This World #8

Mellos POV:

"come on Matty!" It's getting harder and harder to watch. The longer he stays like this the more frightened I become by the whole thing, and the weaker he gets. I keep a careful eye on the time, there isn't much I can do if the seizure lasts to long and his brain starts dying, but at least I'll be ready for it then.

Slowly the redheads body starts to relax into my grip and I quickly take my chance to scoop him up and carry him quickly into my bedroom, laying him on the bed carefully.

"wait a second okay?" I whisper, looking down into pinprick pupils and wincing slightly.

No doubt Matt thought some ridiculous amount of morphine would do him in painlessly. I don't think he ever thought it would cause seizures like this. Hopefully there's some Naloxone in the stuff he stole, but he wasn't intending to overdose me and probably thought he would never need it.

I grab the huge duffle bag zipped up next to my bed and start unpacking everything, mentally cataloging everything that we have left.

One bag of Iv fluids, more bottles of morphine, a resuscitation kit, about 6 rolls of bandages, Matt's very cleaver sandwich wrap, a good 20seringes, heat packs, burn cream, a stethescope and a scalpel.

All this shit is compleatly useless! Even the fluids he probably needs will do jack all without a way to get them into him, and as luck would have it there isn't a single damn catheter here! I shouldn't be supprised, I'd imagine stealing from hospitles without getting caught is trickier then it sounds.

I'm just about to get the second bag when matty starts making a funny, wheezy, gasping noise and I quickly abandon the supplies to get back to his side.

"shh." I try to sooth, dispite not being the most relaxing person to be tending to a dying boy. "deep breaths..."

I take the gamers hand in my own and give it a little squeeze. He really is dying, and if I do nothing he will be gone very soon. my right hand runs down to his wrist and try to feel for a pulse but there isn't one. It docent supprise me, his blood pressure is probably very low.

There is another shudder and for a moment I think he is about to go into another seizure but instead he just gasps.

Grabbing the stethoscope next to me I quickly pull off his striped shirt and put the cool mettle to his chest. While Matt was treating me he always warmed the end with his hands for a few long moments before putting it to my skin, I wish I had the time to return the favor to him.

The sound alone brings tears to my eyes. He has already inhaled vomit, I can hear it in his lungs, and his heart is very weak and rapid.

"don't do this to me Matty..." I catch myself saying, tears running down my unscarred cheek while the other eye is just flooded from damaged tear ducts.

I grab the second bag off the floor, starting unpacking that onto the bed next to the first. It seems pretty grim at first, most of this stuff I ether can't use or don't know how to use properly and could end up killing him faster then the drugs, soon though things start to look a little more promising.

Along with the breathing tube, AED and a few things I'm not even sure what there meant to do, there's antibiotics, a packet of catheters, alcohol swabs and what I am most thankful for; Naloxone, to reverse the morphine.

I know it's not the only thing Matty has taken, but it's what he has taken the most of, and with this he might have a fighting chance.

Grabbing one of the syringes and the little vial, i stab the top and drawing back the plunger until the whole vial is sucked up into the needle. I don't know if this is enough, but anything is better then nothing.

I put the needle aside and grab a bandage, quickly tying a tight strip around Matt's arm, trying to make teens veins pop out a little more. It's hard to find them when he has such low blood pressure anyway, and it takes two good jabs and a lot of cursing before I get it into a vein and slowly squeeze the medicine into his bloodstream.

"come on! Come on!" I demand, wanting to speed up the process somehow as I pull the needle out and put my thumb over the hole it left.

Once I'm sure the bleeding has stopped I pull off the bandage and tie it around his other arm, leaning over him in the bed rather then getting up and walking around. It's even harder to get the catheter in then it was to find a place for the needle, but as soon as I hit blood I heave a sigh of relief. I need to bring his blood pressure up or he wont make it.

As I'm about to hook up the fluids the body beneath me goes onto another fit. Tears that are already flowing start to run faster while I try to roll him on his side and protect his head.

"god... Matty..." I choke, something in me feels like its breaking with every convulsion. "just hold on..."