AN: Again. Thank you so much for all your reviews. I find it very encouraging to hear from everyone. Well, as promised, you all will know who the driver is of the SUV.
The ride to Bethesda seemed like it took an eternity to the driver of the SUV. He was lost in his own personal hell. What was he going to do now? How is he going to break the news to his colleagues at JAG? How was he going to face Mac if she even survives the night? A quiet sob escaped from his trembling lips: "Oh God, what am I going to do?" Lost in the enormity of the situation placed before him, the driver tried to gain some semblance of control. But control would be out of his reach tonight. He couldn't stop the volley of questions bombarding him. Little did he know, the paramedics in the other ambulance were having problems of their own.
"Damn it! She flatlined again! Charge the paddles, Brown!" Brown reached over and grabbed the defibrillator. He hoped they wouldn't have to use it own her again, but she evidently had other plans. Charging the paddles again, Brown prepped the body again for another shock.
"Clear!" Brown hit her with a charge of 60. Nothing.
"Damn it! I'm not going to lose her! Continue CPR while I charge the paddles to 70 and give her 10cc of epinephrine."
"Clear!" Another volt coursed through her body. Nothing.
"Damn it Marine! Get your ass back here! It's not your time!" Brown charged the paddles again and with a silent prayer, shocked the lifeless marine.
"Got her! We have a sinus rhythm! Thank you God! That's the way to fight marine. Never give up. Never surrender."
Both ambulances pulled up to the ER at the same time. Since Mac was in critical condition, she was taken first. The paramedics didn't want to run the risk of her flatlining again. At least here, they can hopefully locate and diagnose all of her injuries.
Mac was rushed through the doors and wheeled into exam room 1. Comm. Morris walked in and addressed the paramedics. "Who do we have here guys?"
"White female, 36 years old involved in a MVA. She was driving a corvette that was T-boned on the driver's side. The corvette was then sandwiched between the SUV and a light pole. She was unconscious when we got there, and the firefighters had to use the Jaws of Life to get her out. She flatlined at the scene and en route here. We were able to get her back both times. She's received 10cc of epinephrine, and we started an IV. Blood pressure is 90/60 and her breath sounds and thin and raspy."
"Was the driver restrained?"
"Firefighters said she was wearing a seat belt, but he force of the impact caused it to break."
"Ok. Thanks guys. I'll take it from here. By the way, what's her name?"
"Her name is Sara Mackenzie. She's a LtCol. in the Marines."
Turning to the nurse: "I need a CBC, Chem 7, and Blood Gas."
"Right away Dr."
Morris stepped up to Mac and began examining her. He began be listening to her lungs. He heard breath sounds on the right side, even though they were raspy. Her left side, however, concerned him. He could barely hear anything on her left side. He decided to do a central line to see if her lungs were punctured. Once the central line was in place, fluid immediately came out. "Just want I suspected. Nurse we need to secure this central line. Her lungs have collapsed."
"Yes Dr."
Morris then proceeded to her abdomen. It felt distended. He was starting not to like his patient's prognosis. "We are going to have to take her to surgery STAT. Her stomach is distended, and I still don't like her blood pressure. I'll finish my examination after the surgery."
Morris was pretty sure a majority of her serious injuries would be internal. He noted that her left arm appeared to be broken. He also noticed she had a massive bruise that started from the top of her hip and extended down her thigh. He noted this so X-rays could be taken. His major concern rested with Mac's head. She was unconscious when they found her and has yet to regain consciousness. He knew she had flatlined twice, and he was unsure how long her brain was without oxygen. He also saw a major gash on the left side of her head. He planned to do a CAT scan once the surgery was over, and she was stable. He needed to make sure her brain wasn't swelling, because it could compound her other injuries.
Addressing the nurses: "Ok everyone, here's what we're going to do. We need to get anesthesia to OR 1, because Mackenzie is going to surgery now. Once the surgery is complete, and she is stable, I need a CAT scan of her brain to check for swelling and bleeding. Also, X-rays are needed of her left arm, hip and leg. Once those tests are complete, we will set any breaks and clean and stitch all her wounds. It that clear?"
"Yes sir!"
"Well let's get to it."
