bleeding tears

Trouble in the air

Chloe's POV:

The unconscious man opened his eyes and looked at me. "Oh hey Bryan, I'm Chloe. I'm going to help you", I whispered and pressed his hand.

I thought for a minute. The man has had a seizure and he was an alcoholic. The two things didn't need to have anything to do with each other but if they did then this could only be one thing: Acute liver failure.

I couldn't be sure but if my predictions were right this man was close to death. Soon his liver would give up and the other organs would follow.

Now I heard Bryan cough and choke. He had trouble breathing and if I didn't do anything now he would suffocate within the next minutes.

"I need a first-aid-kid. Immediately!", I yelled.

One of the stewardesses rushed and grabbed one from the cupboard next to the cockpit. As soon as she handed it to me I opened it and searched for the things I needed in order to do a Tracheotomy.

I found bandages and disinfectants. I needed a knife but we were on a plane so I suspected nobody had a knife with them.

"Does anybody have a sharp object with them?", I asked, nervously fiddling with the bandages between my fingers.

"I got a mirror, maybe if we break it we can use the glass?", a middle aged woman let me know and gave me her little mirror.

I threw it to the ground and it shattered into a million pieces. I took the largest one and sterilized it.

The last thing I needed was some kind of tube. Cautiously I looked around and found my eyes on the straw that was tingling in the boy's water cup. I reached for it and sterilized this one as well.

I sat on top of the heavily breathing man and took a few deep breaths myself. I sprayed some disinfectant on his throat.

"I'm so sorry, Bryan. This is gonna hurt, but you'll be able to breathe after", I made clear to him.

I placed the sharp piece of the broken mirror on his throat. The plane was shaking and I had trouble keeping my hand still.

My thoughts wandered to Beca. I remembered her calm blue eyes and her warm-hearted smile.

I counted to three before I slit a hole and stuck in the straw.

The man inhaled deeply and I was able to see the tension leave his body. I wrapped the bandages around the straw in order to stabilize it and keeping it from falling out.

But this plane needed to land. I knew he wouldn't survive much longer without real medical care. There wasn't more I could do for him on this plane without making things worse.
I stood up.

"Miss", I heard a voice but I couldn't identify where it was coming from, "you are bleeding."

I frowned, confused about the words. Now I felt some kind of liquid on the back of my head. I touched the spot I had fallen on with my fingers. A sharp pain rushed through my head forcing me to let out a silent groan. When I pulled back, taking a look at my hand it was covered in blood.
"Damn it", I muttered.

But I didn't have time for that now.

"Is everybody else alright?", I shouted through the room and I saw a few people holding ice packs, the stewardesses had given away, against parts of their bodies because they had fallen or gotten hit by one of the suitcases which were flying uncontrolled through the aisle of the plane. Many were crying and some even panicking.
But nobody else was seriously injured.

"Listen you need to take that damn plane down right now or this man is gonna die right here", I expressed to the stewardess who had handed me the first-aid-kid earlier.

"That's not possible, Ma'am", she answered and turned away but I grabbed her arm feeling anger rising inside of me. When it came to patients dying fun was over for me.

"Are you even hearing what I am saying!?", I argued.

"I'm sorry but the plane can't be landed right now", the woman repeated.

"I wanna talk to the pilot", I protestet. A swing of the plane almost made me fall again but this time I held on to the back of the seat next to me, managing to keep my balance.

"You cannot talk to-", she began but I already found myself banging against the door of the cockpit.

"What's going on?", I heard a male voice from inside asking. Only a few seconds later the door opened and the co-pilot was standing in front of me. The pilot busy flying the plane. Something seemed off.

"You should sit down and put on your seatbelt", he declared.

"No there is a man, he is dying and he needs to get to the hospital right now. I'm a doctor but I cannot do much for him up in the air. You need to land this aircraft", I blurted out without taking a single breath between my words.

The man looked at me. His face expressing fear and pain. His stare was cold and empty. Goosebumps covering my body when he finally started to speak: "Miss...we won't be able to help this man anyways. We won't be able to help anyone."

I didn't quite understand what he was trying to say.

"This plane is gonna crash", his words shot through my body as if someone has just fired a gun.

There'll be some Bechloe soon again but I hope you enjoy it anyways🙏🏻