Her Voice Within

Chapter 8

Third Person POV

Haya al-hayat surgical institute, hospital

Abuja, Nigeria

     Anwar strolled into the hospital on a Thursday morning, his spirits high thanks to a breakfast of his favorite blueberry pancakes. His step was brisk as he made his way to the emergency room, but his pace slowed when he heard a man's desperate cry for help.

     "Help! My son can't breathe! I need help here! Can somebody please..." the man's voice echoed through the corridor.

     Anwar didn't hesitate. He rushed toward the commotion, quickly reaching the young boy who was in distress. He checked the boy's pulse, trying to assess the situation.

     "What happened?" Anwar inquired, turning to the boy's concerned father.

     The man, clearly shaken, stammered, "I don't know. We were playing football. All of a sudden he..."

     

     Anwar, along with a few nurses, helped place the boy on an examination table and immediately initiated the use of resuscitation equipment. Their movements were precise and swift. Instruments were attached – a blood pressure cuff to the boy's arm, an oximeter to his finger, and sensors attached to his chest.

     "One-fifty pulse. Blood pressure is 68 over 34," reported one of the nurses.

     As the boy's father tried to explain further, he managed, "He was running, and then, out of nowhere, he just keeled over in pain."

     "Has anything like this ever happened before?" Anwar inquired, concerned.

      "Never. No, sir. Never." The man replied, "

     "Pulse is seventy-eight percent." The nurse confirmed,

     "Let's get him on some oxygen." Anwar decided. 

     A nurse swiftly reached for the oxygen tank, positioned the mask over the boy's nose, and adjusted the flow. As the boy inhaled the hissing air, Anwar gently turned him to his side, conducting examinations of the lung and lower back areas.

     The boy's father anxiously asked, "He's going to be alright, isn't he?"

     Anwar responded while examining the child, "The lungs are wet, and his liver feels enlarged. Five milligrams of I.V. Digoxin, stat."

     A nurse prepared the necessary medication, filling an I.V. needle with Digoxin.

     As the situation unfolded, a concerned woman entered the room, asking, "What's the matter with him?"

     At that moment, another nurse hurried into the room, and Anwar exchanged a significant look with her.

     "Mr. and Mrs. Joseph, would you come with me?" the nurse guided the parents out of the room.

     Mr. Joseph, still in the dark, questioned, "What? What's going on?"

     "He's in good hands. Please, there are a few procedures we need to go over," the nurse replied.

     "What kind of procedures?" Mr. Joseph inquired again.

     The nurse made an effort to guide Mr. Joseph, but he resisted.

     "We're going to be admitting your son, sir. You'll need to fill out some forms, and please wait here," the nurse eventually clarified.

     "For God's sake, can't the forms wait?" Mr. Joseph protested.