focus his eyes but found he could not.
Dr. Quest touched his hand immediately after he saw his son's eyes sputter. "Hey, hey you. Are you up?"
Jonny groaned, his throat dry and scratchy. The best sound he could utter was an, "Autsch." Which caused his father to sigh.
"You're going to keep at that hmm?" He smiled lightly, "At least Hadji, Jessie and I are fluent enough."
Slightly confused, Jonny turned to his father, regretting it immediately, "Was.?"
"Son, sleep. You've just been through a major reconstructive surgery."
"Ah! Ich verstehe." Jonny sighed, he snuggled his face into his pillow and closed his eyes lightly. "Werden Vater, Sie bleiben?"
"Yes, of course." He stroked Jonny's cheek and pulled the chair closer to the boy's bed.
***Outside of the ICU Ward, 6:07 PM***
Race leaned against the wall impatiently. "I wonder if Jonny woke up yet."
"Wouldn't that egg-head tell us so we could at least stop worrying?"
"Would you leave your child, hurt that badly, alone if they woke up?"
Doug sneered. Damn, Race had a point, well at least no one had witnessed it. He stretched his back upwards, hearing a couple cracks he assumed he did it well enough and settled back into the bench. He looked at Jessie. "You said Hadji was coming soon, didn't you?"
She nodded, the quiet the hallway possessed, that anonymity was deafening. Finally, no longer to take the silence she said, "He should be here in a couple of hours, depending on flight delays from LA but he doesn't anticipate any problems."
"Well, that's for damn sure. My grandson just used up all the world's problems for the next year at least."
Race glowered. Thinking to himself, 'Let the boy save up those problem quotas for himself, physical therapy is going to be a bitch, let alone psychological counseling and social.' He winced.
A woman walked towards the ICU waiting room.
She glanced inside it, empty. She turned around and was greeted by Race standing an inch and a half away from her nose. "Were you looking for us? We're waiting to hear about Jonathon Quest, room 14, ICU."
"Ah, you must be." She looked at her chart, slightly flustered, "Mr. Bannon?" A nod persuaded her to continue, "I have some good news. He woke up twenty minutes ago, he's resting now. His father is in there with him." She smiled softly. "His heart rate is normal and the only trouble we see is his state of shock." She looked at the three of them, "We hope to see it dissipate within the next few weeks at most. Mr. Wildey, have you eaten since we drew your blood?"
The gruff man nodded. His B- blood type as well as Benton's A- had been used in the transplant. He was amazed at how much pain could emanate from such a small hole, but if it would help Jonny, he'd do it one thousand times over. He was actually quite surprised that the egghead hadn't passed out, which would have made him a scramble-egg head Doug supposed with an untimely scoff.
Race raised an eyebrow and looked at the older man somehow reading the older man's mind with a more critical opinion. Doug sighed and halted his musing thoughts.
***ICU Room 14***
His eyes dashed back and forth as REM dream stage filled his mind. His head rolled left to right ever so slightly. All he could hear was HER she wouldn't shut up, all she would say was, "You freak! We should have just left you there. He doesn't love you. Well, you got what you deserved."
And then what echoed through his entire body, "Look at those SCARS. They're hideous, just like you."
Jonny's eyes shot open and he panted for a small breath. He glanced about the room though he couldn't focus on anything. Yet everything seemed vaguely familiar. "Wer gibt es? Ist Vater dass Sie?"
Dr. Quest looked towards Jonny, he had just gotten up to stretch his legs and take in the view offered by the window. "Yes son?" He touched his fingertips to Jonny's jaw line and moves them up his cheek stroking his face gingerly.
Jonny closed his eyes again. "Gut habe, ich nicht gewusst, wenn Sie bleiben würden."
