Lost in a Dream

Chapter 2

"This is Ebony Blake, 17, involved in the ceiling collapse at Braxton Castle," Dixie gabbled, as she and Jeff lifted Ebony out the back of the ambulance.

"Straight to resus!" A new voice, confident and authoritarian, sounded. "I'm Mrs Beauchamp, your doctor."

Ebony said nothing. Her breathing was becoming more difficult now. The powerful smell of cleanliness hit Ebony as she was wheeled into the hospital. There seemed to be people everywhere moving amongst the injured and the sick. She heard people talking and was comforted by the familiarity of the words.

"You're troubled." Luna's dreamy voice carried through the chaos. Her doctor seemed a bit frustrated.

"Dr Hardy, your assistance please" Mrs Beauchamp called. Dr Hardy appeared at Ebony's side.

"Hello!" He was a cheerful man, although he seemed nervous and nerdy.

"Primary survey, Dr Hardy!" Mrs Beauchamp had no time for small talk.

A cold stethoscope was pressed to Ebony's chest and she flinched at the touch. Cold hands pushed her abdomen gently. That hurt her. More hands inserted needles into her veins, and someone felt her painful wrist.

"Lofty, can you order a chest X-ray, bloods?" Dr Hardy's nervous confidence comforted Ebony somewhat. She was stuck in a world she had never experienced, with people who though she was going mad.

Pumped full of painkillers, Ebony dozed for a while. She hasn't slept in over a day, and not in a proper bed for a few weeks now.

Ebony was awoken fully by a loud clatter. On the floor was a metal dish, the contents of which was now strewn across the floor.

"Sorry!" said Lofty.

"Clean it up then, Lofty!" said Mrs Beauchamp walking into the room. She was carrying a thin square thing on a pile of papers. Someone had drawn a pretty picture on the square thing.

"This is your chest X-ray, Ebony." said Mrs Beauchamp, showing her the picture. "You've got blood and air in your chest cavity so we'll need to remove that."

Ebony removed the mask aiding her breathing.

"Have you seen my wand?" she asked breathlessly. "And Madam Pomfrey? She can fix me up in a second!"

Mrs Beauchamp looked suddenly concerned.

"We're you knocked out at all, Ebony?" she asked, shining a bright light in both the girl's eyes. "Follow my pen." she added moving the pen from side to side in front of Ebony's face.

"Call CT, Lofty," said Mrs Beauchamp, to Lofty who was picking the last packaged object off the floor. It had rolled under the next bed. "Her SATS are stable, so get her in now!"

Lofty put his thumb up.

"They can take her now."

"Good, let's go!" Mrs Beauchamp wasted no time, releasing the brakes on Ebony's bed and jerking the wheels into motion.

The CT machine was a small tube, big enough for Ebony to fit it but with little extra room. Small spaces had been one of Ebony's greatest fears for years. Feeling trapped, her breathing worsened.

"Ebony, I need you to stay calm and still." Mrs Beauchamp's voice came through loud and clear from outside. Ebony's panicked breathing showed no change.

"Her SATS are dropping." Mrs Beauchamp said to Lofty. "Get her out of there!"

Ebony was very relieved to feel herself moving out of the confined space. She was wheeled back to resus.

"Her head CT's clear." said Mrs Beauchamp puzzled, looking at the square thing again. "Why's she so confused?"

Lofty shrugged.

"Thank you for that helpful contribution to the proceedings!" said Mrs Beauchamp, sarcastically. "Can I have a chest drain kit please? Gown and gloves."

Ebony was moved onto her right side and covered with a blue sheet, starch and smelling of chemicals.

"Small prick coming up." said Mrs Beauchamp. Ebony flinched at the scratch.

"Scalpel."

"Tube."

Ebony felt pushing in the side of her chest.

"Cough for me Ebony." said Mrs Beauchamp. Ebony's cough was weak and pathetic sounding. "Good! Lofty call Darwin."

"They're ready." Lofty was two steps ahead of Mrs Beauchamp.

"Go with her then!" said Mrs Beauchamp, ripping off her gloves which were covered with Ebony's blood.

Ebony closed her eyes. She was getting a bit bored of being wheeled everywhere all the time. It made he feel helpless. She had no idea how anyone else  she knew was. Ebony hoped sincerely, that whatever or whoever Darwin may be, they didn't think she was going mad too!

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~Dobby