Mac was taken form the ER straight to surgery. Anesthesia was already there, and Mac was moved onto the surgical table. Once she was asleep, the surgical areas cleaned and prepped, the journey to save Mac's life began once again.
"Scalpel."
Back in the ER, Lt. Lescale was completing her exam of the driver of the SUV. After all the X-rays and bloodwork down on him, he was found to have a concussion, broken nose, sprained wrist, and a few of the cuts on his face and hands needed stitches. The Dr. wanted to keep him overnight for observation. He agreed since he was trying to avoid the inevitable. He knew he has to call someone, but was dreading it. The nurses and orderlies helped him to a room and left him to his own misery.
'I really don't want to do this. What will people think of me now? It's all my fault. If only I wasn't in such a hurry to get here. Just look where it got me. One floor up from where I should be right now. Oh God! Please help me. Please give me the strength to make this phone call.' Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't realize Johnson and Smith walked in.
"How are you doing, son?'
"How do you think I'm doing? I not only risked my life to get here, but I may have just taken the life of someone I have worked with for many years!"
"Is there someone we can call for you? You should have someone with you at a time like this."
"No thank you, sir. I know who I need to call. He also had known Mac and I or quite some time. He will call the others to have them come too."
"I guess Mac is some sort of nickname for Mackenzie." Smith stated.
"Yeah it is. Now I don't mean to sound rude, and please forgive my previous outburst, but I have a phone call to make."
"I understand, son. We will leave you to your phone call and go check up on Mac. We will come back and let you know what we find out."
"Thank you. I would appreciate that."
Johnson and Smith quietly exited the room and left the man to his own devises. Somehow, he found the courage. Picking up the phone, he dialed a familiar number. A man picked up of the second ring.
"Hello?"
His voice cracked as he answered the man. "Sorry to disturb you, sir. I need you to come to Bethesda ASAP."
"Sturgis?!"
Well there you have it. Congrats to the person who actually guess it was Sturgis. I'm sorry, I can't remember the name. I've been writting for the past 6 hours, and my head is about to explose. I'm surprised I remeber my own name. And everyone else was right. I couldn't do it to Harm, although my devilish mind sees the possiblities. Maybe my next fanfic. Now all you have to do is click that lilac button and reply. You know you want to. (evil grin)
The ride to Bethesda seemed like it took an eternity to the driver of the SUV. He was lost in his own personal hell. What was he going to do now? How is he going to break the news to his colleagues at JAG? How was he going to face Mac if she even survives the night? A quiet sob escaped from his trembling lips: "Oh God, what am I going to do?" Lost in the enormity of the situation placed before him, the driver tried to gain some semblance of control. But control would be out of his reach tonight. He couldn't stop the volley of questions bombarding him. Little did he know, the paramedics in the other ambulance were having problems of their own.
"Damn it! She flatlined again! Charge the paddles, Brown!" Brown reached over and grabbed the defibrillator. He hoped they wouldn't have to use it own her again, but she evidently had other plans. Charging the paddles again, Brown prepped the body again for another shock.
"Clear!" Brown hit her with a charge of 60. Nothing.
"Damn it! I'm not going to lose her! Continue CPR while I charge the paddles to 70 and give her 10cc of epinephrine."
"Clear!" Another volt coursed through her body. Nothing.
"Damn it Marine! Get your ass back here! It's not your time!" Brown charged the paddles again and with a silent prayer, shocked the lifeless marine.
"Got her! We have a sinus rhythm! Thank you God! That's the way to fight marine. Never give up. Never surrender."
Both ambulances pulled up to the ER at the same time. Since Mac was in critical condition, she was taken first. The paramedics didn't want to run the risk of her flatlining again. At least here, they can hopefully locate and diagnose all of her injuries.
Mac was rushed through the doors and wheeled into exam room 1. Comm. Morris walked in and addressed the paramedics. "Who do we have here guys?"
"White female, 36 years old involved in a MVA. She was driving a corvette that was T-boned on the driver's side. The corvette was then sandwiched between the SUV and a light pole. She was unconscious when we got there, and the firefighters had to use the Jaws of Life to get her out. She flatlined at the scene and en route here. We were able to get her back both times. She's received 10cc of epinephrine, and we started an IV. Blood pressure is 90/60 and her breath sounds and thin and raspy."
