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A new town, new job, new apartment, new life.
She had moved to this town and then found an apartment, her furniture would be her soon, so she had the apartment painted.
The hotel she was staying at was near the Hospital and things seemed to be going well.
The last few nights had been restless, dreams, fantasies had her confused and feeling vulnerable.
Vulnerability was not something she dealt with well as she had always been a take charge kind of person.
Her pager had went off shortly after she had awakened from the last dream, another drug deal gone bad was her first thought.
Arriving at the ER she found the place in turmoil, screaming, police and medical personnel shouting.
Quickly she put her things away and check in, but when she found that there was only one patient, anger overtook her .
Two doctors were here at al times, why couldn’t they handle the situation?
Turning the corner she found the answer to her questions.
One of the two doctors was treating the other, and quite a few of the staff.
What the Hell had happened here?
She decided to find the source of all the problems, all she had to do was follow the turmoil.
There he was, partially strapped down, bleeding badly.
He had been given morphine, but it had no effect, and he had injured many people in his efforts to break free.
She quickly accessed the situation, six shots to the chest, a lost cause, just help to ease the pain,
It was impossible to comprehend how this severely injured man had caused so much damage, he should be comatose.
First things first, check the pulse, are the pupils responsive.
Grabbing her penlight she walked up beside him, laying her hand on his fore head she told him to relax, that she was there to save him.
Immediately he responded, calming, he opened his eyes.
Shining the light into his eyes it hit her, remember the eyes.
A flood of emotions overtook her, this was him, the man who had haunted her dreams.
“He’s flat lining,” somebody yelled.
She had not come this far only to loose him.
“You are not going to die on me, not now, not ever,” she yelled at him as she began to feel the tears welling up inside her.
1/13/2006 2:27 pm
you write so well
1/13/2006 5:01 pm
Thank you, actually this is an exercise for me to get back into writing. I haven't writen anything for almost 20 years, until now.|