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Post by Dr. Alexandria Cassidy on Jan 25, 2009 14:40:19 GMT -7
After she had watched Dr. Fraser walk completely away, Alex headed back into her office, and came back out a few seconds later carrying a notepad. If this needed to go pass her to that team that Dr. Fraser had told her about. Then she might as well have a few notes to give to the Head of that Department. It was a complete shame that she hadn’t exactly gotten the chance to meet everyone before she had to take on this case. After she had checked with one of the nurses to re-check exactly what room they had admitted him into and smiled to himself when she found that it was the exact room that the doctor had given her earlier.
Before she opened the door to room 243, Alex took a deep breath and walked inside. Once inside, she addressed Des’ mother. “Hello, I’m Dr. Cassidy the person who will be overseeing figuring out what exactly is wrong with your son. However, before I can do that I will need to know whether Des has had any medical problems in the past.” She stated. As she waited for the woman’s answer, Alexandria looked at Des. “I would also like Des, to tell me exactly what his symptoms are.”
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Post by Des Brink on Jan 25, 2009 15:35:51 GMT -7
Mrs. Brink looked at Dr. Cassidy as she walked into the room. "Des hasn't had any medical history," Mrs. Brink looked at her son. Des was asleep, he looked like a perfectly healthy boy. Mrs. Brink just wanted to know what was wrong with her son. A little while later, Mr. Brink came into the room. "I heard Des was sick," Mr. Brink then looked at his son. Mr. and Mrs. Brink were of course very concerned for Des.
Des opened his eyes, he looked to his right and saw his mother and father. Then he looked to the left and saw the pediatrician. He was sure that the pediatrician was trying to find his diagnose. He wasn't sure how sick he was at the moment, he just knew he was sick. He just wanted to be out of the hospital as soon as possible. "How's Devan?" Des asked his mother. "He's doing ok." Des was hooked up to ventilators and had IVs in him. This was something Des did not like at all, but he knew it was necessary.
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Post by Dr. Alexandria Cassidy on Jan 26, 2009 11:51:33 GMT -7
As she heard the woman’s answer, Alexandria was about to say something but before she could say anything. A man, who she believed to be the woman’s husband, entered the boy’s room. “That’s what I’m here to determine, Mr. Brinks.” She replied after hearing his words. It was at that precise moment that Des ended up waking up, before she could ask them about the boy’s brother who was also in the hospital. She ended up looking directly at him, she could already see why Dr. Fraser was interested in knowing what was wrong with him.
She could also tell that he probably didn’t even like being in hospitals all that much. Before saying a word, she sent a small smile in his direction, and headed over to him. “Des, why don’t you tell me what happened? The only thing I know is that Dr. Fraser found you on the floor after you fainted with a weak pulse. Can you tell me anything that happened before that?”
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Post by Des Brink on Jan 26, 2009 12:45:41 GMT -7
Des didn't really know much, but he decided to tell the peditrician what he knew. "Well I was walking to the cafeteria, I felt a strange feeling in my gut, but I continued. I think a minute later I felt dizzy. I don't know what happened after that," at least Des told them something. Des sat up to look at everything more clearly. Des didn't look scared, but he was. He was scared that he wouldn't make it. Mrs. Brink was going to say something, but forgot what she was going to say.
Des coughed several times, but these weren't ordinary coughs. Des coughed up blood. He was not aware of it though. The blood was on his right arm because that's the arm he coughed on. Des looked at his parents then he looked at the peditrician. Des gave a small smile to the three of them.
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Post by Dr. Alexandria Cassidy on Jan 27, 2009 9:43:03 GMT -7
Nausea and dizziness. That narrowed it down somewhat from the diseases that Des might have. Hopefully, he doesn’t have whatever it was that his older brother had. Mainly, because she wasn’t sure that their parents would be able to handle another blow like that. So, she was silently praying that it wasn’t cancer. “Okay...”
She had barely begun to start say something when Des coughed several times but covered his mouth with his right arm. Even though she didn’t think he noticed it, she allowed her eyes to travel to where his right arm now was, and tried to hide the fact that she was inwardly frowning. “I’m going to have to order MRI of your son’s lungs. Also, seeing as though Dr. Wilson isn’t here. I’m going to need to know exactly what type of cancer your other son has.”
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Post by Des Brink on Jan 27, 2009 21:47:28 GMT -7
When the doctor asked what type of cancer Devan had, she knew she had to tell her. "Devan has lung cancer," but before Mrs. Brink could even open her mouth, she was interupted by her husband. Des looked at his parents, he could see that they were really worried for him. Of course they were, Des was their son. Des really had no idea what was going on here anymore. The conversation was just drifting away. It was like there wasn't a conversation at all.
Des looked straight ahead, he didn't know why, he just did. It felt like he had spun around the room a million times. Des leaned over to his left and threw up, but he threw up blood. He threw up more blood. After that Des had a little trouble breathing and staying awake.
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Post by Dr. Alexandria Cassidy on Jan 31, 2009 11:28:41 GMT -7
Alexandria looked at Des. This whole situation in her opinion had gone from okay, to bad, to worse all in a matter of seconds. Especially when the boy had probably just proved her wrong about the blood coming from his lungs. So, that somewhat ruled out lung cancer. Before, she said anything to Des' family, she stepped out of the room, and were followed by several other nurses who started working on Des.
"Well, you can rest assured that I don't think that Des has lung cancer. But, while I am still diagnosising your son, I think it might be best to start him on blood transfusions, which should help with his blood lost as well as something that will hopefully keep him from vomiting up too much blood. Once I get the result from the tests that I'm going to have ordered done, I'll know if I'm right or not." She was also planning to ask the Head of Diagnostics from his advice on this case. It was after she turned back to look at Des, and the nurses when she noticed something strange.
She then turned back to look at Mrs. Brink. "Mrs. Brink, let me make one thing clear. I don't like being lied to. Now, when I asked you if your son had any medical history...you told me no. If I am correct." She then frowned before continuing. "Now, leaves two options. One that you didn't know about that scar on Des chest...or that you decided to keep that information away from me."
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Post by Des Brink on Feb 1, 2009 19:05:52 GMT -7
As Dr. Cassidy said that Des had a scar on his chest, Mrs. Brink remembered why that was there. Mrs. Brink nodded in approval to everything. "Last year, Des was shot in the chest," Mrs. Brink had forgotten her son's injury from last year until this point, it was like it didn't happen. "I pretended the event didn't happen for awhile, but then eventually I forgot that the event even happened." Tears were forming in Mrs. Brink's eyes, but she held them back. Two out of three of her sons were in the hospital.
Mr. Brink stood close to Mrs. Brink and put his hands on her shoulders. "Everything is going to be alright Deborah," Mr. Brink whispered in his wife's ear. Deborah was appearently the name of Des' mother.
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Post by Dr. Alexandria Cassidy on Feb 9, 2009 11:21:19 GMT -7
Alexandria shook her head, as she heard what Mrs. Brink’s answer was, there was a slight chance that Des getting shot was the reasons for the complications that he was having now. Because if the doctor who did the surgery didn’t remove the bullet for some reason then there was a chance that it had recently nicked something, hence the bleeding. Or, he had intestinal bleeding. She was hoping that the tests she ordered would give her those answers.
Well, at least she probably wouldn’t need the Head of Diagnostics after all, but that all rested on the results. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. I know you don’t want to remember. But, do you know if the doctor who performed the operations removed the bullet or not?
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Post by Des Brink on Feb 9, 2009 20:54:37 GMT -7
Mr. Brink let go of his wife and was standing right behind her. Mrs. Brink definately did not to remember the event that happened last year. She knew Des had gone to another hospital when he was shot. Mrs. Brink wasn't really sure if Des was really going to be ok. Mrs. Brink tried to remember Des' surgery. In that time period, the doctor said that Des was going to be fine. Mrs. Brink was trying to remember if the doctor said that he removed the bullet or not. Finally she remembered. "The doctor said that they removed part of the bullet, but they couldn't find the other part of the bullet. They said they couldn't find it," Mrs. Brink told Dr. Cassidy. Mrs. and Mr. Brink hoped that Des would get better soon.
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Post by Dr. Alexandria Cassidy on Feb 11, 2009 9:50:13 GMT -7
There were several different possibilities for when a surgeon said that they could find the other part of a bullet. It either meant that half of the bullet had exited the body leaving the part that they removed. Or, that the bullet was actually lodged somewhere that they couldn’t risk removing it, and something ad caused it to move. Possibly when Des had fainted. She looked at the other nurses who nodded in her direction after they were sure that Des could be moved without further damage. In a way this boy was going to starting to become more trouble than she had hoped he would be. “Put a hold on doing either the MRI or CT scans at the moment.” Alexandria told them as she watched them getting ready to take Des out of the room. “ The test shouldn’t take long, so he should be back soon.”
And, I’m going to have to find a way to do the other tests without risking the chance of that bullet still being lodged somewhere, it shouldn’t be.
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Post by Des Brink on Feb 14, 2009 15:37:32 GMT -7
Mrs. Brink just looked at Des. She was very concerned for him and hoped for the best. Mrs. Brink pulled out a picture of Des and held it to her chest. A tear came down her cheek.Tears formed in Mr. Brink's eyes, but he held them back. He knew he had to be strong for his wife and his boys. Please just let Des be ok. He's only twelve Mr. Brink thought to himself. "He's only twelve, please do the best you can do," Mr. Brink said. He was about to cry, but he didn't. "Please, do the best you can do," Mrs. Brink held the picture even closer to her chest. She was thinking that her son might not make it. She saw memories in her head of Des. Mrs. Brink nodded.
(OOC: Sorry, short)
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