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Spotlight: Sweetheart (Great Flood pt16)
4 years ago
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“Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ "Help me, please!" Sweetheart shouted, as she dashed into the medical facility.
"By the Great Spirit!" a nurse gasped, as she heard Sweetheart's cry and saw her injuries. She hurried to her and upon seeing the gravity of her lacerations and mutilations, the nurse realized that from afar, she had greatly underestimated the damage. The savagery that was the eldest sister's ragged, nearly decapitated arm was a severe wound that was well beyond her ability to diagnose. "DOCTOR!" she called, "CRITICAL! PATIENT BLEED OUT!"
"No, no!" Sweetheart protested, as medical staff pulled her from the water. "Forget about me! My sister! Please, help my sister!" she begged, pushing the infant toward the nurse.
Without hesitation, the nurse accepted the kitten and quickly assessed her condition. "PEDIATRIC RESUSCITATION!" she shouted.
As if by magic, a barrage of doctors and nurses appeared and surrounded the nurse. While the physicians urgently attended the child, an additional triage team worked to secure Sweetheart to a stretcher.
"No!" she cried, struggling against the nurses working to get her onto the bed. "Please, my sister!"
"Miss, we are doing everything we can for your sister, but we need to get you to surgery." a doctor said. "You are losing too much blood. It's a miracle that you are still alive, now, let alone conscious and resisting our help."
Gently, the doctor took her hand in his and gave it a warm squeeze. "Be calm. It's obvious that you both have gone through many hardships, so I know that me asking you to be still is asking a lot. But, even so, you must calm down and let us help you.
"You love your sister very much, but, your love for her is something she will never know, if you lose your life right now. I promise that we will do everything within our power to get your sister back. So, you must trust us, because right now, that is the greatest help you can offer to her."
She looked up at the man who was quietly speaking to her, then over to the team working on her sister. She could not see her sibling through the blockade of medical staff, but when she returned her gaze to the doctor with the quiet voice, she knew that he was right. Deftly, she nodded her head and felt the doctor gently squeeze her hand, once more.
No longer struggling against her diligent benefactors, Sweetheart was quickly lifted onto a stretcher.
"Clear a way to operation room C." the doctor was saying to a nurse.
"Right away, Doctor Tahir." the nurse replied. Obediently, she hurried to carryout her orders, while the doctor continued moving his staff to prep.
"We need to stabilize her and get her to surgery immediately. She will need a transfusion. Obtain her blood type and get two units."
She could hear the doctors speaking, the sounds they made sounding alien to her, as she continued to look in the direction of her sister. She still could not see...or hear her, but as she looked on, her eyelids became heavy. The blood loss was finally pushing passed the adrenaline that had previously fueled her body into motion. She felt weak and tired, but yet, no pain, only a full bodied numbness.
A nurse turned her head away from viewing where her sister was and placed a breathing mask over her face.
"You're going to feel very sleepy." the nurse said, sweetly.
She was already feeling sleepy. She blinked, slowly and stared at the white tiles that made up the ceiling. "Mommy..." she thought, wishing that her mother was with her now. "Daddy..." she thought.
It was then that she remembered her father was already at the hospital. Somewhere within these alabaster walls, her father was here. She was not alone. She was not a solitary victim in this healing home. Her father, the man that picked her up when she cried, that sang to her when she was sad, the man who made all the bad things go away, was here. Somewhere, he was here.
Feeling a twinge of comfort knowing he was here with her, she stopped fighting the tranquil hand of slumber and slipped into a deep, peaceful, sleep. But, had she been able to stay awake just a bit longer, she would have had an additional assurance of her lack of solitude and familial togetherness, for if she had stayed awake just a moment longer, she would have been overjoyed to hear...
...the sound of a baby's cry.
