The Older Man Part II

Chapter 28

Room 2217

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VINCENT'S POINT OF VIEW

I watched with worry in my eyes as the paramedics rushed Cheyenne out of the ambulance and into the side entrance of the hospital.

After navigating down a hallway or two, we arrived at the emergency room section of the hospital, where a nurse asked what the current situation was.

The paramedic I spoke with in the ambulance answered the nurse. He told her how Cheyenne had been lingering in and out of consciousness, how deep into her pregnancy she was, and how early her water had broken. The blood dripping along the inside of her thigh was also mentioned.

I could see how the nurse tried to maintain professionalism, but she looked a bit concerned after hearing Cheyenne's vitals from the paramedic.

It was at that moment that I wished I understood what they were talking about. I had no level of comprehension when it came to medical terms and I desperately wish I did. It might help ease my stress and panic on Cheyenne (and Camilla's) behalf.

The nurse spoke with the paramedic for a bit longer before asking me if we reserved a private room. I told her yes.

As soon as Cheyenne found out the nearest hospital offered 'labor suites,' she told me she wanted one for when the baby came. We immediately registered for one around her due date, but now I was worried it wouldn't be available due to how soon the baby was coming.

"We'll have to admit her into another room," the nurse told me, "yours won't be available until nearer her due date which won't really help you now," she shrugged her shoulders.

"We'll get her into a room where a doctor can at least see her and go from there," she informed me.

The paramedic left while the nurse led me to the room Cheyenne would be in. She wheeled Cheyenne's limp body down the hallway through a maze of corridors before finally arriving at an empty room.

Everything was set up nicely and the room smelt of fresh sterilization. I watched as she began hooking Cheyenne up to various machines that began to beep.

With every beeping sound that bounced off the walls, I felt my stomach twist into a giant knot.

My mind went blank with fear as I watched Cheyenne laying in bed, practically lifeless. When my mind was my own again, I was greeted with the sight of multiple nurses aiding Cheyenne.

I opened my mouth to ask what was going on but I was cut off by one of the nurses.

"Her heart rate's dropping," a blonde nurse called out, causing the other nurse to respond with some medical terminology that escaped my knowledge.

"Levels don't look good," the male nurse to my right called out.

I didn't want to interrupt them doing their job, but I wanted to know what was happening. I couldn't tell by the focused looks on their faces that it was something that needed lots of tending to. I just wanted answers. And I wanted them now.

"What does that mean?" I asked. The nurses ignored me and continued with their protocol. "Excuse me, what does that mean? What's wrong? Is she gonna be alright?" I voiced my concern with a trembling voice.

"Sir, I'm gonna need you to stand back please," the male nurse directed before continuing with what he was doing.

"Tell me what's going on," I said, "what's wrong?" I added.