code red ; one direction ff

chapter 1; 001

It all happened so fast. I thought I was a good driver. I mean like, a real good driver. I never once ran a red light or continued driving by a stop sign. I followed the rules, so today I decided to bend them.

All I thought was: what's the worse that can happen?

Well, the worse did happen.

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THIRD PERSON

"She's going into hypovolemic shock, we got to hurry her into OR 2." One of the paramedics said as he held the IV bag firmly in his grasp. He kept pumping it so that enough flowed into Allison's vessels. They enter through the hospital doors in a panic and a in a rush.

Her senses were dull and were weakening by the minute, even the paramedics who were trying to save her life knew that she had a low chance of walking out of this hospital alive. "Get Dr. Prescott. Page him! He needs to preform her surgery."

"David, Dr. Prescott is already in a middle of a surgery right now--" The nurse stammers not sure if she wants to argue with a paramedic now.

"This girl has about 5% chance of living and I don't want to lose her to that 95% and page him, God-damn it." With that command, the nurse complied and paged the doctor.

"David, we need to take an MRI test, there might be brain damage. Possibly near the stem of her brain."

"If there's brain damage we need to get the neurosurgeon. Page Dr. Benson."

"On it," One nurse responded.

"We need to move fast--now!"

"Possibilities of internal bleeding, we might need to do an appendectomy. Also I think there is bleeding in her lower abdomen which can be fatal."

"Let's move!" David, the paramedic, holding Allison's IV bag, demanded as they wheeled the gurney into the OR, second room. Some nurses were already there setting up the tools. Dr. Prescott hurries in as soon as the pediatrics slowly roll Allison off of the gurney on to the surgical table.

As Dr. Prescott pulls a mask over his mouth and slides his hands into surgical gloves he rushes into the room.

"What do we got here?"

"Patient identified as Allison McRose, twenty-two, female with possible internal bleeding and injuries, fractures in her ankle and possible brain damage near the stem."

"Poor girl," Dr. Prescott mutters.

The nurses connect the wires to her frail body so they can control and know her blood pressures and BP levels.

Once they connected her, one of the machines immediately began beeping. "Dr. Prescott! Her BP levels are dropping dramatically!"

ALLISON'S POV

I don't know where I am. I hear voices though, talking, something about surgery. Where I am now, it's dark. I don't quite recall the accident, but I know well enough that I was speeding higher than the limit.

I was enjoying the moment too much. I guess I liked the feeling of how fast the car went that I didn't realize that the car in front of me stopped and I ran into them.

"You killed them," I whisper to myself. There is no one here with me. The darkness is suffocating and frightening, like something out of a horror movie. Strangely, I get this familiarity that I have been here before. But how?

"You're not ready to know how," A deep voice echoes.

My heart stops and I freeze. The hairs on my neck stand as chills travel down from my neck to my legs. My mind immediately triggers itself to go into panic mode.