"Was the driver restrained?"
"Firefighters said she was wearing a seat belt, but he force of the impact caused it to break."
"Ok. Thanks guys. I'll take it from here. By the way, what's her name?"
"Her name is Sara Mackenzie. She's a LtCol. in the Marines."
Turning to the nurse: "I need a CBC, Chem 7, and Blood Gas."
"Right away Dr."
Morris stepped up to Mac and began examining her. He began be listening to her lungs. He heard breath sounds on the right side, even though they were raspy. Her left side, however, concerned him. He could barely hear anything on her left side. He decided to do a central line to see if her lungs were punctured. Once the central line was in place, fluid immediately came out. "Just want I suspected. Nurse we need to secure this central line. Her lungs have collapsed."
"Yes Dr."
Morris then proceeded to her abdomen. It felt distended. He was starting not to like his patient's prognosis. "We are going to have to take her to surgery STAT. Her stomach is distended, and I still don't like her blood pressure. I'll finish my examination after the surgery."
Morris was pretty sure a majority of her serious injuries would be internal. He noted that her left arm appeared to be broken. He also noticed she had a massive bruise that started from the top of her hip and extended down her thigh. He noted this so X-rays could be taken. His major concern rested with Mac's head. She was unconscious when they found her and has yet to regain consciousness. He knew she had flatlined twice, and he was unsure how long her brain was without oxygen. He also saw a major gash on the left side of her head. He planned to do a CAT scan once the surgery was over, and she was stable. He needed to make sure her brain wasn't swelling, because it could compound her other injuries.
Addressing the nurses: "Ok everyone, here's what we're going to do. We need to get anesthesia to OR 1, because Mackenzie is going to surgery now. Once the surgery is complete, and she is stable, I need a CAT scan of her brain to check for swelling and bleeding. Also, X-rays are needed of her left arm, hip and leg. Once those tests are complete, we will set any breaks and clean and stitch all her wounds. It that clear?"
"Yes sir!"
"Well let's get to it."
Mac was taken form the ER straight to surgery. Anesthesia was already there, and Mac was moved onto the surgical table. Once she was asleep, the surgical areas cleaned and prepped, the journey to save Mac's life began once again.
"Scalpel."
Back in the ER, Lt. Lescale was completing her exam of the driver of the SUV. After all the X-rays and bloodwork down on him, he was found to have a concussion, broken nose, sprained wrist, and a few of the cuts on his face and hands needed stitches. The Dr. wanted to keep him overnight for observation. He agreed since he was trying to avoid the inevitable. He knew he has to call someone, but was dreading it. The nurses and orderlies helped him to a room and left him to his own misery.
'I really don't want to do this. What will people think of me now? It's all my fault. If only I wasn't in such a hurry to get here. Just look where it got me. One floor up from where I should be right now. Oh God! Please help me. Please give me the strength to make this phone call.' Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't realize Johnson and Smith walked in.
"How are you doing, son?'
"How do you think I'm doing? I not only risked my life to get here, but I may have just taken the life of someone I have worked with for many years!"
"Is there someone we can call for you? You should have someone with you at a time like this."
"No thank you, sir. I know who I need to call. He also had known Mac and I or quite some time. He will call the others to have them come too."
"I guess Mac is some sort of nickname for Mackenzie." Smith stated.
"Yeah it is. Now I don't mean to sound rude, and please forgive my previous outburst, but I have a phone call to make."
"I understand, son. We will leave you to your phone call and go check up on Mac. We will come back and let you know what we find out."
"Thank you. I would appreciate that."
Johnson and Smith quietly exited the room and left the man to his own devises. Somehow, he found the courage. Picking up the phone, he dialed a familiar number. A man picked up of the second ring.
"Hello?"
His voice cracked as he answered the man. "Sorry to disturb you, sir. I need you to come to Bethesda ASAP."
"Sturgis?!"
Well there you have it. Congrats to the person who actually guess it was Sturgis. I'm sorry, I can't remember the name. I've been writting for the past 6 hours, and my head is about to explose. I'm surprised I remeber my own name. And everyone else was right. I couldn't do it to Harm, although my devilish mind sees the possiblities. Maybe my next fanfic. Now all you have to do is click that lilac button and reply. You know you want to. (evil grin)