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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 06:25 am (UTC)(link)“Help! HELP! He’s bleeding to death! HELP!!”
“I’ll see to her!”, Julie snapped and Arcade jumped onto his feet, gathering his bag up as he did so.
And when he heard someone scream: “So much blood!”, he broke into a run.
A farm woman was kneeling on the ground close to the gate, and Arcade’s heart sank when he saw the blood pooling under the body of the man whose head was resting in her lap.
The woman slowly let go of him and stood up as Arcade fell to the ground beside Vincent, but even without a glance at her blood-soaked skirt Arcade knew that there was little hope.
“CARDIAC ARREST!”, He screamed in the direction of the fort as he had checked Vincent’s pulse and found none. “FATAL BLOOD LOSS!”
Vincent was dead. Arcade felt his throat constrict as he set to work like a madman, he applied a pressure bandage on the bullet wound on Vincent’s left thigh and started cardiac massage.
“Come on you... Legion bastard”, he all but sobbed as he tried to get Vincent’s heart to beat again. “Tara will have my hide if you die under my hands!”
His alarm call had not gone unnoticed, however. Three nurses and Julie came now running, the former with blood bottles and the latter with a defibrillator.
“Responding?”, Julie gasped as she knelt beside Arcade.
“No”, Arcade rasped. “Nothing.” He kept pumping, though, as if he could force Vincent to live again by sheer force of will.
The senior nurse had by now deftly laid a venous access and attached the first bottle of blood.
The other two were starting ventilation.
Julie looked up and checked the process of the blood bottle. “Keep going, ventilation every ten.”
Arcade stopped his futile attempts and leaned back with a sob. “He can’t die, Julie. What are we going to tell Tara if he dies?”
“This fight isn’t lost yet!”, Julie snapped and positioned the defibrillator.
“Here”, Arcade said, after furiously shaking his head. “Let me, you shouldn’t be doing this.”
He and Julie switched places, and Arcade activated the defibrillator after a warning to the ones around him. Julie took over the cardiac massage, but there was still no heartbeat.
“Again!”, Julie gasped. She leaned back, and Arcade gave it another try.
Around them a crowd of people began to gather, worriedly staring down at the medics who were fighting for Vincent’s life, and in their midst, disregarded by everyone, stood a young woman in a blood-soaked skirt. She kept staring at Vincent with a white and expressionless face, kneading her hands and breathing hard.
“Responding!” Julie had her fingers pressed against Vincent’s jugular vein. “We’ve got him back!”
Arcade dropped the defibrillator with almost a sob. “Thank goodness”, he whispered.
“A stretcher”, Julie now yelled at the crowd. “NOW!”
After ferrying Vincent into one of the two newly built intensive care rooms Arcade and Julie kept on stabilising him, twice his heart stopped beating again but twice they managed to get him back. When he was finally stable and connected to the life support machine Julie and Arcade looked at each other, dishevelled and drenched in sweat, and fell into each other’s arms. Even if the battle was not over, they had at least won the first fight.
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Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 07:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 13c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-10-20 11:02 am (UTC)(link)*develops nail-biting habit*
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