CHAPTER 9- COMPLICATIONS
Sandy had been sitting by Ryan's side for a few hours when he something changed. At first he thought Ryan was getting a little restless and moving around more in sleep in an attempt to get comfortable, but then a shrill alarm sounded causing Sandy to jump from his seat and the nursing personnel to run into the room. What Sandy had thought was just movement was in fact the start of a seizure. It was terrifying watching his son thrash about and being unable to help him.
"Get the Dilantin in him now." A commanding voice spoke above the rest calling for the anti-seizure med. "I also want a temperature and get Neuro in here for a consult we need to double check the cranial pressure. Better get a CT on standby as well." The doctor continued.
Sandy wasn't sure what all that met, but he feared it wasn't good. All he could do for the moment was standby and watch and pray fervently that he would not lose his newest son.
"Temp is back up to 104." A nurse spoke up.
"Geez kid. That's the wrong direction." The doctor muttered even as Ryan's seizure came to a stop.
"Time?" The doc called out wanting a time on the length of the seizure.
"Minute thirty." Another nurse shot back.
The doctor nodded but gave no further comment to clue Sandy in of it that was good or bad.
"I think he's coming around again." The nurse added once more.
"Good. " The doctor replied as he stepped into Ryan's line of site and laid a hand on the sick boys shoulder. "Ryan try and relax. My name is Doctor Spark. You had a seizure but you are going to be okay. Do you hear me?" The doctor had to repeat himself once more but after the second time Ryan managed to mumble out a faint yes.
"Alright kid that's good. Let's try and cut back on the excitement a little though okay. I am gonna run you through a few tests to make sure everything's okay, but hopefully that little patch of excitement was just a result of your temp spiking again. Fraid you have to go back on the cooling blanket though."
"Not like snowman…" Ryan managed to mutter.
"What?" The doc asked confused by the reference.
"He's delirious." One of the nurses commented.
"No he's not." Sandy replied. "He's quoting his brother who called him a snowman earlier when he had the blanket on."
"Oh, good to know." The doctor said nodding at his new found understanding of the reference. "In that case I am afraid you have to just deal with being a snowman. It is definitely better than being an earthquake- you know how we California's hate that."
"Lame man." Ryan managed to mutter in response.
"Yeah well humor wasn't one of my required courses in med school. Stop pulling funny things one tonight and I'll spare you more jokes. Deal?"
"Deal." Ryan muttered as he once more allowed his eyes to drift.
"Good. Don't get to comfortable kiddo I think I see CT techs here to take you downstairs. Will get this test and then you can sleep till the cows come home."
"You promised no jokes." Ryan managed to groan once more. His words still slightly slurred as a left over from the recent seizure.
"That ain't a joke kid. That's a country proverb- huge difference."
"Whatever."
"Whatever yourself. Guys take him out of here and get him cleared than bring him back for some quiet uneventful rest."
"Lord please." Sandy muttered at that.
The techs took the docs word and soon Sandy felt himself watching Ryan being rolled once more out of his line of sight. He had never felt more out of control then this moment and he prayed he would not soon have to feel this way again.