Okay, another chapter. Sorry for the wait.
"Somebody help!" Lindsey half-yelled as he barged through the emergency room doors with Fred in his arms.
Several nurses rushed to his side with a gurney for Fred. He helped them place her on it and let them go to work, heading toward the café.
"What have we got here?" Dr. Brown asked in a rushed voice as two nurses began rushing Fred down the hall. Bruises were starting to appear and blood was slowly dripping from several parts of her body.
"Female in her early twenties who was in a car accident," one of the nurses answered quickly. "The driver is in the waiting room."
He nodded, "Come on," the doctor started as he grabbed one side of the gurney. "Let's get her down to trauma one. Davidson! Get down here! Help with this patient."
Dr. Davidson followed Dr. Brown down the hall. He walked to one side of the gurney so he could examine the patient's body further. Her right shoulder was dislocated and looked as though it were one giant bruise. He then looked to the upper portion of her stomach, where he saw many deep cuts and a very stained shirt.
Once they got into the trauma room Dr. Davidson switched into action and slipped a pair of latex gloves onto his hands. "CBC's down. She needs a transfusion."
One of the nurses immediately began to get the transfusion ready, while Dr. Brown attempted to stop the bleeding from her abdomen. And another nurse began hooking Fred up to all the monitors.
The nurse finally stuck the needle gently into Fred's right and uninjured arm and began to move blood into her veins as fast as possible. She held the bag with the blood above and attached it to a nearby pole that stood upright to help the blood flow faster.
"Her leg is broken" Dr. Davidson noted as he ran his hands down her leg. "We'll need to get this off" He said, reaching for some scissors. He carefully cut up the side of her pants, moving the material aside to better access the broken bones. "This is going to need surgery to repair." He said shaking his head. The nurse that was closest to the phone nodded in reply before making her way towards the phone, calling the OR.
Dr. Brown continued to work on her stomach when the beeping from the heart monitor stopped. The line went flat and he couldn't see her breathing anymore.
"Bag her," he commanded one of the nearby nurses. The nurse grabbed a tray with the supplies on it and started working.
Dr. Davidson walked over to the other nurse who was still on the phone. "Did you reach them yet?" When she shook her head in response he redirected his attention to Fred. By this point the bag was attached outside of her mouth and the nurse was squeezing it to try and restart Fred's breathing. Though she wasn't having much luck with that.
"She has a cell phone in her pocket." One of the other nurses said as she lifted it up.
"Good." Dr. Brown said as he continued to work on Fred. "See if you can contact family, find out her name."
The nurse nodded and walked out of Fred's room, leaving them to treat her. She made her way to the front desk and opened the cell phone just as Wesley ran in the front door. He rushed to where the woman was, "Uhh, hi. A woman was hit by a car I think...umm, Fred. Is she here?" He asked her in a rushed voice, waving his hands around as he tried to find the words.
"Sir, have a seat. I'll be right with you."
Wesley would have protested that, but he was really worried at this point and he didn't even know if it was Fred he has seen. So he just sat down like he was told. It was a good thing Lindsey was in the cafeteria though; Wesley wasn't in the mood for any crap.
The nurse, however, was busy scrolling through the numbers in Fred's phone. Charles, Cordelia, both in the friends category. She went through some more numbers before coming to Mom. Writing down the number, she proceeded to call from the hospital line.
"Hello?" Mrs. Burkle called out as she answered the phone.
"Hi there, this is Jan Garcia calling from St John's Medical Center. We have a young lady here that was involved in an auto accident. We got this phone number out of the cell phone she was carrying and would like to know if you could identify her."
"Oh my, is she alright?"
"We're doing everything we can ma'am, but if you could just give us a name..." the nurse told her, trying to sound reassuring. By this point Wesley was rather interested in this conversation and was making his way back up to the front desk.
"Fred. Uhh, Winifred. Winifred Burkle." Mrs. Burkle told the woman on the phone, quite worried by now and making mental plans to fly to LA.
"Okay, could you spell that for me?" She asked with a pen at hand.
"W-I-N-I-F-R-E-D B-U-R-K-L-E"
"Alright." She repeated it back to Fred's mother to make sure it was correct. Wesley, of course, had been listening and now was very worried about his girl.
Since when is she my girl?
He thought to himself.
"And you're her mother, correct?"
"Yes, is she alright?" She asked, well more like demanded.
"Ma'am, if you could just come down here..."
"I can't," Mrs. Burkle cut her off, "at least not now, I'm in Texas."
"I see, well is there anyone closer, that I can contact?"
"Umm, I think so. Her work? She seems to have a lot of friends there..."
"Hmm..." Jan continued searching through the cell phone for a work number when a hand from Wesley stopped her. "Sir, I asked you to have a seat."
"I'm who you want to contact; you're talking about Fred Burkle, correct?"
"Umm," The nurse paused for a moment before returning to her telephone conversation. "Excuse me? I'm going to have to let you go ma'am, I'll contact you if anything else happens with your daughter..." She told her before hanging up the phone.
"What happened to her?" Wesley inquired.
"She was in a car accident. She's just been taken into the OR for emergency surgery."
"Do you know who the driver was?" He had to know.
"Sir, if you could just have a seat. The police will arrive shortly and the doctor will be out to speak with you momentarily."
He sighed and sat down like he was asked, again. After a couple minutes of staring at the clock he decided he felt like some coffee and headed to the cafeteria.
Sorry if it sucks. I am no doctor so the medical whatnot is sure to be off. Haha, please just work with me here. If you can think of anything that would make it more realistic please tell me. It would be WAY appreciated. And let me know what you'd like to see.