November 12th, 2012
Gage and Jett were two years old. Randi and Dave were so thrilled they have survived the tough couple years they had. It was such a blessing.
"Daddy, can you help me at the rink?" Sailor stood in the doorway. Dave shook his head.
"I have all these charts to catch up on, Lori." He said, "Call Michael."
"Fine." She muttered loudly. Dave looked at the chart in front of him. He hated telling her no but he had to do this.
"Dad, can you drive me to the set?" Ireland asked.
"Call Elizabeth and ask her. I'm busy." Dave mumbled.
"But I need to be there in thirty minutes." She pouted.
"Then I guess you better call her now, huh?" Dave looked up at her with a frown. Ireland growled and turned away. Dave saw Lyric standing in the doorway next. "What do you want?"
"Do you need help? I know how to do charts." She said.
"Please, Lyric. I need silence. Go into the clinic and find something to stitch." Dave said.
"A patient?" Lyric grinned brightly. Dave chuckled.
"No. More like a chicken breast or something." He said.
"Okay thanks, Daddy." Lyric ran down the hallway. Dave wiped the sweat off of his brow. Lord, he needed silence.
"DADDY!!!!!!!!!" Gage screamed running into the office Jett ran away him with a water gun.
"RUN RUN!!" Jett screamed.
"BOYS! Out!" Dave yelled. The twins ran out still screaming.
"Sorry about that." Randi smiled, "They're smoking something today."
"Please, Randi. I am really busy. Try to keep those six children out of here." Dave said wiping his forehead. Randi frowned.
"Are you okay?" She asked him, "You look bad."
"I'm just...hot and frustrated." he said, "Please leave."
"God, fine." Randi stalked down the hallway. Dave got up from his desk, rubbing his chest. He suddenly was feeling very bad. He slammed the door. Dave took in a deep breath. His chest began to tighten.
"Christ." He grunted rubbing his chest. His left arm began to go numb. Dave grunted stumbling back from the door. "Randi." He stumbled to his desk, but stumbled and fell to the floor in a loud crash.
"Dave? Is everything okay?" Randi knocked on the door.
"My heart." Dave groaned. She opened the door and gasped.
"Oh my god" She ran over to him, "What's wrong?? Are you okay??"
"My heart." Dave grunted.
"Oh my god. Oh my god." Randi ran to the phone and dialed an ambulance, "This is Randi Malucci, My husband is having a heart attack...David Malucci...Take him to County General please."
"Randi..." Dave panted.
"I'm right here, Baby." Randi whispered, "Ireland!!! Get Drew!!!"
Randi ran alongside the gurney as he was pushed into the hospital.
"Abby! Dave's having a heart attack!" She cried. Abby got up from the admit desk and ran over to the gurney.
"Dave, can you hear me?" Abby asked as he was pushed into the trauma room. Randi whimpered slightly. He grunted, "Page Cardiology please and let's get a echo down here."
"Oh god." Randi cried softly.
"Randi, please wait outside. he's in good hands." Abby said putting her stethoscope on listening to his heart. Randi's entire body was shaking as she walked over to the admit desk she had once worked. She picked up the phone and slowly dialed Elizabeth's pager.
She stared at the trauma room. He couldn't die. He couldn't leave her with six children. God, she would so mad at him. Randi took in a shuddery breath. Elizabeth ran into the ER.
"Randi? What's going on?" She asked with wide eyes.
"It's Dave." Randi began to sob. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her. She looked into the trauma room.
"He has the best doctors working on him." Elizabeth reassured Randi as Abby walked out. Randi pulled away.
"Abby, please tell me he's okay." She whispered.
"He's had a major heart attack, Randi." Abby said.
"Oh god..." Randi whispered.
"His heart is very weak right now. We need to keep in heart for a few days to monitor him." Abby said, "I'll have the cardiologist come speak with you once we get Dave all settled in."
"May I go see him, Abby?" She asked. Abby nodded.
"For a few minutes. Don't tire him out." She said. Randi walked into the trauma room. Dave opened his eyes.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him.
"Tired." He mumbled. Randi nodded.
"You're going to feel tired for awhile I think." She said, "God, you gave me such a scare."
"Sorry." Dave licked his lips.
"It's not your fault." Randi said softly as Dr. Phillips walked into the room. "Dr. Phillips..."
"We need to take him upstairs for a few tests." Dr. Phillips said. Randi looked at Dave, "We need to see how much damage happened to his heart and to see if we need to go in and repair it."
"Okay.' Randi whispered as she kissed Dave's forehead. "I love you so much, Baby."
"I love you too." Dave whispered.
"Take good care of my husband." Randi said.
"We will." Dr. Phillips said. Randi stood there watching her husband being rolled away. God, she still felt so sick to her stomach. In an instant, she could have lost her husband. She knew Dave wasn't out of the woods yet and that was what frightened the hell out of her.
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