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Post by Des Brink on Apr 1, 2009 18:28:29 GMT -7
Des was awake, nurses were giving him some kind of a drug through his IV. Des didn't know what the drug was and he didn't bother to ask, but he was sure that it would help him out a bit. Des looked at the only other person in the room, his mother. His father was at work and his brothers were at school. Des' mother kissed him on the forehead. "Des, my baby boy, you're going to make it out of this," Mrs. Brink whispered to Des. "I love you mom," Des smiled at his mom. Des was very scared that he wouldn't make it out of this.
Then the nurses walked out of the room. Mrs. Brink pulled out a teddy bear out. She gave it to Des. "This was from grandma and grandpa," Mrs. Brink kissed Des' forehead again. Des looked at the teddy bear. I guess grandma and grandpa heard what happened too Des thought to himself.
(OOC: Short and crappy, sorry)
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 1, 2009 18:40:38 GMT -7
Angel had finally managed to get some time away from her work, so she had inquired from one of the pediatrics nurses where the little boy she had originally admitted was staying. Having quickly stopped by the gift shop, she found a small stuffed bear.
Making her way to the room she had been directed to. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She smiled, knocking on the door. She poked her head in and noted that Des was there with his mother. "Hope you don't mind that I came to visit."
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Post by Des Brink on Apr 1, 2009 19:24:31 GMT -7
"No, you're not really interupting anything," Des smiled at Angel. Mrs. Brink smiled at Angel then looked back at her son. Des figured that Angel knew his name, so he didn't bother to introduce himself. Des looked at the stuffed teddy bear in his arms given to him by his grandparents. He kept it in his arms. A living nightmare to be stuck in the hospital Des thought to himself. Des was tired, but he shook it off. It didn't even look like he was tired.
Des' mother kissed him on the forehead once again. "Ok mom, that's enough smothering me with love," Des' smiled wiped of from before. Des didn't like being smothered, that's why he said that. If mom keeps smothering me with love... Des thought to himself, but he didn't finish his thought.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 1, 2009 19:36:06 GMT -7
Angel smiled as she stepped into the room. "I'm glad to see you're awake Des." She said, moving closer to the table. "When I first met you, you were asleep." She chuckled, then offered the stuffed bear. "I see you already have one but," She paused, noticing the bear he was holding. "This little guy followed me here."
She gave a nod to her mother and hid a small laugh at his comment towards his mother. It was nice to see a protective mother. "Oh, where are my manners. I'm Dr Angel Fraser, head of the cardiology department." Angel said, introducing herself to both Des and his mother. "But you can call me Angel. Doctor sounds so formal."
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Post by Des Brink on Apr 1, 2009 20:09:48 GMT -7
Des hid a small laugh. He smiled again at Angel. "Thanks," Des spoke kindly to Angel. Mrs. Brink smiled toward Angel. Des just looked at the other teddy bear. It was smaller than the one he had gotten from his grandparents, but it was still nice. Des looked at his mother, he hoped his mom wouldn't kiss him again. At least I have another visitor Des thought to himself.
"Oh, nice to meet you Angel. I'm Deborah," Mrs. Brink said in a polite way. Des grew bored at the moment, but didn't want anyone to know for some reason. He was bored and tired at the same time, not a good combination. Bored. Tired. Sick. This really is a nightmare come true Des thought to himself.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 1, 2009 20:14:21 GMT -7
"You're welcome. It's the least I could do." Angel smiled. She turned to Des' mother. "Pleasure to meet you Deborah." She added. "I would have come to visit you sooner, but you wouldn't believe the things that have happened to me within the last little while." She apologized. It was true, between the accident, and various other little things here and there, she had almost forgotten about Des.
"I hope your stay's been ok. I know hospitals aren't exactly four star hotels, but we try to make the patient's stay as good as possible."
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Post by Des Brink on Apr 2, 2009 16:06:57 GMT -7
Des looked at Angel. Des smiled once again. Then his smile faded away. "It's been alright," Des didn't smile. Des wondered about school, even though he hated school, he still wondered about school. Many thoughts were racing through Des' head like crazy. It was queit, Des didn't like being in a qeuit environment, he liked a chaotic environment. Des looked down at his fingers then he looked up. He was really tired, but he didn't want to go to bed.
He blinked, he was trying to keep himself awake. He didn't realize how sick he was, he just wanted to be out of here. Can you get me out of here? Des thought to himself. Des was hungry and now he was thinking about food. I want a hamburger Des thought to himself. Des was sure that he couldn't eat.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 2, 2009 17:17:29 GMT -7
"That's good." Angel smiled. She noticed he wasn't smiling, which made her worry. "Are you sure you're alright? Do I need to get your doctor?" She inquired, a worried look on her face.
"You look tired, maybe I should come back later, while you get some sleep." She suggested. "If there's anything you need, please let me know. How about something to eat? The cafeteria's got pretty good food." She turned to Des' mother. "Do they know what exactly he has?" She inquired, pulling her aside.
