The day after, Leah and Vanz were sitting at home when the phone rang. Vanz answered it and nodded a few times, "Okay, i'll tell her." She hung up.
"Leah! You gotta go in, there's a problem and you are the only certified one there!" Vanz called from the kitchen.
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As Leah ran through the hospital she heard a woman yelling and screaming in what sounded like Spanish. She got to the room and one of the nurses looked terrified. She looked at Leah, "She has been like this since she got here this morning."
Leah stepped forward towards the patient, "Ma'am, you need to calm down."
"No!" the woman's accent was thick, but living with a British and a French men it was easy to make it out, "You no know what is wrong with me! You send me away when I am sick! I hate doctors!"
Leah got closer, "Let go of her."
The nurses and techs let go of the woman and Leah put her hand on the bed, "Ma'am, I'm not going to-" she was cut off by the woman's nails scratching across her face.
The other nurses attempted to grab the woman bout Leah waved them off. "You no do nothing!" The woman said.
"Ma'am I am not leaving this hospital until you have a diagnosis. I promise."
The woman started yelling in Spanish as Vanz rushed in, dressed in her EMT uniform, "Savanna!" she wasn't going to use her nickname in a professional environment, "I need a translator, you speak relatively good Spanish right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I need you to translate what she is saying to me and translate what I am saying to her. She obviously isn't getting it-."
Suddenly, the woman seized up and fell backwards onto the bed and showed several signs of a heart attack. Leah started barking orders and moving around, "Get a defibrillator!" she yelled and started naming off several other things. She started doing CPR and watching the monitor, but the woman had flatlined. Two nurses came in with the defibrillator and put the patches on the woman's chest as Leah was doing compressions. "Charge to two hundred." She said. "All clear!" she yelled as everyone stepped back and the tech set off the machine. After a few more times the woman was still flatlined and Leah nodded, signaling to turn off all of the machines.
The room was deathly silent as Leah left the room and confronted the family members outside in the waiting area. The people at the front desk watched as Leah told the family what had happened. It broke her heart, seeing the fifteen year old girl break down into sobs. She had known what it felt like to be told the news her mother was gone.
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Leah sat in the break room and stared at her hands, she wasn't really hungry after that. The woman had been fine one minute and then flatlined the next before she had time to move. The morgue would do a full autopsy on the woman to find out what had happened, she knew, but it disturbed her. In the two years she had been working there, nothing like that had happened.
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White Lines
Teen FictionSTOP! READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY: Boys can have the same problems girls have. Boys can self harm, be depressed, hate their lives, hate themselves, be lonely, anything that a girl can be. No, that does not make those boys pussies or faggots...