When she awoke, the icy lemon sunshine was flowing through the windows that
she noted groggily, had been opened when she could have swore were closed
the night before. She brushed it off and struggled to sit up in the bed as
the sleep had weakened her muscles. She looked at her watch and was
surprised to see that it was ten thirty; she scolded herself, as she never
slept in. She quickly brushed her teeth and didn't bother changing from the
sweatpants and threw on a baby blue hoodie in place of the baseball shirt.
The halls were nearly deserted with the exception of some of the younger students who were peering owlishly at her. Suddenly Storm rushed towards her and gripped her arms. "Hurry. You've got to hurry" She nearly cried and started dragging Abby down the hall. "What's wrong?" Abby asked in between gasps of air. "Scott's hurt. He's bleeding. The motorcycle" Without telling her anything, Storm nearly shoved her through the swinging silver doors of the medical room.
The first thing that Abby noticed was all the thick deep red blood that had splattered across the white aluminum and was now soaking the white sheets to a putrid pinkish-purple. There was a young girl there about 16 with eyes as wide as dinner plates. Abby quickly ordered her out; she would be no use to her in that state. She ordered the girl to get someone who would help to her. The girl moved like she couldn't wait to get out of there and Abby turned to Scott to inspect his wounds and to find where all the blood was coming from.
The girl had returned with a man about 30 rushed in with the towels piled in his arms. Abby snatched one from his arms and splashed the dark amber liquid onto it and attacked Scott's arm with it to clean away the drying blood that had seemed to matt itself into the hair on his arm where she discovered the blood was gushing. "He was running his motorcycle in the garage" The man said as he swiftly hooked an I.V into Scott's other arm. "He had propped the front wheel onto cement cylinders and apparently the chain broke off the bike and sawed into his arm"
Abby had seen injuries like this in Jersey Mem. But two things worried her to the point of panic. The first one was that the muscles of his arm were exposed, the only. She could see the tough white-pink covering was torn open and was now open to infection floating around the air and she couldn't be sure if there had been any oil on the chain, or if parts of it had broken off but she considered Scott very lucky that the bone didn't appear to be severed, but it was visible between the flaps of ripped muscle. The second thing was that Scott was completely unconscious.
The I.V was dripping steadily and Abby and the man who had described himself as Lucas Franklin began to go to work on Scott. It appeared that the slash was the worst of his injuries but it was enough to have Abby wondering if they were going to be forced to amputate it at the school, or if they would have time to lifeline him to the nearest hospital and Abby cursed wildly when she couldn't think of the name. The hoodie that she had put on was now drenched with the blood, turning it dark purple and made her think of nothing she wanted more then a long scalding hot bath, and she had to struggle to keep from slipping on it on the floor.
"He's losing too much blood," Lucas said almost angrily as applied a thick layer of white burn salve on the burns from the heat of the metal across Scott's chest. "We're going to need a blood transplant" Abby nodded and winced, as she turned on the small yet very powerful medical saw and sliced at the dead grayish skin. "Yeah he will" Abby agreed. "Go set it up. He's an AB Negs" Lucas said and took the saw from her. He ignored her protest and with a muttered oath she burst out of the room to the small refrigerators that held the blood packs.
She tossed them across the room. "There's no fucking AB Negs Jim!" She yelled to him. "Then go get tests from everybody in the whole goddamn school. I don't care what you have to do just do it!" He yelled back and Abby slammed the doors of the refrigerator. Her first instinct was to go to Logan. Her heart matched the pounding she did on his door. He opened it and his eyes widened when he saw the state she was in.
Her skin was blanched except for the streaks of blood, her hair was tangled and unbrushed and blood was running down the legs of the sweatpants. "What happened?" Logan demanded as he grabbed her arms. "Scott'srightarmhasnearlybeensawedoffbythechain hismotorcyclethemuscleis rippedcleanopenandexposedandheneedsabloodtranspantbuttherearenoneofhisbloodt ypeinthebank Andineedtodobloodtestsofeveryoneicanorhisarmmightnotbesaved"
Though she was talking amazingly fast and her voice was nearing the verge of hysteria, Logan understood her and soothed her with strokes and pats. "It's alright darlin'. You go back to Scott and I'll get Charles and he'll take care of the blood. Now what blood type is Scott?" "AB Negative" She said. "Okay," Logan said and ordered her back to the medical room and he took off in the opposite direction towards Charles's office.
