Well, as usual as soon as I finish I post here for y'all. I am not sure about this chapter. I may edit and change it around. Let me know what you think of it as I always consider what my followers say because y'all are the experts after all. :)
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Chapter 14
Sirens blasting, the emts were trying their best to revive the young woman they picked up moments ago. She looked frail and thin and they thought it to be pointless, but it was their duty to do all they could for her.
“Her pulse is weak but it’s there, listen Jack,” the head emt Larry told his newest partner. Jack did as instructed and he heard it as well. They began working harder on the woman until they reached the ER. They wheeled her in on the stretcher and transferred her to a bed and then their job was finished as the doctor and ER nurses took over. This is what they lived for; this is what their purpose in life was. The only thing that they always regret is they often don’t get to see the outcome for being called out to another emergency.
Dhira lethargically walked up to the window at the emergency room seeing her friend Donna working there.
“Hey D, I need to sign for a body of a Natasha Fischer. She should have been brought in a few minutes ago,” Dhira said with a heavy heart that felt like it had landed in her shoes.
“Dhira, we don’t have any corpses tonight. Are you sure she was brought here?” Donna asked her friend.
“Yes, Larry and Jack picked her up,” Dhira told the woman.
“Dhira, I know I am not supposed to, but I have to tell you she isn’t dead. They are working on her right now. No one has said a word because they are all busy working on her. That has to be a good sign right?” Donna asked.
“She-we thought she was already gone. I couldn’t get a pulse on her,” Dhira argued.
“I heard Jack say that her heartbeat was so faint that they could only hear it with a steth,” Donna commented.
“Oh my, do you know what this means? I have to stay here and wait it out before I call the family. I cannot give them false hope only for her to pass within minutes,” Dhira said as she in a dazed stated plopped into a plastic waiting chair.
In the meantime, Dhira called Jenn to let her know that the paperwork here at the hospital would be horrendous and not to expect her home any time soon. This bought some time while Dhira prayed harder than she ever has in the past. Natasha had become part of the family in the short time she had been there. She was a sweet girl that should be allowed many more years to roam the earth, she should have the opportunity to watch her daughter grow and blossom into a woman as all mothers wish to do.
Back at Dhira’s home…
Everyone had cried tears of sorrow for the loss of their friend Natasha. Daniel could take no more and left the room quickly. Jenn looked very worried about her brother, a look that was shared with Tricia.
“I will go check on him,” Tricia told Jenn. Jenn nodded knowing it was best to let his fiancé try to comfort him at this time. Tricia ran down the hall to Daniel’s room, the one that had been occupied by Natasha. She opened the door to see Daniel clutching the pillow that Natasha had last slept on. His flooded eyes looked to Jenn questioningly and troubled all at the same time as he kept her stare.
“What will I tell Christine? How will I explain that I didn’t love her mother, at least not like a dad should love a mom,” he pleaded with her.
“All that Christine needs to know is that she is loved, that you loved her mother and it doesn’t matter how that love existed. You know at first I was really jealous of Natasha, I was worried you would leave me for her simply because she gave birth to your baby or that you did love her in a romantic way. Now, I love Natasha and I know that the night that was shared between you two was magical and I can be okay with it. Do you know why? Because, it gave us all Christine, that baby is magic. We will do our best to explain to her when she begins questioning, I promise you that. But the only things she really needs is love from all of us and to know that her mother loved her as we all do,” I told him as I held him and we both cried; we cried for the loss of Natasha and we cried for Christine and our future.
