paramedic out of the way and
jump in the back of the ambulance.
“Ma’am, he is not conscious right now. He has lost a lot of blood, but for now,
he is stable.”
“Mick!” I call to him anyway. “Mick!”
Mick’s eyes are opening and closing, but the expression on his face is
lifeless. His pale skin makes the fear in me even greater; he looks like death.
I reach out and grab his hand, and he squeezes it back, lifting his head.
“Sam, is that you?”
“Yes, Mick, I am here. You are going to be okay.”
Mick’s grip goes limp in mine. The noise from the heart monitor starts a scary,
singular tone as he lies there, expressionless.
“Ma’am, move back. He’s going into shock!”
“Oh, my God. Do something!”
“Ma’am, get out of the way.”
Holding my hands over my mouth, I get out of the way as best I can in such a
confined space. The noise of the heart monitor is deafening. As the medic
continues to work, all of my regrets begin punishing my mind. I wonder if I am
about to see Mick die. Seconds feel like minutes.
“Ma’am, get in we are going to need to move fast.”
I jump into the
ambulance and do my best to be out of the way. The Ambulance speeds
through the streets with the siren on.
“Keep
your hands clear. I am going to have to shock him.”
ZAP! Mick’s body convulses. Nothing—nothing happened. ZAP! Nothing again. I
cannot help but cry.
We
arrive at the hospital, the paramedic continues to work on Mick’s lifeless
body. He performs chest compressions as Mick is rushed out of the ambulance.
There is a renewed sense of urgency in their eyes. I watch in horror as the man
who may be the love of my life disappears around a corner, realizing he may
never get to know what he means to me.
Chapter 16 Day 16 – 20 Samantha’s perspective.
Hospital anxiety
All I can do is hold my hands over my face as I watch them wheel Mick away from
me. I have never been this close to someone and had to watch them die. Tears
stream down my cheeks as the thought of Mick dying before I even have a chance
to show him how I feel weighs heavy on my mind. I really did want to give him
my love. So many regrets now. So many regrets.
”I am sorry ma’am, but we need to leave now.”
In my vain attempt to
exit the ambulance, I trip and fall, causing the paramedic to have to catch me.
“Easy there, ma’am. Is there someone you want me to call to come and get you?”
“No.” Really, who would I call at this point? I need to be with Mick.
“Uh… okay, well, go inside and they will tell you where to wait.”
I look up at him. “Is Mick okay? Is he?!” The paramedic takes a painfully long
time to answer.
“It’s too early to say at this point, but he’s in the best hands in the state.
Be prepared to wait for some time. This is going to be a long road.”
I walk away from the paramedic in a trance-like state. Who knew that my day
would turn out like this? The paramedic calls to me as I walk away in obvious
concern, but there is nothing he could do for me, so I continue on my path.
I ask the reception desk where I can find Mick. They let me know he is in the
critical care unit on the fifth floor. Still in a trance, I take the elevator
and make my presence known to the nurse.
“Is he okay?” This time, I feel defeated and the question comes out softly.
“It’s too early to tell. You may want to go home. This is going to be a long
recovery.” When I don’t move, she purses her lips and sighs.
“There is coffee on
jump in the back of the ambulance.
“Ma’am, he is not conscious right now. He has lost a lot of blood, but for now,
he is stable.”
“Mick!” I call to him anyway. “Mick!”
Mick’s eyes are opening and closing, but the expression on his face is
lifeless. His pale skin makes the fear in me even greater; he looks like death.
I reach out and grab his hand, and he squeezes it back, lifting his head.
“Sam, is that you?”
“Yes, Mick, I am here. You are going to be okay.”
Mick’s grip goes limp in mine. The noise from the heart monitor starts a scary,
singular tone as he lies there, expressionless.
“Ma’am, move back. He’s going into shock!”
“Oh, my God. Do something!”
“Ma’am, get out of the way.”
Holding my hands over my mouth, I get out of the way as best I can in such a
confined space. The noise of the heart monitor is deafening. As the medic
continues to work, all of my regrets begin punishing my mind. I wonder if I am
about to see Mick die. Seconds feel like minutes.
“Ma’am, get in we are going to need to move fast.”
I jump into the
ambulance and do my best to be out of the way. The Ambulance speeds
through the streets with the siren on.
“Keep
your hands clear. I am going to have to shock him.”
ZAP! Mick’s body convulses. Nothing—nothing happened. ZAP! Nothing again. I
cannot help but cry.
We
arrive at the hospital, the paramedic continues to work on Mick’s lifeless
body. He performs chest compressions as Mick is rushed out of the ambulance.
There is a renewed sense of urgency in their eyes. I watch in horror as the man
who may be the love of my life disappears around a corner, realizing he may
never get to know what he means to me.
Chapter 16 Day 16 – 20 Samantha’s perspective.
Hospital anxiety
All I can do is hold my hands over my face as I watch them wheel Mick away from
me. I have never been this close to someone and had to watch them die. Tears
stream down my cheeks as the thought of Mick dying before I even have a chance
to show him how I feel weighs heavy on my mind. I really did want to give him
my love. So many regrets now. So many regrets.
”I am sorry ma’am, but we need to leave now.”
In my vain attempt to
exit the ambulance, I trip and fall, causing the paramedic to have to catch me.
“Easy there, ma’am. Is there someone you want me to call to come and get you?”
“No.” Really, who would I call at this point? I need to be with Mick.
“Uh… okay, well, go inside and they will tell you where to wait.”
I look up at him. “Is Mick okay? Is he?!” The paramedic takes a painfully long
time to answer.
“It’s too early to say at this point, but he’s in the best hands in the state.
Be prepared to wait for some time. This is going to be a long road.”
I walk away from the paramedic in a trance-like state. Who knew that my day
would turn out like this? The paramedic calls to me as I walk away in obvious
concern, but there is nothing he could do for me, so I continue on my path.
I ask the reception desk where I can find Mick. They let me know he is in the
critical care unit on the fifth floor. Still in a trance, I take the elevator
and make my presence known to the nurse.
“Is he okay?” This time, I feel defeated and the question comes out softly.
“It’s too early to tell. You may want to go home. This is going to be a long
recovery.” When I don’t move, she purses her lips and sighs.
“There is coffee on
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