So what does a day off from work mean? Another chapter! FF has been giving me some problems I apologize if this caused your alerts to go crazy
Disclaimer: Man you have no idea how much I wished I owned psych then a certain Head detective would be shirtless for most of the show (yummy!)
Note: We will finally get to know what is happening to Shawn and what is a certain crazy chick is planning.
"Ok Shawn we are here."
They hadn't been walking long but somehow they had made it across town to the police station and Shawn was officially creeped out.
"How- how did we make it thirty miles in (Shawn checked his watch) five minutes? And I thought you said that we were going to visit me and I am pretty sure I am at the hospital."
Doris smiled again and Shawn couldn't help but noticed every time this woman smiled at him he felt well warm, like seriously he could feel his temp rise. Shawn shook off the feeling when she began to explain.
"Shawn we are going to go visit you in the hospital but we had to make this stop first so that you could see something."
"What am I supposed to see?"
Doris smiled at Shawn (he felt warm again) grabbed his hand and they headed up the stairs.
Once they got inside the precinct Shawn noticed something was off in the department. Sure there was still the hustle and bustle of the police station- hookers being led to lock up, reports being typed, statements being taking, and the always constant ringing of phones but something was off.
Shawn was going to investigate further but stopped when he saw Buzz McNab entering the station. Every officer and quite a few of the regular arrestees stopped and looked at him, expecting something.
"Sorry guys, he is still in surgery but I promised Officer White that I would come in and relieve him since he came in while I went to the hospital."
Everyone that had stopped reluctantly got back to tasks even less motivated that before. Shawn noticed this and realized who Buzz was talking about.
"Oh my god, they are in this funk because of me?"
"Yes Shawn, you see they care about you."
"Then why on Earth were so many of them agreeing with Lassiter when he said I was a glory hound and would intentionally endanger Paisley because of that reason?"
"Shawn you need to understand that you weren't the only one under stress when it came to this case and when people are under stress they don't think clearly."
Shawn thought about this for a second but he still wasn't convinced that these people truly didn't believe that he was some kind of glory hound, sure he liked attention but not so much as to endanger people's lives.
"Shawn I know it's tough but you need to realize that everyone here (she waved around the station) loves and cares for you they will never think that. And yes Shawn I don't mind if you take a look around this station.
Shawn forgot that Doris could hear what he was thinking and almost jumped when she said this. He then nodded and starting snooping around. Doris walked over to a nearby bench, sat down, and watched her charge. Come on Shawn look closely….you will see what you mean to them.
Shawn started a slow stroll throughout the department.
Lassie's desk is a mess- he never, ever leaves his desk like this. He noted the case file that was open was Paisley's case. He quickly looked at the page that it was opened too and smiled. Thank God they got her with no problems.
He noticed that Juliet's desk was also in the same disarray as her partner's as he made his way to the Chief's office. When he walked through the door Shawn gasped the place was an utter disaster- there were files opened and forgotten on her desk, a cup a coffee was knocked over the cup broken and an ugly brown stain was setting in on the carpet, and one of her potted plants next to the door was knocked over the dirt spilling out. The Chief is going to freak!
Shawn took in the sight before and figured out something important there was one set of footprints in the dirt and they were the Chief's heading out the door. It then dawned on him the Chief knocked this stuff over because she was in a hurry to get somewhere. An extreme hurry.
Shawn decided that it was time to make his way to the hospital and as quickly as he had the thought Doris was standing next to him.
"Ok Shawn let's go."
As they made their way out Buzz McNab was on a very important phone call. His brow was furrowed and he looked more worried as the person on the other end continued. Shawn stopped Doris to pay attention to the officer. McNab mumbled a quick thank you to the person on the other end and then made his way to the bullpen with a determined look.
"Everyone! Can I have you attention please? That was the Chief and she had news about Shawn Spencer!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing so quickly that one officer forgot he was pouring a cup of coffee until it was overflowing and burned his hand.
"Ow! (everyone spun to look at him) Dammit! Sorry, what did she say Buzz?"
Shawn leaned it with the rest of the officers wanting to hear as much as they did. But he didn't get to hear a thing because Doris had pulled him away and out the door.
"What did you do that for?"
Doris didn't answer, she just smiled at Shawn and led him toward the hospital.
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The doctor couldn't believe his eyes at all the people who turned to meet his gaze. "Everyone here is for Shawn Spencer? I didn't know he was a cop."
An older gentleman stood up looking slightly pissed, the doctor noted, and addressed the doctor. "Yes we are all here for Shawn. Are you going to ask us more questions or tell us what is going on with my son?"
The doctor instantly understood the man's demeanor if he was in this man's shoes he would be worried too.
