BerkVille: Act 2

with warM regards!

Carnival day.

   The ambulance arrived, and terror spread throughout the entire hospital. Nurses and doctors were racing to bring the victim and stretcher into the operating room so that they could be given immediate treatment. As they were rolled in, a small child who had accompanied her grandma to the hospital stood up from her seat.

    Her grandmother had came for her check up on her diabetes and the blood, atmosphere and urgency darkened her vision on the world. Her heart felt hollow as all she could think about was how her grandmother's illness might put her in that same situation shortly. Clutching her teddy bear, she followed the stretcher until she was stopped at the door of the operating room. When she eventually made it back to the lobby, she tried to block out the scene by fiercely clutching her grandmother with one arm and pressing her right palm on her ear. Even with her grip so tight, she was still able to hear the hospital bed's wheels scraping the floor and the beeping that was combined with the cacophony of noises. Feeling her uneasy trembling, her grandmother embraced her firmly.

    Quickly the nurses got their gear and scrubs together, making sure not one scalpel was left unclean. The victim's heart rate was dropping, they were loosing too much blood and was being sent into cardiac arrest from shock. They were still awake as they were slowly being sedated and was stammering whilst gasping for air, clinging to the hope of God's mercy for strength and to live.

"Stay with me! You're going to have to work with me! I'm going to do my part with the equipment but you have to fight too! You're too young to die!" The surgeon said, her head blocking the spotlight emitting from above, gloved hands lifted to her small chest.

    All while a small scale manhunt set BerkVille in a still chaos as the authorities pounded the pavement searching for the culprit.