can. You stay safe.”
Bram gave John knuckles, “You too.”
Ilisha felt numb as they walked back to the car.
“Are you okay?” Bram asked opening the door.
“No, but what can I do about it?”
It was time for Ilisha’s first shift at the hospital. She would be on the graveyard shift, which she preferred.
“I’ll stay invisible, but I’m not leaving you,” Bram warned.
“Great, now I have a baby sitter.”
He took her chin in his hand and brought her eyes up to his. “It’s not like that.”
“I know, but it’s just so ridiculous that you need to watch me all the time like some child that could drown.”
“I don’t mean to smother you, I’m sorry.”
“I know it’s necessary, but that doesn’t mean I particularly like it.”
Bram kissed her and walked her out to the car. He stood on the sidewalk as she drove away. Ilisha looked in the rearview mirror just as he disappeared leaving only an empty sidewalk.
The sun was setting when Ilisha parked the car and walked in. Rich was sitting behind the nurses’ station working on computer charts.
“Hey! Big day. Glad to see ya,” he said smiling.
“Thanks.”
Ilisha wheeled up a chair beside him. “So where do we start?”
She looked around the E.R. taking in her new surroundings while Rich finished typing. When he hit his last key he turned and said, “And now, let’s go on a tour.”
Ilisha followed as he walked her to various supply closets, and around the entire hospital. “Here is the lab and blood bank.” He pointed to a guy in a lab coat with a stool sample. “And that’s Marcus.”
Marcus held up the cup full of feces waving. Ilisha smiled and waved back.
“He likes his stool,” she said chuckling.
“That he does.” They continued walking. “Down this hall is the x-ray, and MRI.” He waved with his hand as if she knew the drill.
The computer charting system was pretty ancient. “Wow,” Ilisha said when she realized it was DOS based.
“Yeah, we don’t keep up with technology very well.”
The radio crackled to life with a call from the local EMT’s. They were transporting a suicide attempt. He had taken two entire bottles of Tylenol PM. Ilisha rolled her eyes.
“What, no sympathy?” Rich asked smiling.
“Um, no.”
Seconds later the siren could be heard.
“Let’s do this,” Rich said.
Doctor Vandor was on duty and he grabbed a pair of gloves. The nurses followed suit and waited for the patient to be wheeled in. Rich directed Ilisha and she grabbed the charcoal treatment.
The man was fighting the EMT’s. “I didn’t ask you to save me,” he yelled.
They transferred him to the hospital gurney and gave their report.
“We found these bottles beside him. He wouldn’t tell us how long ago he ingested, but from the way he’s acting I’d say it wasn’t longer than fifteen minutes. His ID said Jimmy Regan, which his girlfriend confirmed. She’s the one who called in the report and is being questioned by police.”
The EMT’s took one last set of vitals and transferred the patient to the hospital gurney.
“Thanks boys, we’ll take it from here,” Dr. Vandor said.
The Dr. turned to Jimmy. “Do you know where you are Jimmy?”
“Yeah, in hell!”
“Are you going to behave for us, young Jimmy?” the Dr. asked coyly.
“Kiss my ass!”
Vandor ordered a blood draw and sent it to the lab to get toxicity levels. Ilisha tried not to smile when they got the results. She had already started the treatment, but from the levels knew he would be swallowing a hell of a lot more .
As he continued to fight and refuse to drink the black liquid, his speech became more slurred and erratic. They were forced to put a nasogastric tube down to his stomach. After the dose was administered they left him in the room with a tech. She poked her head out and said, “He’s ready to pop.”
Ilisha walked through the door just in time to see him fill a pink, plastic, bedpan with black liquid. Jimmy gagged
Bram gave John knuckles, “You too.”
Ilisha felt numb as they walked back to the car.
“Are you okay?” Bram asked opening the door.
“No, but what can I do about it?”
It was time for Ilisha’s first shift at the hospital. She would be on the graveyard shift, which she preferred.
“I’ll stay invisible, but I’m not leaving you,” Bram warned.
“Great, now I have a baby sitter.”
He took her chin in his hand and brought her eyes up to his. “It’s not like that.”
“I know, but it’s just so ridiculous that you need to watch me all the time like some child that could drown.”
“I don’t mean to smother you, I’m sorry.”
“I know it’s necessary, but that doesn’t mean I particularly like it.”
Bram kissed her and walked her out to the car. He stood on the sidewalk as she drove away. Ilisha looked in the rearview mirror just as he disappeared leaving only an empty sidewalk.
The sun was setting when Ilisha parked the car and walked in. Rich was sitting behind the nurses’ station working on computer charts.
“Hey! Big day. Glad to see ya,” he said smiling.
“Thanks.”
Ilisha wheeled up a chair beside him. “So where do we start?”
She looked around the E.R. taking in her new surroundings while Rich finished typing. When he hit his last key he turned and said, “And now, let’s go on a tour.”
Ilisha followed as he walked her to various supply closets, and around the entire hospital. “Here is the lab and blood bank.” He pointed to a guy in a lab coat with a stool sample. “And that’s Marcus.”
Marcus held up the cup full of feces waving. Ilisha smiled and waved back.
“He likes his stool,” she said chuckling.
“That he does.” They continued walking. “Down this hall is the x-ray, and MRI.” He waved with his hand as if she knew the drill.
The computer charting system was pretty ancient. “Wow,” Ilisha said when she realized it was DOS based.
“Yeah, we don’t keep up with technology very well.”
The radio crackled to life with a call from the local EMT’s. They were transporting a suicide attempt. He had taken two entire bottles of Tylenol PM. Ilisha rolled her eyes.
“What, no sympathy?” Rich asked smiling.
“Um, no.”
Seconds later the siren could be heard.
“Let’s do this,” Rich said.
Doctor Vandor was on duty and he grabbed a pair of gloves. The nurses followed suit and waited for the patient to be wheeled in. Rich directed Ilisha and she grabbed the charcoal treatment.
The man was fighting the EMT’s. “I didn’t ask you to save me,” he yelled.
They transferred him to the hospital gurney and gave their report.
“We found these bottles beside him. He wouldn’t tell us how long ago he ingested, but from the way he’s acting I’d say it wasn’t longer than fifteen minutes. His ID said Jimmy Regan, which his girlfriend confirmed. She’s the one who called in the report and is being questioned by police.”
The EMT’s took one last set of vitals and transferred the patient to the hospital gurney.
“Thanks boys, we’ll take it from here,” Dr. Vandor said.
The Dr. turned to Jimmy. “Do you know where you are Jimmy?”
“Yeah, in hell!”
“Are you going to behave for us, young Jimmy?” the Dr. asked coyly.
“Kiss my ass!”
Vandor ordered a blood draw and sent it to the lab to get toxicity levels. Ilisha tried not to smile when they got the results. She had already started the treatment, but from the levels knew he would be swallowing a hell of a lot more .
As he continued to fight and refuse to drink the black liquid, his speech became more slurred and erratic. They were forced to put a nasogastric tube down to his stomach. After the dose was administered they left him in the room with a tech. She poked her head out and said, “He’s ready to pop.”
Ilisha walked through the door just in time to see him fill a pink, plastic, bedpan with black liquid. Jimmy gagged
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