Here's chapter 8 people, this one is a little more serious and perhaps a tad educational, all medical terminology is 100 percent correct as far as I know! Hope you enjoy reading! Please let me know if you can!

Chapter 8

David was rushed to hospital, the paramedics had to keep working on him in the back of the ambulance, Carol sat hugging herself as the vehicle did twists and turns round every corner, the driver must have been doing at least 120mph.

She looked on as the paramedic shocked David for a second time during their journey.

Fear rose inside her, she couldn't believe what was happening.

It soon dawned on her that David, her David could well be a gonna here, things were not looking good at all, a machine kept making a horrible beeping noise, she could hear David now gasping for breath.

"Oh thank god" she cried diving forwards to grab his hand, almost knocking the paramedic over in the process.

"Please madam stay seated" asked the tanned man in the green uniform calmly.

They soon reached the hospital and Carol could do nothing but stand alone and watch as David was rushed into resus.

Soon a friendly looking nurse escorted her to the relatives room "would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" She asked with a caring smile.

Carol shook her head "a large brandy might help" she replied as she began to sob.

The nurse sat beside her "the doctors are doing everything they can" she assured her.

Of course Carol had heard this particular phrase a hundred times over the years, she had often wondered if there was a part of medical school where learning how to say those words convincingly was ever taught, if it was then it certainly needed more work.

She managed to raise a smile for the nurse and asked if she could be left alone, the nurse obliged and informed her that a doctor would be along soon.

Carol got to her feet and walked over to the far wall where there a rack full of informal leaflets and magazines, there was one leaflet that instantly caught her eye, she reached forward and picked it up, taking it back to the sofa.

'Double mastectomy'

The words were printed in bold lettering on the front, she had recently made the decision to eventually go ahead with this procedure, her daughter Sonia too had also been considering the procedure as a preventive measure as she had been tested and was found to be carrying the BRCA1 gene.

This faulty gene left her at a higher risk of developing breast and ovarian cancer in the future.

Of course Carol felt this was all her fault, she felt she has messed up her daughters life, even though Sonia didn't seem to bothered about having the gene, Carol knew deep down inside the girl was terrified.

She let out a sigh and opened the leaflet 'an alternative procedure that patients can choose is a wide local excision, also known as a lumpectomy, an operation in which a small volume of breast tissue containing the tumour and a surrounding margin of healthy tissue is removed to conserve the breast'

Carol read this aloud to herself, this particular option had been ruled out by her consultant, she was sure the reason for this had been explained to her but her memory was patchy, she was so worried about David, the image of him lay in the middle of the road, pale, bleeding, lifeless flashed into her mind, she shook her head and covered her eyes in an attempt to block this terrifying image from her brain.

Five strong coffees and one hour later along with countless bouts of pacing between the relatives room and the corridors a doctor came to talk to Carol.

"Mrs Jackson, I'm doctor bones" informed a tall handsome gent.

'What a name for a doctor' thought Carol.

"Actually its miss" said Carol smiling politly and taking a seat studying the man, she could feel herself trembling.

The doctor smiled and took a seat beside her "Miss Jackson, your a relative of Mr Wicks are you?" He asked.

"He's my fiance, we are getting married soon" she grinned almost forgetting where she was.

The doctor nodded, his face gave away no clues as what was about to be said "Mr Wicks is being prepared for theatre, he has a depressed skull fracture on the left hand side, this means that a portion of the skull is extending into the brain cavity"

Carol pulled a face, this sounded serious "he needs brain surgery?" She uttered trying desperately to hold herself together.

"Miss Jackson I can assure you the outcome for this type of surgery is generally very good" he spoke in a low reassuring tone "you may see him for a few minutes now"

He led Carol down a long winding corridor to the intensive care unit "your fiance also suffered a hemothorax, we have performed a tube thoracostoy"

Carol shot the doctor a confused look "a what?" She questioned

"It means we have removed the problem fluid from his chest" said the doctor holding the door open for her before continuing "further more he has sustained 3 rib fractures along with a dislocated knee, which we have put back in place"

Carol was struggling to take all this in.

"He's due in theatre in five minutes, he may be a little disorientated but please try not to let that get to you, he's on some very strong medication"

Carol gave a half hearted smile before walking to Davids bedside, a breathing mask lay firmly over his nose and mouth, tubes appeared to be coming out of every known vain, wires were attached to monitors "oh David" she whispered taking his hand.

He let out a groan and moved his head.

"David can you hear me? I'm here, I'm here" she sobbed, this was to much, the tears welled in her eyes.

"Miss Jackson, its time" came a voice from the doorway.

She kissed Davids hand and allowed a team of medical staff to wheel him out of the room, she sat down placing her head in her hands and let everything go, she couldn't get her head around the days events.

Soon Sonia raced in "Mum" she stuttered flinging her arms around her distraught mother "I can't believe it, what happened?" She questioned.

Carol composed herself and explained what had occurred in the last few hours, the few hours that had felt like an eternity "he wasn't breathing when the ambulance arrived, they had to keep working on him" here came the tears again.

"His skulls fractured they are operating now" she managed to get the words out just before breaking down in floods of tears again.

THREE DAYS LATER...

David was in better shape, the operation had been a success and he was sat up in bed, Carol by his side, he was still in a considerable amount of pain but he hid it well.

He noticed Carol was very quiet, "what's the matter sweetheart?" He asked "I'll be out of here in a few days" he said with a smile.

over the last few days, Carol had been alone, she had been thinking, thinking to much, she looked at Davids bruised face, the staples in his head, and that winning smile that always made her melt, but she didn't speak, she just held her eyes on his.

"You know I think I should rent a bed in here" he chuckled tucking into a sandwich "twice this week iv been in here" he continued speaking with his mouth full as always.

"You almost died David" stuttered Carol trying to keep the images of his motionless body entering her mind

"Yeah dead for a whole two minutes" laughed David clearly not grasping the severity of the situation.

Carol narrowed her eyes "David, when you were coming round from the anaesthetic, you asked for Nikkie, you said touch me Nikkie"

David finished eating and laughed "people say all sorts when they come round from an operation Carol you know that" he replied nervously.

"David I'm not stupid so don't treat me like I am, if you don't tell me the truth right now the wedding is off! And you can fuck off back to where you came from!" She yelled.

David was taken aback by her sudden outburst, he then figured maybe honesty was the best policy, or at least a half truth might get him off the hook.

"Carol, ok, months ago, you kept turning me down, Nikkie was there and she tried to kiss me, but I pulled away" he started "our lips connected for about two seconds I swear"

Carol shook her head in disgust "just can't help yourself can you!" She wailed.

"It meant nothing, if anything it made me want you more Carol" his voice was pleading, he could feel he was loosing her, this deep dark grave he had foot in was about to pull him down to the core of the earth where he would rot forever.

"Carol I love you"

"You don't love me!" She spat "David you don't even know what love is" hre voice was softening, the awful realisation that David Wicks would never change was suddenly hitting home very fast.

"Carol I never meant to hurt you" he whispered taking her hand.

"No you never meant for me to find out! Its completely different you stupid fucking twat!" She snapped pulling her hand away.

"Stay away from me!" Were her final words to him. She stormed out leaving David alone.

He wanted to run after her but he could hardly move 'sorry seems to be the hardest word' by Elton John belted out of the radio.

David hums along to the music before uttering "too bloody right Elton, too bloody right"

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Cheers for reading people! Hope you liked it and I hope it was educational in some way to, I know this is a bit more serious than the previous chapters but its nice to throw a serious one in now and then.

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