Just Another Fletcher

Death

"It has been a few weeks since the meeting, since then Gambier Bay had gotten out of hospital and the wounds on Samuel B Roberts, Essex and Baltimore had healed."

Vestal wrote this down in her journal during some down time at the base's hospital.

"However, there is one concern regarding the last member of that fleet. USS Johnston, one of the newest additions to Azur lane still hasn't woken up from her coma, worse yet her cube is acting erratically. More tests will need to be done to figure out what is wrong with her. The other Injuries she had sustained have already healed, with exception to the large hole in her abdomen, but that too is also healing nicely. In conclusion; while her progress is somewhat promising, there are still too many things that could and are going wrong. I will be watching her more closely."

Vestal closed her Journal and got up from the desk she was seated at so that she could go check up on her patient.

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Vestal: 410, 411, 412...

Vestal was walking down the hallway towards Johnston's room, counting out the number plates to make sure she went to the right one.

Vestal: 420, 421, 422. Ah! Here it is!

Vestal was now standing outside the door to Johnston's room. Room number 423.

Vestal opened the door and stepped inside, going straight to work checking all the different machines that were attached to Johnton's body and writing the information down on a clipboard that was hanging on a wire attached to the bed.

Vestal: Same as earlier I see.

Vestal put down the clipboard and began to leave, but had to stop in her tracks when she heard the sound of rapid beeping from the instruments.

She ran back to the Machines and looked over them, noticing how the heart rate displayed on the screen was going up rapidly. 200, 250, 300. It kept going.

Vestal looked towards the instrument that was monitoring Johnston's cube. It showed that the cubes energy output was far exceeding safe limits and still going up.

The other instruments were saying the same thing. Anything that could be going wrong is going wrong.

Johnston: Herself was sweating buckets, while Vestal was frozen in pure shock.

Vestal: W- What is this?

Then everything just stopped.

Vestal: H- Huh!? Oh god!

She ran over to Johnston and checked for a pulse and to see if she was breathing. She wasn't.

Vestal: A- um...

Vestal then began the standard procedure of chest compressions and breaths, using the defibrillator every now and then.

Roughly thirty minutes passed before Vestal decided that it was over for Johnston.

She picked up the clipboard from off the ground and looked over at the clock.

Vestal: Time of death... 4:23pm.

She wrote this down on the clipboard before putting it aside so that she could cover up Johnston's Body.

She fixed the bed sheets, making sure it was neat and tidy Before putting a white sheet over her face.

Vestal: I'm sorry it had to end this way for you...

She turned off the lights in the room and closed the door.

Vestal: Good night Johnston.

She walked back down the hallway and to her office, so that she could write a full report. After that, she would have to tell the friends and family of the death.