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Post by Des Brink on Apr 10, 2009 1:25:30 GMT -7
"No, I have no idea what's wrong with Des," Mrs. Brink said. She looked at her son. Des' head was turned to the side with his eyes closed, he was trying to sleep. "He was throwing up blood, I believe it was the other day," Mrs. Brink said. A tear fell down her right cheek. She loved her son and couldn't believe this was happening to Des. Just like when she found out one of her sons had lung cancer; she wanted to commit suicide, but she didn't.
Des opened his eyes. "Mom," Des called. "What is it honey?" Mrs. Brink said calmly. Mrs. Brink sat on Des' bed right next to him. "My head hurts. It feels like it's going to explode," Des cried. He was crying because of the pain. Mrs. Brink felt her son's forehead. "You're burning up," Mrs. Brink was worried, more now than ever. Just like when she found out one of her sons had lung cancer, she wanted to commit suicide, but she didn't. Mrs. Brink felt the same way as when one of her other sons was diagnosed with lung cancer. There was also something wrong with Des' eyes. His eyes were going crazy. It was like Des' eyes were having a seizure. About a minute later, Des closed his eyes and his heart stopped. Mrs. Brink covered her mouth with her hand. Another tear fell down her face.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 10, 2009 9:27:08 GMT -7
Angel nodded when Mrs Brink told her they weren't sure what Des had. She watched him carefully, and noticed it looked like he was sleeping. She was puzzled by his symptoms, and was hoping that House had at least been a consult on this case.
When Des mentioned his head hurt, Angel moved towards his bed. After his mother felt his head, she did as well. "You are burning up. Let me page the pediatrician on call." She said, moving towards the door. The sound of the flat line stopped her dead. "Nurse! I need a crash cart in here stat!" She called out, rushing back to the bed. "Excuse me Mrs Brink, I'm going to have to ask you to stand over there." She ordered. A nurse rushed in with a crash cart and Angel put the bed down. "Come on kid, you're not dying on my watch." She said, prepping the defibrillator. The nurse helped removed Des' top and got him ready. Taking the pads, she placed them on Des' chest. "Clear!" She called out before pushing the buttons. She prayed silently as she watched over the little boy.
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Post by Des Brink on Apr 10, 2009 12:51:42 GMT -7
As Angel told Mrs. Brink to step to the side, Mrs. Brink did as she was told. Mrs. Brink was watching everything. She looked up and prayed silently. "God, I want my son back. Please," she said silently. Mrs. Brink just looked at her limp son. As the cold pads hit Des' chest and Angel said clear, Des' body jumped. Nothing happened, Des wasn't breathing or moving. "Please god, he's only twelve,"another tear fell down Mrs. Brink's cheek.
Now it was like Des was dreaming, but people were saying 'Come to the light' in his head. The angels wanted Des to go to heaven. Mrs. Brink looked helpless. There was nothing she could do.
(OOC: So short, sorry)
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 10, 2009 15:23:49 GMT -7
Angel mumbled as she looked up at Mrs Brink. She leaned over and whispered to the nurse. "If things should go south, I want you to get her out of here. No mother needs to watch their son die." She said, recharging the pads. "Come on Des, come back to us. You've got so much potential." She whispered to him, putting the pads on his skin again. She wasn't about to loose him, not right now. "Clear!" She shouted, engaging the pads.
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Post by Des Brink on Apr 10, 2009 15:36:18 GMT -7
Des' dream disappeared, or what seemed to be a dream. Mrs. Brink looked at her son once more. Des' body jumped once more. This time Des had a heartbeat. Mrs. Brink was relieved that her son was still alive. Des wasn't conscious though. Well obviously, now they knew something was very wrong. Mrs. Brink wiped the tears away from her face, she didn't smile, she just looked at her son. Now Des it seemed like Des was sleeping, but he wasn't dreaming. He did not wake up yet.
(OOC: Short. Bleh)
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 10, 2009 16:57:12 GMT -7
Angel let out a sigh of relief as she heard his vitals pick up. "Thank the Goddess." She muttered, handing the pads back to the nurse. "I need the pediatrician in here stat!" She called out after the nurse as she wheeled out the crash cart. Looking him over, she removed the penlight she had in her pocket and lifted one of his eyelids. "Des, can you hear me?" She inquired, shining the light at his eye. At least the pupils were responsive. She rushed to the door and shouted out to whomever was out there. "I need an intubation tube!" A nurse rushed up to her, handing her everything she needed. "Thank you. I need to wake this kid up, so get me Flumazenil."
Moving back to the bed, she intubated the poor boy and waited for the nurse to come back with what she needed. "Come on kid, wake up." She whispered in his ear, just as the nurse came in with a syringe. "Let's pray this works." She said, injecting the Flumazenil into his IV drip.
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Post by Des Brink on Apr 10, 2009 17:08:51 GMT -7
Des opened his eyes. He looked at Angel. He looked very tired. Des had no idea of what just happened. It's like his brain erased it from his head. It only felt like Des had fallen asleep. Des then looked at his mother. Mrs. Brink looked back at her son. Des wanted to talked, but he decided not to. He was too tired to talk. What happened? Did I fall asleep? Des thought to himself. At least he thought he had fallen asleep, but he didn't know what really happened to him.
(OOC: Short again, sorry. Oh yeah, what's an intubation tube?)
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