Crash Chapter 13

"Crush"

A/N: Okay, so I'm going to get this out of the way right here and now. Last chapter Colin Creevey called me out on something that I was actually hoping someone would. I said that using type O blood, which is a universal type, could be risky. Well, I lied. In reality, Randy would probably be pumped full of O blood, but I wrote what I wrote, as always, for the sake of the story. Hey, at least I have a reason for my lies :)

-For now, yours truly, Randy Taylor

Jill's POV

The doctors are in the middle of doing Randy's blood transfusion right now. They used Wilson's blood, and were able to find a nurse who had AB negative blood. I guess Randy really did lose a lot of blood. I shouldn't be too surprised since I was right in the middle of the huge pool of his blood at home, but I guess none of that registered.

Only when I think of this do I think to look down at my self. I have so much of Randy's blood on me, it looks like I need a transfusion too. I guess that might explain some of the strange looks I've been getting.

I'd like to know what happened to Randy. He probably just lost his balance or something. This type of thing is exactly why I was so adamant about Randy not going home to his apartment immediately after the surgery. If he'd been at his apartment, he could've bled out, and no one would've known for a couple of days probably.

'Hi Mrs. Taylor, I'm Dr. Maura Lockhart. We're almost finished transfusing your son, and so far, it's been a success. We've also irrigated and stitched up the cuts your son received. It'll be a while before Randy regains consciousness, but we'll keep you posted' one of Randy's doctors says.

'Okay, thanks' I say.

When Tim gets back from the bathroom about ten minutes later, I tell him I'm going to go get a cup of coffee. I return a few minutes later, and sit down again. I've only been sitting for a few minutes when a voice comes over the PA.

'All available nurses and doctors report to trauma room 2 stat' the voice says.

'Oh my God! Tim, that's where Randy is!' I shout. We jump up from the plastic chairs we've been sitting in, and go running off in the direction of the trauma room.

When we get there, we see the room filled with doctors and nurses, all running around grabbing things out of drawers and other rooms, and we see even more doctors and nurses running towards the room.

'What's going on?' I shout over the chaos.

'Your son has a hemothorax' explains a passing nurse.

'It means he has blood in his chest cavity' the nurse says.

'Is it serious?' Tim asks.

'Yes, but treatable. We'll have to do a procedure called a tube thoracostomy to drain the blood out. If we can we'll remove the source of the bleeding; if not, we'll have to perform surgery to close off the bleeding' the nurse says.

The chest tube must not have worked, because after a few minutes, the doctors are readying Randy's bed to be moved.

'What's going on?' I ask for the second time in only a few minutes.

'It turns out your son actually has a hemopneumothorax, which means he has both blood and air in his chest cavity. If we don't get the source of the blood and air cut off, his lungs could collapse' a doctor explains.

'He's tachy at 110. Get him back to the trauma room' someone announces while waiting for the elevator.

A/N: Yeah, it's a little short, but I'm starting to run out of ideas for this story as well. (But don't worry, I have more stories planned!)

Sorry about using all the medical terminology in this chapter, but I just can't seem to stay away from the medical genre when it comes to fan fiction. If you do have any questions about some of the words or conditions, just ask.

Please R&R.

Thanks for reading.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor