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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 0:02:50 GMT
(hey georgia! continue?)
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 6, 2014 0:11:48 GMT
(( Can you quote for me? I'm writing a rough draft essay for my A.P. English III class. ))
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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 0:13:16 GMT
He groans lightly, his eyes opening slowly and focusing on her, "hey..." He said weakly, "we really gotta stop meeting like this eh?"
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 6, 2014 0:18:03 GMT
Amelia had tears streaming down her face as she spoke frantically to the 911 operator. "I'm in an alley in Manhattan. I...Idk where I am exactly. This man was shot three times in the chest. his name's jay. Please hurry..." She looked down, pressing as hard on the wound as she could. "I'm applying pressure, but the blood won't stop. He's awake and talking, so his heart must be fine, but there's so much blood. Please hurry...please." She begged, her eyes wide with hysteria and fear for the man who'd become her friend unwittingly.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 0:19:59 GMT
Jay passed out again, coughing a little. He was fading fast, trying his hardest to relax and stay alive
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 6, 2014 0:27:59 GMT
Amelia pressed down harder, her hands turning white from effort. As her arms threatened to give out, she hardened herself against the weakness and pushed harder. She was grinding her teeth, praying to a God she didn't believe in. "Please....Please..." She whispered and as the sirens came into hearing distance she thanked whatever being higher than herself had given them the fortune to be close enough to a hospital.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 0:30:29 GMT
He stayed alive, her pleading voice giving him the resolve to keep himself strong.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 6, 2014 0:33:48 GMT
There was the sound of sirens coming up just behind her. The red lights flashed against the brick walls, causing Amelias face and hands to turn reddish. A medic came over quickly. "We can't have you let go....He could bleed out. Can you stay like that on a stretcher until we get him to the hospital?"
Amelia nodded, unable to speak with her teeth gritted. She carefully positioned herself with one knee on either side of Jay as they lifted the pair of them onto a stretcher. She could feel his heart, still fighting as they got them inside the back of the ambulance. "Stay with me, Jay." She whispered, a tear dripping onto his neck. "Don't leave me."
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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 0:54:09 GMT
He nods weakly, "I wont' he says quietly.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 6, 2014 1:00:29 GMT
Amelia looked up at the medic. "How far from the hospital are we?" Her eyes were wide and frozen with the same look of horror she'd had when she'd almost been shot.
"Less than 5 minutes ma'am. Just keep your grip." The medic's answer was pretty calm, which irritated her a bit. Sure, he probably dealt with this every day, but for God's sake: Would it kill him to not act bored? She fought the urge to blow him off his seat into the floor, but relaxing her grip could be the difference between his death and survival.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 1:01:26 GMT
Jay coughs a little, his heartbeat wavering slightly.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 6, 2014 1:08:59 GMT
Amelia looked up, relieved to see the medic's eyes wandering to the monitor, alarm sparking in them when he heard the wavering heart. He got up, coming closer to Amelia. He put his hands on top of hers, pushing down a bit harder. "I'll try not to hurt you, but the blood has to remain in his body."
Amelia nodded, surpressing a gasp of pain. Her eyes wandered to him. "Are we there?"
"We should be about ready to take him in. As soon as they get to the E.R. entrance."
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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 1:19:54 GMT
He coughed a little more, trying to stay alive.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 6, 2014 1:30:12 GMT
(( That's great. xD ))
Amelia and the medic were soon inside, the stretcher rolling as fast as possible down the hallways of the E.R. Amelia was unable to remove herself from the body which meant she was unable to sterilize herself when they took his straight back to surgery. They cut most of his bloodstained shirt off, leaving only the portion hidden under Amelia's hands.
"We are going to slip this suction tube under your hands and then you are going to let go and go out into the hallway to wait for me to come speak to you." The doctor's brown eyes were gentle as he held the tube in his hands. "Lift up a bit, not completely. Don't relieve too much pressure. You're what's keeping him alive." Two more doctors stood on the other side, ready to put the suction tubes into his bullet wounds. There were nurses everywhere and all Amelia had been capable of doing was putting a mask on while the rest had sterilized. As the doctors said go, she allowed each tube under her hands one at a time before climbing off the stretcher and allowing them to move him to a surgical table. They went to work immediately as she was pushed out of the O.R.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 6, 2014 1:34:17 GMT
(sorry!)
He almost immediately started coughing and his heart stopped for a few seconds before starting to beat slowly again. Jay kept thinking to himself, 'stay alive, stay alive!'
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