When Abby got back to the medical room, folds of dead skin were mingling with the sticky blood on the floor and she had to resist the urge to vomit. "How is he doing?" Abby asked a little frantically. "Not good. The muscle tissue will take a long time to heal, about 65 days and he won't be able to use that arm until then, and we're going to need three pints of blood to replace the amount he's lost. I've sutured the gash the best I could for now to stop the bleeding. His vital signs are pretty strong but I'm glad he's out now because it he were awake he would be struggling which would rip open the sutures and we'd have another whole mess"
As if on cue, the machines that were hooked to Scott began to beep wildly as his eyes flashed open, but lucky, Jim had thought to place a wet towel around his eyes to diffuse the beam and he jolted in the bed and Abby and Jim winced and moaned at the horrible 'RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP' sound of tearing flesh. Blood began to re-stream from Scott's arm and he began to fight against the restraints on the bed, causing the blood to flow faster. He was given a shot of Serafutal which put him under and Jim went back to work with muttered curses as he picked the pieces of torn black sutures from Scott's arm and began to put new ones in as Abby wiped the fresh blood from Scott's arm and deftly bandaged it.
As soon as this was down, Logan came in and took a moment to pause for a deep breath of air but the smell of dead flesh and blood made him gag. "There's only one match," He said trying to keep himself from passing out at the sight on the table. "Great who?" Jim asked as he dunked his blood- covered hands into the sink and turned the water on to full hot. "Me" Logan said and had both Jim and Abby gawking at him for a moment. "Well are you going to open up my veins or not?" Logan demanded angrily and yanked up the long black sleeves of his shirt.
"We need at least three pints," Abby warned Logan, keeping an eye on him as if she expected him to bolt out of the room. "Yeah sure whatever just do it?" He said and Abby obediently pierced his tanned skin of his forearm and Logan watched as the blood squirted into the sack at the end of the little plastic tunnel. Once the bag was full, she carefully pulled the needle out. "Go down to the kitchen," She instructed Logan firmly. "And eat 10 full spoons of sugar and drink lots of juices" His eyes were all but wheeling about in his head but he managed to nodded and he rose wobbly and giving Scott on the bed one last glance, left the medical room.
In quick jerky movements, Jim shoved the needle under Scott's arm and the blood streamed in. Abby checked and re-checked the color of Scott's fingernails to see if he was rejecting the blood and sighed a sound of relief when they didn't change. "We'll have to wait a while to see if it works" She said and grinned at Jim. "Yeah. The muscle should start to heal itself but Scott's not going to enjoy it, poor guy " The beeping and waves on the screens measured out.
"You should go lie down Abby" Jim said. "You look like you're about to drop dead" Abby chuckled. "Please don't say that" She pulled two chairs from the corner of the room and Jim settled next to her. "Hell of a second day isn't it?" He asked her and she lowered her head to his shoulder, it was a habit she had gotten into with Jamie and she really needed the casual comfort of it. "You did good kid," Jim said and Abby smiled the best she could. "If things like this are going to happen every day I'm going to pack up and move back to New Jersey. I don't think my heart can take it"
The halls were nearly deserted with the exception of some of the younger students who were peering owlishly at her. Suddenly Storm rushed towards her and gripped her arms. "Hurry. You've got to hurry" She nearly cried and started dragging Abby down the hall. "What's wrong?" Abby asked in between gasps of air. "Scott's hurt. He's bleeding. The motorcycle" Without telling her anything, Storm nearly shoved her through the swinging silver doors of the medical room.
The first thing that Abby noticed was all the thick deep red blood that had splattered across the white aluminum and was now soaking the white sheets to a putrid pinkish-purple. There was a young girl there about 16 with eyes as wide as dinner plates. Abby quickly ordered her out; she would be no use to her in that state. She ordered the girl to get someone who would help to her. The girl moved like she couldn't wait to get out of there and Abby turned to Scott to inspect his wounds and to find where all the blood was coming from.
The girl had returned with a man about 30 rushed in with the towels piled in his arms. Abby snatched one from his arms and splashed the dark amber liquid onto it and attacked Scott's arm with it to clean away the drying blood that had seemed to matt itself into the hair on his arm where she discovered the blood was gushing. "He was running his motorcycle in the garage" The man said as he swiftly hooked an I.V into Scott's other arm. "He had propped the front wheel onto cement cylinders and apparently the chain broke off the bike and sawed into his arm"
Abby had seen injuries like this in Jersey Mem. But two things worried her to the point of panic. The first one was that the muscles of his arm were exposed, the only. She could see the tough white-pink covering was torn open and was now open to infection floating around the air and she couldn't be sure if there had been any oil on the chain, or if parts of it had broken off but she considered Scott very lucky that the bone didn't appear to be severed, but it was visible between the flaps of ripped muscle. The second thing was that Scott was completely unconscious.
The I.V was dripping steadily and Abby and the man who had described himself as Lucas Franklin began to go to work on Scott. It appeared that the slash was the worst of his injuries but it was enough to have Abby wondering if they were going to be forced to amputate it at the school, or if they would have time to lifeline him to the nearest hospital and Abby cursed wildly when she couldn't think of the name. The hoodie that she had put on was now drenched with the blood, turning it dark purple and made her think of nothing she wanted more then a long scalding hot bath, and she had to struggle to keep from slipping on it on the floor.
