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22
Bits and Pieces Chapter Twenty Two
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I might have another fandom for your betaing, lol. InterNutter, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting (Greywolf, two more your way this weekend). J ProPhile: *GLOMP* Morgan: You alive out there? Readers/Reviewers: This chapter isn’t as long as some of the others but it’s important. Really. Promise!
_I know you can hear me… don’t ignore me, God damn it! _
“Jean, I know you can hear me… don’t ignore me, God damn it!”
_That’s not funny, Scott. Be mature, for crying out loud! _
“Jean, baby… Please open your eyes… Please?”
_OW! Get your finger out of my eye! Scott, what’s wrong with you? _
“Damn it…”
_Hey… what’re you doing? That’s not really comfortable… can you move your head so you’re not squishing my breast? Please? _
“Jean, look… I don’t know what’s wrong. No one can tell me what’s wrong but… please. Just wake up. No matter what it is, I’ll be with you. Even if… if..”
_Why are you crying? I’m just sick… It’s probably bronchitis… God, my chest hurts… Bronchitis would explain the fever and how hard it was for me to breathe these past few weeks. I bet they’re going to give me that nasty purple syrup with breakfast… _
“She hasn’t changed…”
“She might not for a while, Mister Summers…”
_Hello? Talk to the patient, Nurse Ratched! _
“So what do I do? Do I just sit here and watch her, watch these machines breathe for her and those damned plastic bags keep her from starving to death?”
_What? _
“Mister Summers, the machine isn’t doing her breathing for her. It’s supplying her with almost pure oxygen to make it easier for her to breathe. We’re going to start weaning her from it soon so her body doesn’t become dependant on the mixture. And the IV bags have saline solution, to keep her hydrated, and antibiotic, to keep the infection at bay. We haven’t tried to introduce nutrition to her yet. Her urinary output is good and this means the hydration is being processed well. We’ll try to feed her in the morning but for now… You’re not supposed to be here, Mister Summers.”
“I’m not leaving!”
“I know… There’s another bed on the other side of that curtain. It’s empty. You can nap over there if you like. Any change and you’ll hear the alarms on the machines.”
_Slow down here… what’s going on with the oxygen? That explains why my nose hurts… Ow… my hands feel stiff… Okay. I have at least one IV line in my hand with two solutions pumping through. Hey! Nurse! Check my insertion site! I think it’s leaking… my skin feels tight. Subdermal fluid build up. Hey! Scott, look at my hand! No, come back here… the bed will be there in a minute. Get the nurse, this hurts… _
“Oh, oops…”
_Oops? Years of nursing school and the best response you can come up with for a poorly inserted IV line is oops? I can do better than that and I’m only just starting! _
“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”
_My hero… _
“Just need to readjust her IV. Her hand’s a little swollen and will be until the fluid dissipates… We’ll keep an eye on her vitals to make sure this won’t affect her heart.”
“What kind of slipshod nursing is this? Who puts an IV in wrong? ”
_EXACTLY! _
“Mister Summers, calm down or I will have you removed.”
“I’m… sorry. I just can’t stand to see her like this. She was fine this morning. Angry, but fine…”
_What’s that noise? Oh, shit… _
“MOVE! CODE BLUE!”
“JEAN! JEAN, NO!”
_Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow! _
“Get back, Mister Summers. Someone get him out of here! Call down to the ER and get Doctor Fogle. He’s on duty!”
_Get that off my face! _
“Clear!”
_FUCK! _
“Nothing.”
“Clear!”
“Stop it! You’re killing her!”
“Get him OUT!”
“CLEAR!”
“Sinus arrhythmia…”
“Hold off…”
_It hurts, God it hurts… _
“We have a rhythm… Slow but there…”
“Get Fogle in here… SHIT! Did you see that?”
“The machine must be broken… No one can have a temperature that high, even for a few seconds…”
“I…”
“Fucking hell… Who faints at a resuss? Someone get her feet…”
“What…ow…”
“Mrs Summers?”
“Grey-Summers…” Jean blinked, her entire body screaming in pain. “What’s going on?”
