NOTE: I know nothing about medicine, so if there is no way in heck Lucy would ever survive the PE, forgive me, I am only a teen writer, trying to write a story. I don't claim a medical background or any knowledge whatsoever. Please do not get upset at any medical inaccuracies, Nor do I own, etc. the ER characters. Enjoy the story!
Four days later, Lucy was sitting upright in bed when she heard a knock at the door. She looked up from the magazine she had been looking at. The door opened after a moment. She was shocked when she saw who had knocked. It was John. She smiled the half smile that she was limited to by her tracheotomy tube, and motioned for him to come in. John nodded and the nurse that stood behind him pushed him up to her bedside. She felt a tear fall from her eye and onto her face. She wiped it away, but felt another coming, then another, and another. She looked over to her right hand side where John sat. John put out his hand for her to latch onto, and she did, grasping it as much as she could in her weak state.
"Hi Lucy," John said. "How are you?"
Lucy grabbed her pad of paper with her other hand. She scribbled something down. It read, 'fine, and you?'
John nodded. "Good, considering. Lucy, you scared me."
Lucy nodded. She wrote something else down.
"I know I scared you too, Lucy. Anyways, when does the tracheotomy tube come out?"
Lucy shrugged slightly. She didn't know yet, nobody did.
"Ahh…Well…I'm still in pain, as I am sure you are."
Lucy made a note on her pad of paper again. Quiet, was all she put down on the piece of paper, which was now filled with sloppy notes to John.
John
nodded. For five minutes or so, they sat in silence reflecting on
what had happened only days before.
Soon, John's nurse had to
speak up however and let him know that his time for visiting was
over.
"Dr. Carter, you have to talk with physical therapy now, we have to leave."
John
nodded. "Goodbye, Luce. I'll see you tomorrow or sometime soon,
Lucy."
Lucy nodded, as she let go of his hand. As she let go of
his hand, she felt tears flow down her eyes again. Instead of letting
them flow as she had done before, she closed her eyes and hid them,
as John left.
