We'll Come Clean

A Save Situation

P.O.V. Jack

            We’re in the ambulance. It arrived just a few minutes after we were on the phone. It’s Nate, Andrew, and I going to the hospital right now. We decided that we wanted Nattie, Will, and Emily to get a hotel for the night. All of us are in tears right now. No one’s talking. Nate just keeps looking at Elle with his fists clenched. Andrew can’t look at her and is just staring at the floor.

            We arrive at the hospital in about fifteen minutes. We all rush inside, it’s pretty much a spitting image of what you would see on TV. Everyone is panicking and sort of running around. Elle is put into the ER and immediately hooked up to an oxygen tank and has an IV in her. Since none of us are real guardians of Elle we have to sit in the waiting room. Nate put up a fight and eventually was asked to sit in the waiting room or leave the hospital. He leaves. I wonder where he’s going but either Andrew or I really ask. A few minutes later Nate texts me: going to get a drink.  I’ll be back in a half an hour.  Call me if anything comes up.

            Soon a doctor comes out of the ER and into the waiting room.

“Nathaniel Ruess?” he asks. Both Andrew and I stand up.

“We’re with Nate, he went to get a drink. We’re here for Elle.” I say

“Okay I have some good news and some bad news.” The doctor says. My heart skips a beat. Is she dead? Well if there’s good news she can’t be dead.

“Good news is that Elle will have a chance of living. Bad news is that she’s in a coma, and we have no idea when she’s going to come out of it. It could be as short as a few more hours or it could take as long as a few months. This would lead to the point where we might need to… give up.”

“No. No. We’re not going to give up on her, she’ll be fine. It couldn’t have been that bad.” Andrew says, pacing.

“Well with the amounts of Acetaminophen and Triazolam in her system it can be hard to tell. There’s a large possibility that her kidneys could fail, and there could slowly be a lack of oxygen to her brain. It’s all in chance. So far she’s looking good. We don’t have much of a prediction for her but we think she’ll wake up from a week to a little under a month.” After the doctor tells us this we see Nate, beer in hand, head down walking to us. He hands his beer to some woman in the waiting room and soon enough we’re entangled into each other crying. The doctor excuses himself and tells us we can see her in the morning. We end up falling asleep in the waiting room.