Disclaimer: Don't own Glee….Just my oc….And my story….Thanks for reading and let me know what you think…Thanks jenn
Inside the trauma room….
It is a flurry of activity, vitals being taken, clothing being removed for x-rays, an oxygen mask is administered to help his breathing.
The pure oxygen seems to help and he is no longer taking shallow gasps of air. It still isn't quite normal but it is improving a little bit with each breath.
The bruises, old and new are visible once the clothing is removed from his upper body. The nurse is shocked at how his torso is almost covered in them. She asks the doctor to take a look and he cant believe what he is seeing, he tells her to start taking pictures for the police and Social Services.
A Polaroid camera is brought out by the nurse and she begins to take pictures of the bruises and the tear in Noah's lip. The pictures paint an ugly portrait of someone attacked repeatedly and severely.
Once the pictures are taken, the doctor starts caring for Noah's lip as he waits on the portable x-ray machine.
"What kind of hell has this kid gone through?" the doctor asks through a clenched jaw. "I would expect these type of injuries from a gang banger, not a high school jock", the doctor says more to himself than anyone else in the room.
He starts stitching the inside of the split, four dissolvable stitches. The outside of the tear he uses three small stitches with black thread that will have to be removed by his own physician.
He places the oxygen mask back in place as he notices the young man is having difficulty breathing again.
The portable x-ray machine arrives and the real horror is about to begin.
The doctor tells the tech he wants full chest and back x-rays. He wants them ASAP. He knows from experience that the results are not going to be good.
The first films are ready in just a couple of minutes. Noah has four cracked ribs and several deep bone bruises. The doctor shakes his head at the pictures in front of him. Abuse cases are the worst, no matter what the age.
The nurse calls him back to the room, Noah is starting to fight the tech trying to finish her x-rays. A couple of nurses grab him trying to hold him down so that he doesn't hurt himself. He screams at them he just wants to be left alone, to stop touching him, to stop hurting him.
He see the fear and pain in Noah's eyes. He tells the nurse to give him Demerol for the pain and Valium to help calm him down. He tells Noah that no one is trying to hurt him, that they are there to help him.
Noah continues to fight until the drugs slowly kick in and Noah loses consciousness again. The doctor notes that Noah is having a severe panic attack.
The doctor tries to chart the age of the bruises. They range to today, to month ago or longer.
He notes on the chart that the medical condition does warrant the symptoms of a panic attack. He makes notes about Noah reaction to being touched and the words he screamed at the nurses. He knows there is more to this horrific story than just being beaten.
He needs more information and heads out to talk to the court appointed guardian.
"Mr. Watson?", the doctor asks the only adult in the waiting room.
"Yes, I'm Tom Watson. How is Noah doing?"
Scarlet Glasses by Mark Salling
The thunder is the stimulant and
So is this disease
You got your scarlet glasses on
Take them off and maybe you'll see
You're living wrong