Ch. 2 Minor Problems Part 1
"Paging Dr. Campbell. Dr. Campbell to the ER," a voice came over the loud speakers. Andy drudged out of her office and down to the ER.
"Dr. Campbell! My baby! Save my baby, please!" A large brunette woman rushed up to Andy.
"Mrs. Larkson please, calm down. What's the matter?"
"It's Chrissy! She-" Mrs. Larkson was cut off as a nurse got between them.
"Dr., we have three over-doses, fifteen year old females. She found them," he motioned to Mrs. Larkson, "in the basement with this," he handed Andy some chalky white pills.
"Ecstasy," she looked it over. She shoved them back and ran over to the girls. The first one was vomiting into a bed pan. Andy rattled off the meds to be given and told the doctor to prep her for surgery. They were all more than likely going to have their stomachs pumped.
The second girl was clutching her stomach and moaning. Andy told the doctor there the same thing.
Andy knew instantly that the third girl was in the worst condition. Her skin was cold and clammy. She was unconscious and had shallow breathing. Andy pushed the girl's brown hair away from her face. Andy pulled her eyelid up and shone a flashlight on the girl's green eyes. She placed her middle finger and thumb on her wrist to check for a pulse. The girl had hot pink nail polish on.
Wait, Andy thought as she grabbed the girl's hand. That was the exact color Jessie had put on this morning. It was only then did she see the uniform.
"Oh my God! Jessie!" Unexpectedly, Jessie's heartbeat monitor let off a loud beep. Andy looked over.
The line was flat.
Ooooooooh! Cliff hanger! I promise I'll update in a couple days... on one condition. 'What's the name of the chicken place Mark works at?' Answer that and I'll update. (I'm not doing this to piss anyone off. The next chapter involves Mark and I need to know that.) If you don't have any clue, then give me names you made up. Thanks! :)