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| Deleted User | Jun 1 2006, 10:59 AM Post #1 |
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OOC: Ash and Doug, I'm really sorry I forgot to rp for the PPV. I meant to write a short something during my lunch hour on Saturday but it completely slipped my mind. On top of that, I only just checked the Smackdown card. This was meant to just wrap things up on my end, because I am now officially on hiatus.
:( Those damn exams.... Anyway, here we go. ------- The doctors, much like those in any other big city hospital, were no strangers when it came to treating overdose victims, but there was something about this particular case that had Doctor Leary both baffled and concerned. He looked down at the man lying in the hospital bed for a moment, feeling a strong sense of both guilt and helplessness. If the drug had been heroin, ecstasy, speed, he might actually be able to come up with a viable plan of action. But the drug in question, Ketamine, not only had probably been manufactured at a dirty deserted warehouse in the East end of London, but also could have extremely unpredictable effects when combined with alcohol. As Doctor Leary gazed at the young man’s face he hoped in his heart that the comatose state would soon come to an end. It had already been five days. It tore at his heart to see the young man’s family talking to their fallen kindred with infinite hope in their eyes…hope that the young man would soon elicit some sort of response… and it tore at his heart even more when he saw their hopes momentarily dashed when no response came. An unusual beeping sound caused Doctor Leary to look up towards the screens. His eyes were drawn to the monitor that showed the man’s heart rate. He knew what the sound meant… the heart rate was falling, and rapidly. In a calm panic, Doctor Leary yelled into the communication device that help was required in room 673. In those microseconds the man’s heart rate had slowed considerably… and the slow rhythmic movement of his chest had stopped. He wasn’t breathing. This had happened before, to a lesser extent, the doctor knew. The young man’s breathing had almost come to a halt directly following the overdose. But the drug was out of his system now…it had been five days. This reaction didn’t make any sense. As the doctor’s colleague’s rushed into the room, Doctor Leary could hear a familiar voice outside. It was one he had come to know very well over the last few days…. It was the voice of the young man’s sister. She was asking all the questions that were to be expected. What was going on? Why couldn’t she see him? How soon until he would wake up? The young pregnant woman didn’t seem to be aware that her brother was currently on the brink of death. It was best to keep things that way until they could get his stabilised… The doctor forced himself not to think the word if. He told the nurse to keep the woman distracted for now. The woman’s voice however suddenly became the farthest thing from Doctor Leary’s mind however. Because right before his very eyes, where a green line was supposed to be moving periodically, all movement had halted and there flashed only a flat green line…. A long high-pitched beep emanated from the machines inside the room and all those in earshot knew exactly what they meant. The heartbeat had stopped. The patient was deceased. ***************************************** Outside in the waiting room, Megan sat at the side of her husband, her head resting on his shoulder and her face tearstained. She had stopped crying. It seemed she had in fact ran out of tears… which didn’t surprise her, considering the fact that she had been crying almost non-stop for five days. She felt her husband’s arm around her. She felt his head against hers. She felt the movement of his chest as he breathed… but those things that would usually make her feel infinitely safe and secure, were of little comfort to her now. He couldn’t protect her from this, and they both knew it. She spoke, simply because the awkward silence had become deafening to her, and she couldn’t stand it for one second longer. Megan Flair-Helmsley: How long do you think it’s going to be until they tell us what’s going on? *her voice sounded tired and surprisingly emotionless* Hunter Hearst Helmsley: I… *he shook his head* …I really don’t know. He hated that he didn’t know. He hated that he couldn’t help her… and he hated even more furiously that he could do nothing to help the object of her concerns. Megan Flair-Helmsley: Something’s really really wrong, Hunter…I know it is. He should have woken up by now… they said twenty four hours. It’s been one hundred and twenty nine… he’s not going to make it, is he? They know he’s not getting better but they won’t tell me because they’re afraid I’ll break… Hunter Hearst Helmsley: *She had said everything he had been afraid of…and even though all of his worst fears screamed that she was right, he had to disagree with her* Megan you can’t think like that… it’s true that he probably should have gotten better, but medicine is a really weird thing. It can be…really unpredictable. You know how David is… he’s a fighter. He’s a survivor… he’s going to wake up and before you know it, you’ll have your best friend back again. Megan Flair-Helmsley: Do you know what he said to me when he told me he was moving away to Connecticut? Hunter Hearst Helmsley: *he shook his head* What did he say? Megan Flair-Helmsley: He said that no matter how far away he is from me, he’ll always be there for me. He said that nothing could ever keep him away from me for long. I missed him so much when he was in Connecticut. I hated that he was so far away… now I wish that the only thing separating us was seven hundred miles of land. Hunter Hearst Helmsley: *He held her closer to him and kissed her forehead* He said nothing could ever keep him away from you… and he’s right. Meg I’m worried too. