Disavowed but Not Forgotten (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 Fanfiction) ✓

Chapter 11

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Again, I gratefully accept constructive criticism as a means to help me develop my skills as a writer.

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Chapter 11

Lieutenant Williams entered Hôpital d'instruction des armées Percy situated on the outskirts of Paris, France. This military hospital takes care of both civilian and military personnel especially during the current time of crisis. Williams started searching for the Intensive Care Unit as she presumed Daniels would be recovered there due to having sustained heavy injury. She fiddled with the patrol cap between her fingers as she read the signs on a hospital corner.

"Downstairs," she thought.

The others remained at the base under her orders. They were devastated at what happened to Daniels but they tried not to show it. Williams herself felt distraught that one of them got injured under her command. She huffed in frustration and searched for Daniels' room. She didn't even bother asking at the nurse's station as it was overwhelmed with people asking for assistance or information. It was understandable seeing that half of Paris was lying in ruins including the Eiffel Tower.

Daniels was lying unconscious in bed with an oxygen mask over face and an IV drip attached to her. Something else caught her eye as she approached her friend; the nurses were panicking over her and realized why. The heart monitor was not showing the constant peaks and troughs but rather an irregular rhythm.

"Shit," whispered Williams, "she's going into V-fib."

Williams waited but no doctor appeared just more nurses bringing in the crash cart into the room.

"Where's the doctor on call?!" she inquired.

"We don't know," replied one of the nurses with a heavy French accent.

"Goddammit."

She grabbed a pair of latex gloves and put them on. She checked Daniels' airway and felt her carotid artery in her neck for a pulse.

"No pulse; starting chest compressions," she said.

"What are you doing?!" asked one of the nurses.

"I'm a medic and I'm not letting my friend die!"

Williams started administering CPR as one of the nurses attached the pads on Daniels' chest.

"Come on baby girl, you can do it."

When she counted up to thirty, Williams moved back. The nurse shouted 'clear' and shocked Daniels' heart.

"Dammit come on," murmured Williams on the verge of desperation. "Don't do this to me, Clare."

She continued chest compressions as the nurses injected drugs into the IV drip. The heart monitor was still beeping irregularly causing Williams to swear even more. The doctor came rushing in and urged her to move to the side but she ignored him. He didn't arrive on time to save her friend; she was not letting Daniels' life in his hands that's for sure.

"Clear!"

After ten minutes of chest compressions, injecting drugs and shocking the heart, there was the dreadful sound Williams was hoping she wouldn't hear.

A long, endless beep. She was flatlining.

Daniels was dead.

She stepped back slowly. It couldn't be; it was not happening. She was just in a bad dream that's all. Daniels will wake up and laugh as nothing had happened. Yes, that is it.