He closed his eyes, trying to find peaceful slumber. Like clockwork her voice chimed, "LOOK at your wings, you're an ANGEL Jonny. an angel of shit. An angel of crushed dreams. You killed all of those kids. You bastard why won't you just die already! You're close enough to it; here want me to push you? I bet you could even FLY to your spot in fiery hell with THOSE wings." She laughed. No, she *cackled* as Jonny dropped to his knees to sob. "You betrayed them all because you are a coward. I bet you think you can trick us to think you're Sariel. that YOU of ALL PEOPLE could be that important, all of those INNOCENT PEOPLE died because of you though. Maybe you ARE an angel of death, but mostly shit. Yes, MOSTLY SHIT."
His eyes shot open, now he was screaming, alerting nurses, doctors and his family to the sound. "HALTEN Sie ES AUF! STEIGEN Sie VON MEINEM KOPF AUS! SCHLIESSEN Sie AUF! Ich bin unschuldig. Nicht mein Fehler."
"Jonny!" Benton slicked back the hysterical teen's hair. "Es ist nicht Ihr Fehler."
"Nicht mein Fehler. nicht mein fehler. nicht mein Fehler." Jonny was rocking back and forth in Benton's embrace forsaking the sensation pain.
The shrill sound of his voice quickly caused Jessie and Doug to slip in, Race too, tried but was caught before he could reach the door by a large nurse named Burly. "Ich habe zu nicht bedeutet. Nicht mein Fehler. Nicht mein Fehler. SIE! SIE MACHTEN MIR DIES! SIE! Ich hasse Sie! Ich hasse Sie... Sie machten mir dies... Ihr Fehler." Jonny spat Jessie's name as if it were a swear glaring straight at her. He lunged at the girl ripping countless pieces of equipment, needles, stitches and wires as he went. No one who had seen him in that state would think it was even possible to move, the thought of restraints had been completely overlooked except with the thought of preventing him from rolling out of the bed though they doubted that due to the vast injuries along his back and stomach. "Sie machten mir dies. Hasse ich Sie. Wie Sie kann? STEIGEN Sie VON MEINEM KOPF AUS!" His berserk fingers wrapped around her neck as his body abandoned the thought of pain. His body became numb to his very touch and all he could see and hear was HER laughing at him. Blaming him. Her eyes constantly ON him. Watching. Waiting. She was doing this to him. All the pain, all the torment, she was behind it all with that LAUGH.
"Ich hasse Sie!" He screamed as his fingers tightened.
Doug, purely out of reaction grabbed the boy and shook him violently. "Jonny! Get a HOLD OF YOURSELF!" He raised his hand to backhand the boy.
Dr. Quest dove at Doug and quickly separated his frantic son from the others. He grabbed Jonny into his arms tightly. "Doug! What the HELL ARE YOU DOING! He's in SHOCK he doesn't know what he's doing. Jessie, please leave for now. for both of your sakes."
Jessie, almost completely in shock of the event, not even realizing she hadn't taken a breath for half a minute walked backwards and into her father. She finally inhaled and retook her normal pallor.
Benton began rocking Jonny, sitting indignantly on the floor as he cradled the boy, continuing the motion until Jonny's fit halted and his arms collapsed to his side. Then and only then, he relinquished the boy over to the medical staff.
He stepped outside of the room as they lifted the boy onto the bed and checked his sensitive patchwork and reassembled the machines, wires and needles into their proper position, adding four Velcro straps to his wrists and ankles to his attire. Dr. Quest searched for Doug and Jessie.
Spotting Jessie first left Benton with almost a point of disheartenment, he really had wanted to 'speak' with Doug first, get all his anger out and then calm Jessie and explain to her just exactly how shock and trauma can relate to a mind. Oh well, he'd be nice and calm by time he was allowed back into the ICU room.
***Hospital Cafeteria, Rev. Isaac A. St. Joseph Hospital, Oracle, AZ***
"Jessie. Hi." He handed her a coffee, he had just gotten two fresh cups from the counter; sharing the wealth he gave the upset girl the black coffee sludge. "He didn't mean it."
She looked at him, "I know he doesn't. he couldn't, but the thing is. he told me he hates me. Did he mean that or is it the shock. is he seeing someone else and I was just the random sap to evoke his wrath."