“My name is Nurse Beakman… We’re taking you down to cardiology…”
“Cold,” Jean sighed. “So.. cold…”
“It’s hot as blazes in here… It’s the infection playing havoc with you. We’ll get you fixed up real soon, Mrs Grey-Summers. Just relax… you’re in good hands…”
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I might have another fandom for your betaing, lol. InterNutter, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting (Greywolf, two more your way this weekend). J ProPhile: *GLOMP* Morgan: You alive out there? Readers/Reviewers: This chapter isn’t as long as some of the others but it’s important. Really. Promise!
_I know you can hear me… don’t ignore me, God damn it! _
“Jean, I know you can hear me… don’t ignore me, God damn it!”
_That’s not funny, Scott. Be mature, for crying out loud! _
“Jean, baby… Please open your eyes… Please?”
_OW! Get your finger out of my eye! Scott, what’s wrong with you? _
“Damn it…”
_Hey… what’re you doing? That’s not really comfortable… can you move your head so you’re not squishing my breast? Please? _
“Jean, look… I don’t know what’s wrong. No one can tell me what’s wrong but… please. Just wake up. No matter what it is, I’ll be with you. Even if… if..”
_Why are you crying? I’m just sick… It’s probably bronchitis… God, my chest hurts… Bronchitis would explain the fever and how hard it was for me to breathe these past few weeks. I bet they’re going to give me that nasty purple syrup with breakfast… _
“She hasn’t changed…”
“She might not for a while, Mister Summers…”
_Hello? Talk to the patient, Nurse Ratched! _
“So what do I do? Do I just sit here and watch her, watch these machines breathe for her and those damned plastic bags keep her from starving to death?”
_What? _
“Mister Summers, the machine isn’t doing her breathing for her. It’s supplying her with almost pure oxygen to make it easier for her to breathe. We’re going to start weaning her from it soon so her body doesn’t become dependant on the mixture. And the IV bags have saline solution, to keep her hydrated, and antibiotic, to keep the infection at bay. We haven’t tried to introduce nutrition to her yet. Her urinary output is good and this means the hydration is being processed well. We’ll try to feed her in the morning but for now… You’re not supposed to be here, Mister Summers.”
“I’m not leaving!”
“I know… There’s another bed on the other side of that curtain. It’s empty. You can nap over there if you like. Any change and you’ll hear the alarms on the machines.”
_Slow down here… what’s going on with the oxygen? That explains why my nose hurts… Ow… my hands feel stiff… Okay. I have at least one IV line in my hand with two solutions pumping through. Hey! Nurse! Check my insertion site! I think it’s leaking… my skin feels tight. Subdermal fluid build up. Hey! Scott, look at my hand! No, come back here… the bed will be there in a minute. Get the nurse, this hurts… _
“Oh, oops…”
_Oops? Years of nursing school and the best response you can come up with for a poorly inserted IV line is oops? I can do better than that and I’m only just starting! _
“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”
_My hero… _
“Just need to readjust her IV. Her hand’s a little swollen and will be until the fluid dissipates… We’ll keep an eye on her vitals to make sure this won’t affect her heart.”
“What kind of slipshod nursing is this? Who puts an IV in wrong? ”
_EXACTLY! _
“Mister Summers, calm down or I will have you removed.”
“I’m… sorry. I just can’t stand to see her like this. She was fine this morning. Angry, but fine…”
_What’s that noise? Oh, shit… _
“MOVE! CODE BLUE!”
“JEAN! JEAN, NO!”
_Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow! _
“Get back, Mister Summers. Someone get him out of here! Call down to the ER and get Doctor Fogle. He’s on duty!”
_Get that off my face! _
“Clear!”
_FUCK! _
“Nothing.”
“Clear!”
“Stop it! You’re killing her!”
“Get him OUT!”
“CLEAR!”
“Sinus arrhythmia…”
“Hold off…”
_It hurts, God it hurts… _
“We have a rhythm… Slow but there…”
“Get Fogle in here… SHIT! Did you see that?”
“The machine must be broken… No one can have a temperature that high, even for a few seconds…”
“I…”
“Fucking hell… Who faints at a resuss? Someone get her feet…”
“What…ow…”
“Mrs Summers?”
“Grey-Summers…” Jean blinked, her entire body screaming in pain. “What’s going on?”
“My name is Nurse Beakman… We’re taking you down to cardiology…”
“Cold,” Jean sighed. “So.. cold…”
“It’s hot as blazes in here… It’s the infection playing havoc with you. We’ll get you fixed up real soon, Mrs Grey-Summers. Just relax… you’re in good hands…”