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t even help him… but I can help you. At least, in a few little ways… Worrying constantly like this, sweetheart it won’t make David feel any better. You’re going to make yourself sick… *he ran his hand over her stomach, inside of which was his four month old child* …and there are two people you need to be healthy for right now. Megan Flair-Helmsley: *she put her hand on Hunters and felt the beginnings of tears start to form behind her eyes, but she was tired of crying…so she held them back. Then after a moment she looked at her husband and spoke ever so quietly* …I know what I want to name our baby. Hunter Hearst Helmsley: Yeah? We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet. Megan Flair-Helmsley: Doesn’t matter. Whether our baby is a boy or a girl, I know what its name is… It’s Morgan. Hunter Hearst Helmsley: Like David’s middle name… *he smiled a smile so small it was barely noticeable, but it was there.* …He’d like that. Megan Flair-Helmsley: Hunter? Hunter Hearst Helmsley: Yeah? Megan Flair-Helmsley: If you’re so sure that he’s going to be okay, why are you talking about him in the past tense… like he’s already gone? *Hunter opened his mouth as if to respond, but was saved from having to come up with an explanation by the sound of David’s hospital room door opening. His eyes and Megan’s looked upon the doctor who was approaching them. He worse a very grave expression, and both Hunter and Megan picked up from his mannerisms that the news was not good news.* Megan Flair-Helmsley: Oh god… please just tell me that he’s okay. Doctor Leary: Oh, well… he’s… not doing so badly… now. But we lost him for a short while. Megan Flair-Helmsley: *She stood up* What?! He… what do you mean you lost him? He stopped breathing again? Doctor Leary: Well, yes… but it was his heart this time. It…just stopped beating. We’ve been running more tests on him, to try and isolate the problem, but… Megan Flair-Helmsley: Just please let me see him. I need to see him. Hunter Hearst Helmsley: *he stood up and took his wife’s hand, but he looked at the doctor* You said he’s fine now, right? Doctor Leary: He’s still comatose… but his vitals are all looking good. *he looked compassionately at Megan* Of course you can see him. Megan Flair-Helmsley: Thank you… She made her way towards her brother’s room, and Hunter followed. When he walked into the room he couldn’t help but think about how sick and helpless his friend looked. He had seen David after some very violent hardcore matches. David had, after all, held the Hardcore title for a number of months. There were no visible scars on David’s body. He wasn’t bleeding. He hadn’t been burned by a flaming two by four, and he had no broken bones… yet he still looked even more broken than he ever had before. He was inexplicably pale and although only a few days had passed, David had noticeably lost weight. Hunter took a seat next to David’s bed, and looked across his friends unconscious body at Megan, who was sitting at David’s right hand side, softly stroking her brother’s dark brown hair. Hunter Hearst Helmsley: *he silently swallowed the lump of emotion in his throat* …Meg? *she didn’t look up at him but continued to stare down at her brother* …. I called up the EBWF. Told them I’m staying in England until David wakes up. And I’m going to rent us a place… so you and I can stay here as long as it takes, and be with him……I don’t want him to wake up alone. Megan Flair-Helmsley: Do you know what David’s favourite movie is? Hunter Hearst Helmsley: *he looked at her with a worried expression* Meg, I… Megan Flair-Helmsley: It’s Donnie Darko. There’s a line in that movie… “Every living creature on this planet dies alone”. He is alone, Hunter. Whether we’re sitting next to him or not, where David is, he’s by himself. Hunter Hearst Helmsley: He’s not dead Megan. And he’s not going to die. He’s going to open his eyes… and when he does, I don’t want the first face he sees to be that of a stranger. Megan Flair-Helmsley: No, I don’t either… I want to stay here with him. But I want to stay here more for my own sake than his. I can’t bear the thought of losing him… I want to be with him as much as I can, even if he’s not really there… *she wiped one stray tear that she had allowed to fall* …is dad staying too? Hunter Hearst Helmsley: …I, uh…I think so. I haven’t really talked to him a whole lot… but I think he’s going to stay with David. Wanting to be close to his son is the only thing holding Ric back from following Steve back to California and beating the ever loving shit out of him. Megan Flair-Helmsley: I don’t want to hear that name again, Hunter. That man has been a part of my life for almost as long as David has. He’s been family to me…I wanted him to be our baby’s godfather. He’s someone I’ve loved for almost as long as I can remember, and as much as I’ve loved him for all those years he’s been in my life, I hate him fifty times that amount now. I hate him so much that I wish it was him lying in that bed. And do you know what else? If it were Steve lying in that bed, it wouldn’t have been David who put him there. David would be sitting by his side…he wouldn’t be thousands of miles away lying in the California sunshine. And the Steve Borden I know wouldn’t be lying in that sunshine either. Hunter Hearst Helmsley: …I don’t think you ever really knew him, Megan… I don’t think any of us did. Megan Flair-Helmsley: Yeah, and I don’t want to any more either. Steve Borden is dead to me… and unlike my brother, he’s going to stay dead. |
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