Nielu [REWRITTEN]

30 - ...Call for Drastic Measures

By the time 9:20 rolls around; Aph can finally get a chance to see if her son had been rescued yet. But the one sliver of hope she's holding onto, comes crashing down.

"Cap! Found the kid, he's got a pulse but it's rapid. His left leg is also badly burned."

"What do you need?" the captain responds over the radio that rests on his shoulder.

"Gonna need a backboard and a way out. We're also running a bag of saline in him."

"Is he conscious?"

"No. The napkin that was probably covering his nose and mouth slide out of his hand."

"A way out is coming. Regan's bringing up a backboard and himself to help."

"How's the kid looking?" the captain says. "We've almost got part of the fire out."

"He's not doing good. Lost his pulse but we're working on getting him back."

THRITY MINUTES LATER, 9:50 PM

"Incoming! Got the other kid! Went into cardiac arrest that lasted for about ten minutes before we were able to get him back. He's also inhaled a ton of smoke so he's intubated at the moment."

The head nurse directs the paramedic further down. "Valkrum, got him?"

Katelyn nods her head. "Ethan..." she whispers.

"Heart rate's at about 100. BP 100/60. O2 stats are on the lower end of things due to smoke inhalation." the paramedic lists. "Possible brain damage and badly burned left leg."

The bluenette's gloved hand touches his burned leg. In her eyes, she can tell it's not a pretty sight to behold. "This will probably need amputation."

"Luci! Aph! Can you help me?" Katelyn calls out.

Aphmau and Lucinda race forward as the former swears her heart stops beating for a moment. There, laying on a stretcher in an unconscious heap and a tube shoved down his throat, is her son. Her Ethan.

"Can one of you take over for Gilda?"

"I will." Luci says and released the other nurse from her position and takes the amu bag in her hands. "

"His leg will most likely need to be amputated. But I'll need to run tests to be sure." Katelyn mutters.

Sarah walks over, gasping loudly at the sight of Ethan. "Is he dead?"

"No! Of course not! He's a fighter, Sarah. Always has been." Aph defends her son.

"'Cuz I'm pretty sure that noise depicts someone as dead." the eleven year old girl retorts as the trio of females all hear his heart monitor practically flatline again.

One week later, June 10th 2017

The entirety of the fourth floor has been taped off so no personnel can access the floor. Aph's shaky hands drop to the table next to an empty bed. A week ago, her son had a badly burned leg and severe smoke inhalation on top of his heart failure he still doesn't know about.

She casts her gaze upwards across the hall and sees her son swat away Luci's hands.

"Stop it. I'm fine." he growls.

The petite werewolf's feet guide her out of the empty space and over across the hallway, stepping into her son's room.

"Ethan, stop swatting her hand away. Luci's just trying to help you."