"By the Great Spirit!" a nurse gasped, as she heard Sweetheart's cry and saw her injuries. She hurried to her and upon seeing the gravity of her lacerations and mutilations, the nurse realized that from afar, she had greatly underestimated the damage. The savagery that was the eldest sister's ragged, nearly decapitated arm was a severe wound that was well beyond her ability to diagnose. "DOCTOR!" she called, "CRITICAL! PATIENT BLEED OUT!"
"No, no!" Sweetheart protested, as medical staff pulled her from the water. "Forget about me! My sister! Please, help my sister!" she begged, pushing the infant toward the nurse.
Without hesitation, the nurse accepted the kitten and quickly assessed her condition. "PEDIATRIC RESUSCITATION!" she shouted.
As if by magic, a barrage of doctors and nurses appeared and surrounded the nurse. While the physicians urgently attended the child, an additional triage team worked to secure Sweetheart to a stretcher.
"No!" she cried, struggling against the nurses working to get her onto the bed. "Please, my sister!"
"Miss, we are doing everything we can for your sister, but we need to get you to surgery." a doctor said. "You are losing too much blood. It's a miracle that you are still alive, now, let alone conscious and resisting our help."
Gently, the doctor took her hand in his and gave it a warm squeeze. "Be calm. It's obvious that you both have gone through many hardships, so I know that me asking you to be still is asking a lot. But, even so, you must calm down and let us help you.
"You love your sister very much, but, your love for her is something she will never know, if you lose your life right now. I promise that we will do everything within our power to get your sister back. So, you must trust us, because right now, that is the greatest help you can offer to her."
She looked up at the man who was quietly speaking to her, then over to the team working on her sister. She could not see her sibling through the blockade of medical staff, but when she returned her gaze to the doctor with the quiet voice, she knew that he was right. Deftly, she nodded her head and felt the doctor gently squeeze her hand, once more.
No longer struggling against her diligent benefactors, Sweetheart was quickly lifted onto a stretcher.
"Clear a way to operation room C." the doctor was saying to a nurse.
"Right away, Doctor Tahir." the nurse replied. Obediently, she hurried to carryout her orders, while the doctor continued moving his staff to prep.
"We need to stabilize her and get her to surgery immediately. She will need a transfusion. Obtain her blood type and get two units."
She could hear the doctors speaking, the sounds they made sounding alien to her, as she continued to look in the direction of her sister. She still could not see...or hear her, but as she looked on, her eyelids became heavy. The blood loss was finally pushing passed the adrenaline that had previously fueled her body into motion. She felt weak and tired, but yet, no pain, only a full bodied numbness.
A nurse turned her head away from viewing where her sister was and placed a breathing mask over her face.
"You're going to feel very sleepy." the nurse said, sweetly.
She was already feeling sleepy. She blinked, slowly and stared at the white tiles that made up the ceiling. "Mommy..." she thought, wishing that her mother was with her now. "Daddy..." she thought.
It was then that she remembered her father was already at the hospital. Somewhere within these alabaster walls, her father was here. She was not alone. She was not a solitary victim in this healing home. Her father, the man that picked her up when she cried, that sang to her when she was sad, the man who made all the bad things go away, was here. Somewhere, he was here.
Feeling a twinge of comfort knowing he was here with her, she stopped fighting the tranquil hand of slumber and slipped into a deep, peaceful, sleep. But, had she been able to stay awake just a bit longer, she would have had an additional assurance of her lack of solitude and familial togetherness, for if she had stayed awake just a moment longer, she would have been overjoyed to hear...
...the sound of a baby's cry.
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CaptainSquirrel
~captainsquirrel
Woah. Looks like she was just sleeping the entire time
Well, no, not exactly. She actually drowned, but the medical team were able to get her back. It's a good thing she has a sister that is fiercely devoted to her siblings.
CaptainSquirrel
~captainsquirrel
Gotcha! That makes more sense!
Aw this is wonderful! Well out of all the tragedy, some people made it.
Indeed. The doctors were able to perform a miracle. This marks the turning point for the citizens of Calico.
Major Matt Mason
~marmelmm