"Of course he doesn't mean it. Why would he hate you? He wouldn't. He *couldn't* there isn't a malevolent bone in his body."
"I dunno, how many did he have broken, I think one too many 'benevolent' bones may have snapped." Jessie sighed. She quickly stifled herself. "I didn't mean that. I. I'm sorry."
"I don't know why he attacked you but I'm very sorry. Maybe you shouldn't go in to visit him unless he's asleep or sedated. until we work this out."
"If you think it's best." She shrugged, slurping at the coffee. She immediately halted that action, removed the cap guarding the brew, and dumped in 1 part milk and 3 parts sugar to each 2 parts coffee making the sludge even thicker. She replaced the cap and drank it regularly as if it were water- alright, chewy water.
He slid out of his chair with a friendly smile as he searched for the door leading away from the cafeteria. His smirk dropped into a growl as he went head hunting. erm 'searching for Doug to have a pleasant conversation,' yes that's EXACTLY what he was going off to do. Well, that wasn't completely a lie. The screaming and beating of the elder man would be pleasant to HIM at least; whether Doug concurred he good give a shit.
***Outside of the ICU Waiting Room***
Benton smirked, there, finally! He found Doug, damn it to hell, he was with Race. It seemed funny how Benton didn't want to bring up Doug shaking Jonny in context to Jonny choking Jessie in front of Race. He sighed, would he really act all that different if Hadji had started strangling Jonny in the same situation, or even Jessie to Jonny. the thought passed quickly as Race left the room with an angry growl.
"What do you MEAN we can't go into the room now?!" Race spat at Doug.
That quickly caught Benton's attention and snapped him into a healthier mood. Race was yelling at Doug, it made him almost giddy with the hopes for joining in to chew out the old man, the old frump. He took a deep breathe and started to swear at Doug knowing with Race's mood he wouldn't have to really explain things to Race, and from context could still manage to paint a pretty mean picture about Doug. "HOW DARE YOU HAVE SHAKEN HIM!" Benton started off angrily.
Doug snarled, "It was reaction. He was ONLY turning the red-head into a tomato!" He smirked, "Hey, that gives me an idea."
Race stepped in between the two. "Hold it a minute. Jonny strangled. WHO?"
Benton winced, damn Doug and his narcissism. "Race, he's taking it out of context. he really didn't mean to."
"He lunged at her from across the room and unplugged every piece of machine in the process, I say he meant it."
"IT WAS SHOCK!" Benton turned his attention to the man getting ready to chew out his obnoxious butting-in self.
"Benton! It's a good thing he's in the ICU Ward. because if he HURT Jessie. you he won't have to travel very far for med."
"What in hell do you mean by that Race?" Doug spat, quickly pivoting his attention onto the angry snowflake.
"He strangled my daughter."
"Comparatively I'd have to say he was in the worse shape for the journey." Benton noted.
Doug nodded.
"Doc, I was going in there to see you anyways, Hadji called. He'll be here in half an hour from the airport."
Dr. Quest nodded. "Good, that flight delay was profanely in its length."
(Status _ Part Eight: Feathers and Bloodstains _ Completed.)
*Ouch *What? *Ah! I understand. *Dad, will you stay? *Who's there? Dad is that you? *Good, I didn't know if you'd stay. *STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! SHUT UP! I'm innocent. Not my fault. **It's not your fault. *I didn't mean to. Not my fault. Not my fault. YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU! I hate you! I hate you... you did this to me... your fault. *You did this to me. I hate you. How could you? GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
"Scalpel." The doctor asked calmly, sweat collected on her brow. The ER Nurse handed it to her.
"Scalpel." The doctor nodded as she held it in her hand firmly.
"We need an injection of caudal epidural anesthesia, 10 mL."
Another nurse handed it to the doctor. She injected it into the spinal fluid. Jonny's heart rate bobbed down five points then leveled off. She worked at moving the muscle tissue back into his arm.
***Emergency Operation Room, 12:09 PM***
"Alright, now we just need to clamp that off and we should be finished people."
