Close to the Heart
Chapter 4
Paramedics tended to her as best they could on the way to the hospital. They managed to stop the flow of blood from her wound. Haruka had fallen from stable, to critical condition, her body temperature started to drop drastically, every blanket the paramedics had in the back was used to cover her now quivering body. The loss of blood causing her chills. They were estimated at being a minute away from the hospital when Haurka's body suddenly started a violent shaking frenzy.
"She's having a seizure! Get the sedative!" one of the elder paramedics ordered his colleague. He gripped her arms, to hold her still long enough for the younger man to administer the liquid into her blood stream. His hands continued to hold her down until her shaking stopped and she relaxed against the gurney. "Dammit hurry up, she needs to get this bullet removed soon." He spoke into a microphone to the man driving the ambulance…
"Michiru Kaiou to the OR immediately, Michiru Kaiou to the OR immediately!" a frantic voice came over the intercom.
Michiru's blood nearly froze when she arrived to the operating room and was briefed on what had happened. She was only 28, the youngest doctor of the hospital, as well as the county. This was her first shot victim that she surgically treated. As she stood in the room, she washed both her hands thoroughly. She watched two men wheel the gurney into the room she was in, and quickly moved the victim onto the operating table.
"Cover up their face, I don't like to look at the person when I operate on them." An assistant quickly did as she ordered. "I need morphine, and anesthesia, stat." she pulled the medical mask over her mouth and moved over to finally get a look at the wound. She moved the towel covering Haruka's chest and let it rest on her breasts.
She wanted to hurry up with the operation, but needed to wait until the anesthesia was hooked up to Haruka's IV…
Nearly 3 hours later, Michiru had pulled the damaged bullet from Haruka's chest and tossed it into a tiny metal pan that was quickly taken to be placed in police evidence. The operation had been a success; Michiru knew that as soon as she walked out of the operating room she would be mobbed by reporters.
Carefully she pealed off the blood-soaked gloves and tossed them into a biohazard container before peaking out the little window of the operating room. "Damn people." She shook her head to an assistant, who was not cleaning up, causing her to chuckle.
Questioned flooded her from all around as soon as she pushed the door open. "Dr. Kaiou, how's Haruka?" "Dr. Kaiou, do you know this operation will make you famous?" "Dr. Kaiou, how serious are Haruka's injuries?" "Dr. Kaiou, is Haruka going to make it through recovery?"
She looked at them, picking one out of the crowd, a tall brown-haired woman, who quickly responded by shoving a small tape recorder in her face. "Makoto Kino, Tokyo Press, Dr. Kaiou, how serious are Haruka Tenou's wounds?" The mob quieted down, to take notes on what she was about to say.
"Ms. Tenou is in serious condition right now. The bullet passed through her right lung, causing it to collapse, plus there was a substantial amount of blood loss." She continued to keep her eyes on the tall brown-haired woman.
"Did you know that Ms. Tenou is a lesbian?"
Michiru simply ignored the woman and pushed her way through the reporters. That last question had absolutely no relevance to the seriousness of Haruka's injuries. Deep down inside, Michiru knew that the next 48 hours would spell out Haruka's fate. If she didn't wake up from her unconscious state in that time, her future looked grim.
Chapter 4
Paramedics tended to her as best they could on the way to the hospital. They managed to stop the flow of blood from her wound. Haruka had fallen from stable, to critical condition, her body temperature started to drop drastically, every blanket the paramedics had in the back was used to cover her now quivering body. The loss of blood causing her chills. They were estimated at being a minute away from the hospital when Haurka's body suddenly started a violent shaking frenzy.
"She's having a seizure! Get the sedative!" one of the elder paramedics ordered his colleague. He gripped her arms, to hold her still long enough for the younger man to administer the liquid into her blood stream. His hands continued to hold her down until her shaking stopped and she relaxed against the gurney. "Dammit hurry up, she needs to get this bullet removed soon." He spoke into a microphone to the man driving the ambulance…
"Michiru Kaiou to the OR immediately, Michiru Kaiou to the OR immediately!" a frantic voice came over the intercom.
Michiru's blood nearly froze when she arrived to the operating room and was briefed on what had happened. She was only 28, the youngest doctor of the hospital, as well as the county. This was her first shot victim that she surgically treated. As she stood in the room, she washed both her hands thoroughly. She watched two men wheel the gurney into the room she was in, and quickly moved the victim onto the operating table.
"Cover up their face, I don't like to look at the person when I operate on them." An assistant quickly did as she ordered. "I need morphine, and anesthesia, stat." she pulled the medical mask over her mouth and moved over to finally get a look at the wound. She moved the towel covering Haruka's chest and let it rest on her breasts.
She wanted to hurry up with the operation, but needed to wait until the anesthesia was hooked up to Haruka's IV…
Nearly 3 hours later, Michiru had pulled the damaged bullet from Haruka's chest and tossed it into a tiny metal pan that was quickly taken to be placed in police evidence. The operation had been a success; Michiru knew that as soon as she walked out of the operating room she would be mobbed by reporters.
Carefully she pealed off the blood-soaked gloves and tossed them into a biohazard container before peaking out the little window of the operating room. "Damn people." She shook her head to an assistant, who was not cleaning up, causing her to chuckle.
Questioned flooded her from all around as soon as she pushed the door open. "Dr. Kaiou, how's Haruka?" "Dr. Kaiou, do you know this operation will make you famous?" "Dr. Kaiou, how serious are Haruka's injuries?" "Dr. Kaiou, is Haruka going to make it through recovery?"
She looked at them, picking one out of the crowd, a tall brown-haired woman, who quickly responded by shoving a small tape recorder in her face. "Makoto Kino, Tokyo Press, Dr. Kaiou, how serious are Haruka Tenou's wounds?" The mob quieted down, to take notes on what she was about to say.
"Ms. Tenou is in serious condition right now. The bullet passed through her right lung, causing it to collapse, plus there was a substantial amount of blood loss." She continued to keep her eyes on the tall brown-haired woman.
"Did you know that Ms. Tenou is a lesbian?"
Michiru simply ignored the woman and pushed her way through the reporters. That last question had absolutely no relevance to the seriousness of Haruka's injuries. Deep down inside, Michiru knew that the next 48 hours would spell out Haruka's fate. If she didn't wake up from her unconscious state in that time, her future looked grim.