Dislodged Bullet
-2003-
When the gun shot rang out, everyone was surprised. One girl sitting on the ratty old couch screamed out as her friend collapsed on her, a gun wound to her head. The young girl who feel victim to the gun man was still alive, gagging noises coming from her throat and her eyes rolling back into her head. Everyone felt helpless. Though, one called the hospital.
The ambulance came nearly ten minutes later as did the cops. The paramedics said that the young girl did not look to good; the IV did nothing to stabilize her condition. Her friends indentified her as Shayna Rivers, only sixteen in age. Little Shayna Rivers was fading quickly.
When the ambulance arrived at Kingdom Hospital, everyone was shocked at her condition. Her condition was rapidly decreasing and the doctors had little hope for her. Doctor Stegman took control of the surgery to dislodge the bullet from her brain. It was a messy surgery and a long one too. Doctor Hook could do nothing but watch and listen to rumors of "if she survives she would be just like Mona Klingerman." He did nothing until screams of agony could be heard through out the hospital.
Ms. Rivers made it to the hospital.
Doctor Hook sighed and ran a hand through his hair. That poor woman was hysterical, though her only child was in intense surgery with little hope of survival.
"Doctor Hook, can you speak with Ms. Rivers. She's yet to know of her daughter." Doctor Hook looked at the nurse and nodded his head. Even though he never did anything to help with Miss Shayna Rivers, Doctor Hook did know of her condition. Most likely more than Doctor Stegman did. With each step towards the hysterical woman, the thought of telling a mother that her daughter had little chance of survival weighted him down.
"Uh, Ms. Rivers?" The blond woman looked up to the doctor with teary blue eyes. "I am Doctor Hook, a surgeon here at Kingdom Hospital." Doctor Hook paused to see if Ms. Rivers would reply but no reply came, just a nod. "I am not the surgeon who is working on your daughter, but Doctor Stegman is currently in surgery with your daughter. I do however know of her co-"
"How is she?" Ms. Rivers voice was sharp, catching Doctor Hook by surprise.
"Well, she has a gun shot wound to the –"
"Tell me something I don't already know. Is she going to survive? How is her condition, Doctor Hook!" Ms. Rivers's voice was sharp and hard. More tears feel from her eyes.
"Uh…her condition is critical. I'm so sorry but we don't think she is going to make it." Doctor Hook said with a sigh. Ms. Rivers looked down at her hands slightly shaking. She brought her shaking hands to her face and silently cried.
"I am so sorry. We will have a nurse tell you when you can go see your daughter, Ms. Rivers." Doctor Hook said while placing a tissue box off of the main desk and next to Ms. Rivers.
An hour passed and Shayna Rivers was finally in her room. She was still sleeping and had many tubes attached to her. Ms. Rivers was sickened by the sight. What have they done to her?
Shayna Rivers was a beautiful sixteen year old who had more responsibility than any other teen. Her love for her friends was high and because of that love, she was now in a hospital bed clinging to life. Doctor Stegman seemed to get out the bullet, though he told Ms. Rivers that the bullet was lodged deep within the brain. Ms. Rivers remembered his words clearly.
The bullet lodged deeply inside her brain and penetrated the part of the brain that has to do with movement and emotions. Well, your daughters brain is now permanently damaged. I'm sorry, but your daughter is in critical condition. When she is released from the hospital, she will not be able to do any sports or work without help from a walker or a wheel chair. Also, she will have to learn how to speak again. Well, I am sorry Ms. Rivers but to be frank – her brain was so damaged that I doubt she would be able to do anything without assistance. I am so sorry.
Ms. Rivers chuckled. Her first impression of Doctor Stegman was not a good one. He mumbled and raced around everything but the only thing that really mattered to her.
Is she going to push through this? Would Shayna want to live a life being independent on someone else? Would I be able to take care of her?
x.x.-
Paul sat in the window sill watching the mother cry over her daughter. He leaned his back against the wall and bent his knee so his arm could hang loosely over it. His other leg was hanging down loosely off of the window sill.
Paul thought to himself, Do I have the wrong room? Surely all of the disturbance him and Doctor Gottreich was feeling could not have came from a girl clinging onto life with nothing left but a small bit of hope. Paul chuckled and hopped down from the window sill unheard and unseen. He walked through the wall out of the room.
Paul and the doctor were going to have company soon.
