Paging Dr. Adams

Chapter Five

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Emily slept more of the day. Nurses kept coming in to check her vitals and check on her. It had been hours since her visit with Dr. Adams. When it came time to clean her wounds she shed even more tears. The pain medicine could only do so much when someone was cleaning holes in your body. Depression set in as she finally looked at herself, seeing ever cut and stitch. Around two in the afternoon she had visitors.

"Oh, honey!" Emily's mom came through the door and rushed over to her. Emily's flood gates opened again, and she cried with her mom as her dad came in. He kept his distance, hovering over the two most important women in his life.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Her mom brushed her greasy, untamed haired from her face and looked at her with concern.

"It's awful, mom. I'm so broken!"

"Honey, it will all turn out fine. You're alive, and you can heal." Emily heard them, but nothing could help the awful feeling she had. After all, she did this to herself. It was her stupid decision to get in the car.

"No, it's not fine! This is my fault, I did this to myself! I should have never gotten in with Charles. Oh. Wait, what happened to him?" From the time she remembered the accident, she never once thought of what happened to the charming driver. Emily's mom looked away and her dad hesitated before answering.

"Sweety, you were the only one hurt to this extent. Charles is fine, he only suffered from a mild concussion and some bruising. The other driver has neck injuries and some cuts but you were the most severely injured." She let the news sink in and suddenly became furious.

"You mean I am the only one suffering? That bastard, he should be in this bed!" She gripped her hands into fists and let out a scream of frustration.

"He will be in jail for his actions and for your injuries. He is not getting away from this."

"I don't care! He should be in a hospital bed as well, not out, in jail. He can walk, and move his arms, and eat! I can't do anything! I can't even pee!"

"Honey, I'm so sorry you're going through this. You will get better. We will make sure to help you." Emily calmed enough to take a look at her mother. She was still pretty, with darker hair than her. They shared the same green eyes, and soft face features.

Only, Emily's mom was aging. Her mom had Emily in her mid-thirties and her age was showing now that Emily was getting older. Her hair was now gray, rather than the dirty blond it once was, and the lines were showing in her face. She looked good for a woman in her early sixties, but Emily knew there would not be much that her mom could do to help her recovery. Her father was still working and would not be around, so Emily would be alone on her journey to recovery.

"You guys are right, I'll be fine. I'm stronger than this. I will pull through. I love you."

"We love you, too, honey."

Emily's parents stayed until almost 5, before they had to go and begin their drive home. They promised to visit the next set of days her father had off, and wished their daughter well. With no one to talk to, Emily fell back into a not-so-happy mood and watched crime shows. Around seven in the evening a knock on the door brought her out of her crime stupor. She expected to see tiffany run in, but was surprised to find her savior.

"Hello Dr..." Emily stopped when she realized he had never told her who he was.

"Adams. Dr. Jason Adams." Emily took in the small bit of information about him and committed it to memory. The man had saved her so she thought he at least deserved for her to remember his name.

"So, Emily, I need to take a look at your injuries and see how they're healing. I want to make sure there is no infections starting." Emily's heart stopped a moment as she realized he would have to look at her naked body, covered with dings and cuts, stiches and bruises. She had wiring covering her chest, a catheter in her lady parts, an IV hooked to her, and she had to look horrible to boot. She hadn't wanted the nurses to see her like this, let alone the cute male doctor that saved her.

"Oh, um, alright."

She tightened her lips as he pulled the sheet from her body. To Emily, Jason seemed to be doing a professional job, his eyes sweeping over her injuries and making soft noises of approval when they were fine and healing properly, but she didn't notice how his eyes lingered longer than needed. Jason was astonished that a woman could still be as beautiful as she was, even with marks on her skin. He was glad the bastard that caused her this heartache was paying for it. Jason pulled the sheet back over her, noticing the redness in her cheeks. He didn't comment on it.

"You seem to be healing well. Your body is already doing its job of sealing your wounds. Is there anything you need from me, Emily?"

"No, I'm just glad I'm healing." Jason nodded.

"Alright, if there is anything you need, be sure to ask one of the nurses." Jason left then, leaving Emily alone to her own thoughts.

Several days passed and nothing had changed for Emily. Her parents went back to their home town, leaving Emily to spend most of her days alone. It wasn't their fault that they couldn't afford to stay, but Emily hated the slowness. The world was carrying on without her, her friends' busy schedules keeping them from visiting often. Depression was sinking in more every day and even though her body was healing, her mind was not. Her mind sunk so deep into itself that she became a robot, allowing the nurses and doctors to do what they needed.

It was extremely hard to see a patient go through such difficult times. The fact that Jason was the one who saved her, worked on her for hours, only seemed to make things harder. He saw Emily's hope declining. The nurses did as well. Her body was healing amazingly well, but he knew nothing about this woman would ever be the same. Today, he checked her wounds and Emily didn't speak a word to him. She only nodded her head as permission for him to look. Emily has turned into a broken soul and he hated that. When he left her room, a crying girl was almost headed in. It was tiffany, if he remembered correctly. Emily didn't need any other negative things, so he stopped her.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Tiffany's tear filled eyes looked up at him and her sobs didn't slow.

"Emily lost her job! The magazine won't hold her position while she is in recovery. I didn't even know they could do this! Emily is the best damn writer there, and they're throwing away her position." Jason's heart dropped. As if she wasn't going through enough, now she won't have anything to go back to. He knew what it ultimately meant for her, now that she had no job. She would lose her apartment, her insurance. Her life would torn apart even more. This woman he did his best to save would still be losing her life.

"Please calm before you go in. She doesn't need any more negative behavior around. I know you need to tell her, but please. Break it to her gently." He waited to Tiffany to agree before he walked off, trying his best to concentrate on his other work.