The second nurse put the clamp on the blood vessel she was referring to as she seared it closed. The nurse handed her the stitching thread. He then proceeded to move the skin closer together so she could finish her precise work. "I want thread the next size down. Kaeli?"
The first nurse handed the thinner thread to the doctor and she began to close the last of the wounds.
***ICU Room 14, 5:49 PM***
Jonny's eyes began to flicker open, one drooped more heavily than the other, giving him the appearance of a concussion victim. He tried to focus his eyes but found he could not.
Dr. Quest touched his hand immediately after he saw his son's eyes sputter. "Hey, hey you. Are you up?"
Jonny groaned, his throat dry and scratchy. The best sound he could utter was an, "Autsch." Which caused his father to sigh.
"You're going to keep at that hmm?" He smiled lightly, "At least Hadji, Jessie and I are fluent enough."
Slightly confused, Jonny turned to his father, regretting it immediately, "Was.?"
"Son, sleep. You've just been through a major reconstructive surgery."
"Ah! Ich verstehe." Jonny sighed, he snuggled his face into his pillow and closed his eyes lightly. "Werden Vater, Sie bleiben?"
"Yes, of course." He stroked Jonny's cheek and pulled the chair closer to the boy's bed.
***Outside of the ICU Ward, 6:07 PM***
Race leaned against the wall impatiently. "I wonder if Jonny woke up yet."
"Wouldn't that egg-head tell us so we could at least stop worrying?"
"Would you leave your child, hurt that badly, alone if they woke up?"
Doug sneered. Damn, Race had a point, well at least no one had witnessed it. He stretched his back upwards, hearing a couple cracks he assumed he did it well enough and settled back into the bench. He looked at Jessie. "You said Hadji was coming soon, didn't you?"
She nodded, the quiet the hallway possessed, that anonymity was deafening. Finally, no longer to take the silence she said, "He should be here in a couple of hours, depending on flight delays from LA but he doesn't anticipate any problems."
"Well, that's for damn sure. My grandson just used up all the world's problems for the next year at least."
Race glowered. Thinking to himself, 'Let the boy save up those problem quotas for himself, physical therapy is going to be a bitch, let alone psychological counseling and social.' He winced.
A woman walked towards the ICU waiting room.
She glanced inside it, empty. She turned around and was greeted by Race standing an inch and a half away from her nose. "Were you looking for us? We're waiting to hear about Jonathon Quest, room 14, ICU."
"Ah, you must be." She looked at her chart, slightly flustered, "Mr. Bannon?" A nod persuaded her to continue, "I have some good news. He woke up twenty minutes ago, he's resting now. His father is in there with him." She smiled softly. "His heart rate is normal and the only trouble we see is his state of shock." She looked at the three of them, "We hope to see it dissipate within the next few weeks at most. Mr. Wildey, have you eaten since we drew your blood?"
The gruff man nodded. His B- blood type as well as Benton's A- had been used in the transplant. He was amazed at how much pain could emanate from such a small hole, but if it would help Jonny, he'd do it one thousand times over. He was actually quite surprised that the egghead hadn't passed out, which would have made him a scramble-egg head Doug supposed with an untimely scoff.
Race raised an eyebrow and looked at the older man somehow reading the older man's mind with a more critical opinion. Doug sighed and halted his musing thoughts.
***ICU Room 14***
His eyes dashed back and forth as REM dream stage filled his mind. His head rolled left to right ever so slightly. All he could hear was HER she wouldn't shut up, all she would say was, "You freak! We should have just left you there. He doesn't love you. Well, you got what you deserved."
And then what echoed through his entire body, "Look at those SCARS. They're hideous, just like you."
Jonny's eyes shot open and he panted for a small breath. He glanced about the room though he couldn't focus on anything. Yet everything seemed vaguely familiar. "Wer gibt es? Ist Vater dass Sie?"
Dr. Quest looked towards Jonny, he had just gotten up to stretch his legs and take in the view offered by the window. "Yes son?" He touched his fingertips to Jonny's jaw line and moves them up his cheek stroking his face gingerly.
