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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 14, 2009 19:29:21 GMT -7
Angel watched as Wilson turned off the lights and was content that Sierra was falling asleep. When Wilson squeezed her hand, she squeezed back before resting her head on his shoulder. "She looks so peacefully." She whispered, not wanting to risk waking the poor thing up. Hearing Sierra start coughing, she approached quietly, and realized suddenly and to her horror Sierra had started choking. "Oh god, James she's choking!" She said in a panicked voice. Turning on the light quickly, she rushed over to Sierra's bedside and pushed it down. "I need an intubation tube, now!"
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Post by Dr. James Wilson. on Apr 14, 2009 19:35:47 GMT -7
Wilson smiled faintly as Angel rested her head on his shoulder. He had brought his hand upto her head and had patted it gently with his free hand. "Yeah, she does." he mumbled when Angel stated that Sierra looked so peaceful. Just moments ago the blonde fifteen year old hadn't looked so peaceful, in fact she had looked rather disturbed, but right now he could see the full extent of her beauty and it made him smile to see her finally at peace - if only for a couple of hours at the very least. When Sierra started coughing Wilson blinked, but then she started choking and he let go of Angel's hand, rushing over to the door and pulling it open. He ran down the hallway to the medial closet and grabbed the intubation tubes, a handful of them, he was in a rush. Closing Sierra's door behind him, Wilson hand the tube to Angel and pushed down lightly on Sierra's chest.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 14, 2009 19:36:14 GMT -7
Choking in her sleep was not something that she had done before and since she wasn't aware that she was doing it, Sierra did not stir. Although she did feel the sudden whoosh of a light breeze in her hair when her bed was pushed down so that she was laying flat on it, the bedsheets scrunched up around her. Her chest was rising and falling quicker than before now and she continued to choke, the edges of her pale face turning blue, then purple.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 14, 2009 19:41:51 GMT -7
Taking the tube that Wilson provided her, she began intubating the young blond. "What could she be choking on?" She inquired, puzzled. The only thing she could be choking on could be her tongue, but what would have caused that? "Easy Sierra, just relax." She soothed, setting the intubation tube completely. She watched, hoping that this would help.
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Post by Dr. James Wilson. on Apr 14, 2009 19:48:05 GMT -7
Wilson flittered around feeling rather useless at the moment. He just wanted the best for Sierra and right now that wasn't happening; she was choking and he didn't know what she was choking on. She had had nothing in her mouth when she had fallen asleep, nothing except the bedsheet, but surely... the fibres, micro fibres, tiny little buggers. Nah, that was just a little silly. Wilson shook his head in protest at his own thoughts and continued to flitter about. He pulled her medical journal from the small basket at the end of her bed and flipped it open.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 14, 2009 19:48:44 GMT -7
Sierra felt as though she was floating. There was bright lights and something lodged itself in her throat. In the distance she could hear familiar voices but they sounded too far away to be real. Judging from the very white walls of this place she was in, it was not a place she should be. In a panicked state, Sierra's hand fumbled with the bedsheets, her whole body shook and she started to choke even more, her breathing becoming increasingly more difficult.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 14, 2009 20:01:26 GMT -7
Angel silently cursed herself when she realized that she hadn't injected the muscle relaxant before she had intubated. "James, we forgot the muscle relaxant." She muttered, moving the bed so that Sierra sat up again. Until she got the muscle relaxant injected into Sierra, it was best to keep her upright until then. "Can you go grab one for me?" She pleaded. She was worried about the fact that Sierra was turning slightly purple. "Sierra, please, lay still, I need you to lay still." She murmured, hoping that the girl could hear her.
