The Book Of Random Stuff[OLD]

A continuation of that other thing I wrote

The doors to the Portshill hospital flew open as tons of doctors wheeled inside a patient on a stretcher, speeding down the halls at a neck-breaking pace. A middle-aged mother was hot on their heels.

Most people in the waiting room would've complained at once in his the patient got a room at once, but when they saw all the gasping and puffing he was doing, the rush to get him admitted was understandable. From the looks of it, the kid was near death.

If June could take Ollie's place, then she would do it in a heartbeat. Hearing him cry out weakly for her, probably scared from the swarm of doctors surrounding him, it tugged on her heartstrings. At the end of the day, the woman knew that they were just doing their jobs, and interfering would only delay them. She hated to say it, but time wasn't exactly something that Ollie had right now. They gave him an oxygen mask, but it wasn't doing a thing. He was still complaining about a lack of air.

"...13-year-old male, 109 lbs, difficulty breathing, and there's a widespread rash."

She must've zoned out. They were now in a room, and she winced slightly to the bright lights. A new doctor was in the room while a nurse described to him all of the symptoms.

"Let's get him some epinephrine, increase the oxygen, some cortisone, and Albuterol. Let's make it quick, too."

June's stomach dropped. All at that stuff had to be given through a needle, and if she knew Ollie...

Please don't let there be any trouble.

All hell broke loose as soon as the first needle was presented. When one of the doctors tried to inject it in his arm, he flinched away, meekly hitting his hand away.

"No...stop..."

"Just relax son, it'll only be a pinch," the doctor breathed, trying again. This time, he held his right arm in place before lifting the needle back up, preparing to inject it.

Nobody expected Ollie to start screaming.

He began to squirm and thrash around in an attempt to get the hell out of there, and while it seemed like a childish reaction... June couldn't blame him. He was feeling awful, he felt like he was dying, and being surrounded by a bunch of strangers he didn't know who was trying to stick him with needles was only spiking his anxiety. Three doctors were holding him down now, and they were visibly struggling. Honestly, they didn't expect such a scrawny boy to be so strong.

"GET OFF! MOM, GET THEM OFF, THEY WON'T LET GO!"

"Pumpkin, they aren't gonna hurt you..."

"NO."

The ill child started to scream bloody murder, kicking like mad as he hoped to get the strangers to let go. Was this due to the oxygen deprivation? A nurse nervously held the needle this time, while a doctor held down Ollie's arm the best he could. They, unfortunately, didn't have enough staff to grab his legs. They just didn't have the heart to ask the mother to do it.

"Hurry, Mrs. Scott," ushered one doctor, gritting his teeth as his grip began to loosen.

"Is that a good idea...?"

"For the love of God, just do it!"

She injected the shot at one go, gently pushing the syringe in and slowly releasing the fluid. Like magic, the screaming stopped and his limbs became feeble. The doctors slowly let go and sighed with ease, seeing that the treatment had knocked Ollie out.

"It's better if he's not awake at the moment. He nearly hurt himself last time."

"Is he gonna be alright?" June asked, her back to the wall. Chills ran down her arm at the sudden stillness, seeing her pale, unconscious son sprawled on a hospital bed. The nurse increased the oxygen as the main doctor, Dr. Ortega she read on his tag, nodded reassuringly. "Oh, yes! The lack of air must've made Oliver delirious. Just a few more shots and he should be fine."