Jonny closed his eyes again. "Gut habe, ich nicht gewusst, wenn Sie bleiben würden."
He closed his eyes, trying to find peaceful slumber. Like clockwork her voice chimed, "LOOK at your wings, you're an ANGEL Jonny. an angel of shit. An angel of crushed dreams. You killed all of those kids. You bastard why won't you just die already! You're close enough to it; here want me to push you? I bet you could even FLY to your spot in fiery hell with THOSE wings." She laughed. No, she *cackled* as Jonny dropped to his knees to sob. "You betrayed them all because you are a coward. I bet you think you can trick us to think you're Sariel. that YOU of ALL PEOPLE could be that important, all of those INNOCENT PEOPLE died because of you though. Maybe you ARE an angel of death, but mostly shit. Yes, MOSTLY SHIT."
His eyes shot open, now he was screaming, alerting nurses, doctors and his family to the sound. "HALTEN Sie ES AUF! STEIGEN Sie VON MEINEM KOPF AUS! SCHLIESSEN Sie AUF! Ich bin unschuldig. Nicht mein Fehler."
"Jonny!" Benton slicked back the hysterical teen's hair. "Es ist nicht Ihr Fehler."
"Nicht mein Fehler. nicht mein fehler. nicht mein Fehler." Jonny was rocking back and forth in Benton's embrace forsaking the sensation pain.
The shrill sound of his voice quickly caused Jessie and Doug to slip in, Race too, tried but was caught before he could reach the door by a large nurse named Burly. "Ich habe zu nicht bedeutet. Nicht mein Fehler. Nicht mein Fehler. SIE! SIE MACHTEN MIR DIES! SIE! Ich hasse Sie! Ich hasse Sie... Sie machten mir dies... Ihr Fehler." Jonny spat Jessie's name as if it were a swear glaring straight at her. He lunged at the girl ripping countless pieces of equipment, needles, stitches and wires as he went. No one who had seen him in that state would think it was even possible to move, the thought of restraints had been completely overlooked except with the thought of preventing him from rolling out of the bed though they doubted that due to the vast injuries along his back and stomach. "Sie machten mir dies. Hasse ich Sie. Wie Sie kann? STEIGEN Sie VON MEINEM KOPF AUS!" His berserk fingers wrapped around her neck as his body abandoned the thought of pain. His body became numb to his very touch and all he could see and hear was HER laughing at him. Blaming him. Her eyes constantly ON him. Watching. Waiting. She was doing this to him. All the pain, all the torment, she was behind it all with that LAUGH.
"Ich hasse Sie!" He screamed as his fingers tightened.
Doug, purely out of reaction grabbed the boy and shook him violently. "Jonny! Get a HOLD OF YOURSELF!" He raised his hand to backhand the boy.
Dr. Quest dove at Doug and quickly separated his frantic son from the others. He grabbed Jonny into his arms tightly. "Doug! What the HELL ARE YOU DOING! He's in SHOCK he doesn't know what he's doing. Jessie, please leave for now. for both of your sakes."
Jessie, almost completely in shock of the event, not even realizing she hadn't taken a breath for half a minute walked backwards and into her father. She finally inhaled and retook her normal pallor.
Benton began rocking Jonny, sitting indignantly on the floor as he cradled the boy, continuing the motion until Jonny's fit halted and his arms collapsed to his side. Then and only then, he relinquished the boy over to the medical staff.
He stepped outside of the room as they lifted the boy onto the bed and checked his sensitive patchwork and reassembled the machines, wires and needles into their proper position, adding four Velcro straps to his wrists and ankles to his attire. Dr. Quest searched for Doug and Jessie.
Spotting Jessie first left Benton with almost a point of disheartenment, he really had wanted to 'speak' with Doug first, get all his anger out and then calm Jessie and explain to her just exactly how shock and trauma can relate to a mind. Oh well, he'd be nice and calm by time he was allowed back into the ICU room.