"He's losing too much blood," Lucas said almost angrily as applied a thick layer of white burn salve on the burns from the heat of the metal across Scott's chest. "We're going to need a blood transplant" Abby nodded and winced, as she turned on the small yet very powerful medical saw and sliced at the dead grayish skin. "Yeah he will" Abby agreed. "Go set it up. He's an AB Negs" Lucas said and took the saw from her. He ignored her protest and with a muttered oath she burst out of the room to the small refrigerators that held the blood packs.
She tossed them across the room. "There's no fucking AB Negs Jim!" She yelled to him. "Then go get tests from everybody in the whole goddamn school. I don't care what you have to do just do it!" He yelled back and Abby slammed the doors of the refrigerator. Her first instinct was to go to Logan. Her heart matched the pounding she did on his door. He opened it and his eyes widened when he saw the state she was in.
Her skin was blanched except for the streaks of blood, her hair was tangled and unbrushed and blood was running down the legs of the sweatpants. "What happened?" Logan demanded as he grabbed her arms. "Scott'srightarmhasnearlybeensawedoffbythechain hismotorcyclethemuscleis rippedcleanopenandexposedandheneedsabloodtranspantbuttherearenoneofhisbloodt ypeinthebank Andineedtodobloodtestsofeveryoneicanorhisarmmightnotbesaved"
Though she was talking amazingly fast and her voice was nearing the verge of hysteria, Logan understood her and soothed her with strokes and pats. "It's alright darlin'. You go back to Scott and I'll get Charles and he'll take care of the blood. Now what blood type is Scott?" "AB Negative" She said. "Okay," Logan said and ordered her back to the medical room and he took off in the opposite direction towards Charles's office.
When Abby got back to the medical room, folds of dead skin were mingling with the sticky blood on the floor and she had to resist the urge to vomit. "How is he doing?" Abby asked a little frantically. "Not good. The muscle tissue will take a long time to heal, about 65 days and he won't be able to use that arm until then, and we're going to need three pints of blood to replace the amount he's lost. I've sutured the gash the best I could for now to stop the bleeding. His vital signs are pretty strong but I'm glad he's out now because it he were awake he would be struggling which would rip open the sutures and we'd have another whole mess"
As if on cue, the machines that were hooked to Scott began to beep wildly as his eyes flashed open, but lucky, Jim had thought to place a wet towel around his eyes to diffuse the beam and he jolted in the bed and Abby and Jim winced and moaned at the horrible 'RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP' sound of tearing flesh. Blood began to re-stream from Scott's arm and he began to fight against the restraints on the bed, causing the blood to flow faster. He was given a shot of Serafutal which put him under and Jim went back to work with muttered curses as he picked the pieces of torn black sutures from Scott's arm and began to put new ones in as Abby wiped the fresh blood from Scott's arm and deftly bandaged it.
As soon as this was down, Logan came in and took a moment to pause for a deep breath of air but the smell of dead flesh and blood made him gag. "There's only one match," He said trying to keep himself from passing out at the sight on the table. "Great who?" Jim asked as he dunked his blood- covered hands into the sink and turned the water on to full hot. "Me" Logan said and had both Jim and Abby gawking at him for a moment. "Well are you going to open up my veins or not?" Logan demanded angrily and yanked up the long black sleeves of his shirt.
"We need at least three pints," Abby warned Logan, keeping an eye on him as if she expected him to bolt out of the room. "Yeah sure whatever just do it?" He said and Abby obediently pierced his tanned skin of his forearm and Logan watched as the blood squirted into the sack at the end of the little plastic tunnel. Once the bag was full, she carefully pulled the needle out. "Go down to the kitchen," She instructed Logan firmly. "And eat 10 full spoons of sugar and drink lots of juices" His eyes were all but wheeling about in his head but he managed to nodded and he rose wobbly and giving Scott on the bed one last glance, left the medical room.
In quick jerky movements, Jim shoved the needle under Scott's arm and the blood streamed in. Abby checked and re-checked the color of Scott's fingernails to see if he was rejecting the blood and sighed a sound of relief when they didn't change. "We'll have to wait a while to see if it works" She said and grinned at Jim. "Yeah. The muscle should start to heal itself but Scott's not going to enjoy it, poor guy " The beeping and waves on the screens measured out.
"You should go lie down Abby" Jim said. "You look like you're about to drop dead" Abby chuckled. "Please don't say that" She pulled two chairs from the corner of the room and Jim settled next to her. "Hell of a second day isn't it?" He asked her and she lowered her head to his shoulder, it was a habit she had gotten into with Jamie and she really needed the casual comfort of it. "You did good kid," Jim said and Abby smiled the best she could. "If things like this are going to happen every day I'm going to pack up and move back to New Jersey. I don't think my heart can take it"