'Sir. SIR! Sorry, can you hear me? I need to ask you some questions.' Someone ushers me into the ambulance and closes the doors. Sitting down, I grab Briar's hand and look at the paramedic who was talking to me.
'I'm sorry, go ahead.' I say.
'Mr. Kensington instructed us to transport to UCLA Medical Center, is that correct?' He asks.
'Yes, that's where all her doctors are.' I tell him. As soon as the confirmation comes out of my mouth the vehicle starts to move and the sirens are blaring.
'It's an hour drive. Is she going to be able to make it there?' I ask, full of worry.
'She is stable for the time being and we are hoping to get there before an hour. I will treat what we can along the way.' He tells me.
I nod my head.
'It looks like Chief granted Mr. Kensington his demand. There is a police escort for a few cars behind us. We don't see that kind of treatment very often.' He points out.
'He tends to get what he wants.' I laugh. 'Thank you for all your help. Can you please explain to me what you have accessed so far?'
He nods his head while grabbing some blood from his little cooler thing. 'First, our records show her blood type as AB positive, is that correct?' He asks.
'Yes, I am also AB positive, as well as, my entire family.'
'That's great to know. Height and approximate current weight?' He asks while hanging up a bag of blood on the hanger opposite the IV she already has in her arm. I noticed that he put both of the lines on the bottom of her forearms. That's nice, that will feel better for her when she wakes up.
'Ummm, she is 5'3" and she was 109 lbs at her last appointment, 4 weeks ago. Does she need a lot of blood?' I ask.
'Not an alarming amount, it's mainly just to help us keep her leveled. To counteract any that she is losing. Has she been sick a lot during this pregnancy?'
I nod. 'Yes, she lost quite a bit of weight at the very beginning. Pregnancy and stress-related. But she still gets pretty nauseous.'
'Well, she is currently stable, critical but stable. Oxygen is a precaution to make sure her O2 level stays above 95%, which is at 97% right now. Her pulse is a little low at 58 bpm and her blood pressure is low, as well. Very common for this situation, her body is in a state of shock trying to figure out where to send help to which of her injuries first.
I understand that she is almost out of the first trimester. Unfortunately, I don't have any insight on how the baby is doing at the moment. When I get a few more things done, we can listen for their heartbeat. She is slightly bleeding, vaginally. But don't panic! That is something we've seen before. It could mean many things but due to the small amount, I am not concerned with that right now. Don't jump to conclusions, please.'
He tells me all this while he is cutting her jeans and shirt off of her body. I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that she is bleeding from the peanut oven but he's right, I can't jump. I have to hope everything is ok.
I take a few deep breaths to try to calm myself. I'm starting to feel all my emotions catch up to me the more I learn about her current condition.
'A car accident in the first trimester is the best-case scenario. The fetus is the most protected by momma from trauma during this time.' He adds.
That helps.
Ok.
Briar is going to be fine. The baby is going to be fine.
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It's Always Been Briar
VampireRiver James Blankenship is the 'big man' on campus (in more ways than one). He is about to be drafted in the NFL, has his best buds, and a pretty amazing life overall. But why has the man who loves to fuck started to feel incomplete? He can fuck bas...
