A bit less angst.
Chapter 3.
Arizona POV.
215 unopened, unsent letters lay tucked away in my sock drawer. I wrote a letter almost everyday, it helped to take the pinch of the searing pain that enveloped me.
14th March 2011
Day 215.
Calliope,
I saved a girl today, her name is Jean, at least that's what we think. She doesn't have much English and the words she does have are slurred and illegible. A soldier carried her in this morning, her father was dead upon arrival and her mother was sent to another medical clinic. Isn't that horrible? I promised her I would find her mother, which probably is bad, very bad. In medical school we were taught that we shouldn't become to attached that we should cover the patients face, but I care. In some way, in some distorted way I am the little girl searching for her better half- for you. I hope some day, that these letters reach you, that I have the courage to give them to you. I love you, God, I love you so much, if my tears were footsteps I would be at your door.:-)
With all my love,
Arizona.
I placed the crisp write paper into the brown envelope. My fingers traced the letters of Calliope name and then I tucked it away with the others.
" I am making a difference. I am making a difference" I whispered, hoping someday, someday in the future I would grow to believe it that the good that I was doing would outbalance the love that filled my every breath and the pain that seared through every heart beat.
My breath hitched in my throat. My eyes scanned over Teddy's email. Gone. She was Gone. I swallowed the lump in my throat and urged my trembling fingers to reply.
Teddy.
Sorry I haven't had a chance to look at my e-mail in the past few weeks, the lines have been down for a while since the fighting started up north. No, I would be surprised if anything got through the security here, I cant even go to the bathroom without being eyed. The U.N. have called for state of protection over Malawi and south Tanzania, the north has been taken from what filters down to me. But, What the hell do you mean Callie's gone? Where? Why? Is she coming back? Which Organisation is she enlisting with? Teddy so help you god if you take longer than 24 hours to reply.:-(
Love Arizona.
" Dr. Robbins, Dr. Robbins, the girl she's coding." The patients papers fell to the floor. " Crash Cart" I yelled as I rounded the corner. The girls eyes had glazed over, endless white stared back at me, as her body buckled under the weight of her tonic seizure. " 25 of Buccal Dizapam, stat" I ordered. I was not going to lose this girl.
" BP, dropping, the nurse said she took the gauge of the girls arm, the small inaccurate screen beeped slowly. I watched as the pulse dropped, fast. " Paddles, charge to 20" The girls chest heaved, but her vitals didn't move. I would not lose you, not the two of you.
" 25 Benzandine and charge the paddles to 250" I felt eyes burn into back of my skull.
" Now" I ordered again, taking the paddles into my own hands. Her whole body lifted off the bed. And silence covered everything, the light, the objects in the room, mobility to breath and then it was gone. Beep. " Vitals rising"
" BP returning." Another nurse said. I gave the necessary instructions, finding quite easily the murmur in the girls lungs. " Trapped fluid, 250ml syringe." I said to Katie, the dark haired nurse. I inserted the needle into the right lung, gauging, hoping it was the right one. The syringe filled with blue fluid, I breathed a sign of relief. I am not going to lose you I thought before I moved my eyes to a pair of green ones.
Green eyes licked across my neck and hovered over my chest. " Nurse Lennon?" I asked, here eyes snapped back to my face, her pale skin covered by a deep crimson blush. " Do you want me to help you?" She asked, her slender fingers pointing to the syringe in my hand. The words left my mouth harsher than I had anticipated. " No"
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