***Hospital Cafeteria, Rev. Isaac A. St. Joseph Hospital, Oracle, AZ***
"Jessie. Hi." He handed her a coffee, he had just gotten two fresh cups from the counter; sharing the wealth he gave the upset girl the black coffee sludge. "He didn't mean it."
She looked at him, "I know he doesn't. he couldn't, but the thing is. he told me he hates me. Did he mean that or is it the shock. is he seeing someone else and I was just the random sap to evoke his wrath."
"Of course he doesn't mean it. Why would he hate you? He wouldn't. He *couldn't* there isn't a malevolent bone in his body."
"I dunno, how many did he have broken, I think one too many 'benevolent' bones may have snapped." Jessie sighed. She quickly stifled herself. "I didn't mean that. I. I'm sorry."
"I don't know why he attacked you but I'm very sorry. Maybe you shouldn't go in to visit him unless he's asleep or sedated. until we work this out."
"If you think it's best." She shrugged, slurping at the coffee. She immediately halted that action, removed the cap guarding the brew, and dumped in 1 part milk and 3 parts sugar to each 2 parts coffee making the sludge even thicker. She replaced the cap and drank it regularly as if it were water- alright, chewy water.
He slid out of his chair with a friendly smile as he searched for the door leading away from the cafeteria. His smirk dropped into a growl as he went head hunting. erm 'searching for Doug to have a pleasant conversation,' yes that's EXACTLY what he was going off to do. Well, that wasn't completely a lie. The screaming and beating of the elder man would be pleasant to HIM at least; whether Doug concurred he good give a shit.
***Outside of the ICU Waiting Room***
Benton smirked, there, finally! He found Doug, damn it to hell, he was with Race. It seemed funny how Benton didn't want to bring up Doug shaking Jonny in context to Jonny choking Jessie in front of Race. He sighed, would he really act all that different if Hadji had started strangling Jonny in the same situation, or even Jessie to Jonny. the thought passed quickly as Race left the room with an angry growl.
"What do you MEAN we can't go into the room now?!" Race spat at Doug.
That quickly caught Benton's attention and snapped him into a healthier mood. Race was yelling at Doug, it made him almost giddy with the hopes for joining in to chew out the old man, the old frump. He took a deep breathe and started to swear at Doug knowing with Race's mood he wouldn't have to really explain things to Race, and from context could still manage to paint a pretty mean picture about Doug. "HOW DARE YOU HAVE SHAKEN HIM!" Benton started off angrily.
Doug snarled, "It was reaction. He was ONLY turning the red-head into a tomato!" He smirked, "Hey, that gives me an idea."
Race stepped in between the two. "Hold it a minute. Jonny strangled. WHO?"
Benton winced, damn Doug and his narcissism. "Race, he's taking it out of context. he really didn't mean to."
"He lunged at her from across the room and unplugged every piece of machine in the process, I say he meant it."
"IT WAS SHOCK!" Benton turned his attention to the man getting ready to chew out his obnoxious butting-in self.
"Benton! It's a good thing he's in the ICU Ward. because if he HURT Jessie. you he won't have to travel very far for med."
"What in hell do you mean by that Race?" Doug spat, quickly pivoting his attention onto the angry snowflake.
"He strangled my daughter."
"Comparatively I'd have to say he was in the worse shape for the journey." Benton noted.
Doug nodded.
"Doc, I was going in there to see you anyways, Hadji called. He'll be here in half an hour from the airport."
Dr. Quest nodded. "Good, that flight delay was profanely in its length."
(Status _ Part Eight: Feathers and Bloodstains _ Completed.)
*Ouch *What? *Ah! I understand. *Dad, will you stay? *Who's there? Dad is that you? *Good, I didn't know if you'd stay. *STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! SHUT UP! I'm innocent. Not my fault. **It's not your fault. *I didn't mean to. Not my fault. Not my fault. YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU! I hate you! I hate you... you did this to me... your fault. *You did this to me. I hate you. How could you? GET OUT OF MY HEAD!