"Ok as you all may know by now Mr. Spencer —"
"His name is Shawn." The doctor made a quick glance at the young woman who said this and smiled. The nurses had warned him about her apparently she had come screaming into the emergency room for the patient and threatened to shoot them if they didn't answer her right away. This Shawn must be more than just friends to her.
"Shawn (he continued) was brought in apparently suffering injuries from motorcycle accident that happened earlier today. When Shawn was brought into the emergency room he was experiencing a grand mal seizure resulting from a head injury. "
"What a grand mal seizure?" The doctor couldn't see who asked the question in but he assumed it was one of the officers in uniform.
"A grand mal seizure is what most people think of when they think of a seizure—there is a loss of consciousness and muscle contractions throughout their body. This was the second one he experienced in the course of ten minutes and we were able to get it under control with a shot of Valium. As we were trying to get Shawn stabilized enough for diagnostic testing he coded."
Everyone in the room gasped, Henry couldn't bring himself to tell what he had seen except to Gus so this was the first everyone else heard of Shawn almost dying.
"He coded for about two minutes but we were able to bring him back with electrical conversion or the paddles. We then came to the conclusion that Shawn could not wait for a complete diagnostic we rushed him into emergency surgery. While in surgery we were able to debride the wound on his right leg and stop the bleeding. While we were doing the debridement neurology came in and started to try and pinpoint the cause of the seizures. "
"How were they able to do that doctor? You said you couldn't wait for diagnostic testin?" Shawn's father asked the question this time.
"We did a procedure that is commonly known as birdholes."
The doctor heard a single gasp this time and Shawn's father turned toward the man.
"What Gus?"
"Mr. Spencer th-they drilled holes in his skull trying to find a brain bleed."
It was then everyone else's turn to gasp and then they turned their attention back to the doctor.
"Yes sir you are right. We drilled birdholes and were able to find the bleed fairly quickly and from there we placed a drain to reduce the pressure on his brain we are certain that he drain can be removed in the next day or two without further complications. But what has us worried is the fact that he had two significant seizures before arriving to the hospital and another on the table before we were able to locate the bleed. We did an EEG and discovered that he has several micro seizures before the paramedics got to him."
"What does that mean doctor?"
The doctor didn't even look at who asked the question he was dreading what was coming next.
"It means we have to keep him in a drug induced coma to try and give his brain a break. He is on a ventilator to keep him breathing, a cardiac monitor because his heart rate is dangerously high and we are having trouble keeping it under control. His leg is badly infected also and we have him on strong antibiotics called tetracycline to try and keep it under control since he is allergic to clindamycin, which is our drug of choice in these types of infections, but it is not working as well as we hope and sepsis is a very real fear right now. Right now I give Shawn 70/30 against. I wish there was more I could tell you. I'm sorry."
The doctor look up and his eyes were met with a vary of emotions-many of the officers were silent but looked like they could break at any moment, the young woman who had corrected him earlier was sobbing so hard she was being held up by a tall gentleman who looked extremely out of place, the gentleman who knew what birdholes were looked like a light breeze could knock him over, and his patient's father looked well looked pissed off.
The doctor was not surprised when he was the first to speak.
"Can we go see him?"
"One at time and you will have to wash from fingertips to elbows, put on a gown and gloves, and you need to keep it under fifteen minutes."
The man before him turned a brilliant shade of red and the doctor thought he was going to have a cardiac patient to take care of. Instead the man began walking up the hallway and the doctor jogged to keep up with the man.
"Thank you doctor…"
"Malone, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier Mr. Spencer."
"I understand if I was mobbed by that many people, with guns no less, then I would forget niceties also. Call me Henry by the way I have a feeling we are going to see a lot of each other."
When they arrived in front of Shawn's room the doctor explained the gowning up procedure and emphasized that these precautions were to protect Shawn from further infection. Henry just grumbled his assent and began washing up.
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Mallory Montgomery was in the pharmacy trying unsuccessfully to log onto the computer system.
"Can I help you?"
Mallory spun around and saw an older gentleman wearing an old lab coat that said Dr. Sanchez, Pharmacist.
Mallory smiled as warmly as she could and put on her best southern accent.
"Why yes, sugar, I am new here and I was sent to pick up an order for one of my patients but I am having trouble getting on the confangled thing."
Doctor Sanchez bought her story and smiled.
"Sure thing I hate this new system too it was so much easier when we had locks and keys."
He logged onto the computer for her.
"Here you go make sure you log off when you are done."
"Thank you hon, you are a God send."
She quickly looked up Shawn Spencer's record and the first thing that popped up was
Attention: Patient Allergic to clindamycin
Reaction to drug: Anaphylaxis- do NOT give under any circumstance
Perfect.
There you have it Chapter 4 so what did you think. Reviews people I thrive on them.
A/N: I know the last part wouldn't happen but hey it's a story of fiction.