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Post by Dr. James Wilson. on Apr 14, 2009 20:12:58 GMT -7
Flittering and flittering some more, Wilson only stopped when he saw the color that Sierra was turning. "That's not good." he muttered to himself about the blonde's color while coming closer to the bed. That wasn't good at all. This could cause a serious problem if it wasn't corrected in time. Sierra was suddenly sat back up and Wilson blinked the nodded and ran off again. He needed to find the muscle relaxant otherwise Sierra could choke on the tube and it could go all wrong from there. Retracing his steps double time, Wilson grabbed the muscle relaxant and came back. Taking the top off he injected Sierra with the muscle relaxant and then stepped back.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 14, 2009 20:13:24 GMT -7
Sierra was choking on the tube. She could hardly breath, her lungs felt as though they were on fire and she had no idea what was going on. Laying perfectly still, the fifteen year old began to feel oddly comfortable when something was injected into her. All her muscles seemed to relax, yet she still continued to choke. Whatever it was it wasn't a very nice feeling and she wished that it would end. Sierra opened her eyes for a moment but they closed automatically when her pulse plummeted down.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 14, 2009 20:24:34 GMT -7
Muttering a soft thank you to the Goddess, Angel relaxed a little once Wilson injected the muscle relaxant. She was about to move away when she noticed Sierra's pulse was dropping. "My god, James what is wrong with this girl?" She said, panic lacing her voice. "I'm going to remove the tube, but you're going to need to get the crash cart and some epinephrine." She ordered. She hoped Wilson didn't mind the fact that she had somewhat commandeered his patient during this little crisis.
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Post by Dr. James Wilson. on Apr 14, 2009 20:30:53 GMT -7
Placing the needle on the table and covering it in some of the blue tissue that was in the dispenser within arms reach, Wilson was just about to fix up the bedsheets again when Angel's voice spoke out. So panicky, so full of worry. It startled him. With a quick glance to the heart monitor, Wilson's eyes widened and he wasted not a single moment of time before rushing off for the crash cart and the epinephrine. "Holy shizznickles, I need that." He pointed at the crash cart an intern was handling. Without waiting for an answer, Wilson stole the cart, grabbed some epinephrine on his way back to Sierra's room and prepped the machine, ready for it's work.
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 14, 2009 20:32:25 GMT -7
It was funny how, before she arrived at the hospital, there wasn't anyone to look after her because her parents were always so busy and they never really wanted her in the first place. Sure, they had wanted Paris, but Sierra was meant to be a boy; like they often told her, not once caring if that hurt her feelings. Yet, right now, in this very hospital she had more than one person looking after her and they weren't even related to her, and they were doing more than looking after her. They actually cared about her, about her well-being and she was greatful... just not right now. Her pulse had dropped dangerously, you could hardly see her chest rising and falling.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 14, 2009 20:41:10 GMT -7
Angel worried her lower lip as she waited for Wilson to get back with the cart and epinephrine. Taking the syringe from Wilson, she uncapped it and moved Sierra's gown down enough that she had clear access to the heart. Quickly grabbing a swab, Angel sterilized the location. Praying that this would do the trick, she plunged the syringe directly above the heart, and let the epinephrine do it's job. "I hope we don't have to use the pads." She said to Wilson, looking up at him with worried eyes.
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Post by Dr. James Wilson. on Apr 14, 2009 20:50:56 GMT -7
Wilson hoped that whatever situation that Sierra had ended up in, it wouldn't require the use of the crash carts. She looked so tiny, so delicate that he was afraid the pads might cause her more serious damage or even break her and he didn't want that to happen. He just hoped and prayed that the epinephrine would do the trick and that Sierra would be back in the land of the breathing in a matter of seconds. No matter what happened, he vowed to fight for her until the end. "I hope this works, I fear the pads may break her if we use them; she's so tiny for her age."
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Post by Sierra Rodriguez on Apr 14, 2009 20:51:33 GMT -7
It was clear in her head that the only real love she was going to get was from the two people, currenly occupying her room. They seemed to be the only two real people who actually cared for her and her condition mattered to them. Maybe this was because they understood her illness properly, or maybe it was something else, all she knew was that she could trust both of them. Even Wilson and goodness knows how long it took for Sierra to trust a guy. When the syringe was pushed into her chest, Sierra gasped she felt the liquid run through her blood and her pulse began to rise slowly, her chest rising and falling slowly, gradually getting faster until her she was aware.
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