Just A Little Hole

"What do we have?" Miles called to the paramedic that stepped out of the ambulance. Lucy Miles was a twenty seven year old in her fourth year of residency at Bertram Memorial Hospital. A red stethoscope was pulled from around her neck as she stepped closer to a gurney with a man on it. The man looked to be in his mid thirties, he was pale, he looked dead, and he was soaked as well. His lips were a faint blue, and his eyes were closed, water was still dripping from his lashes.

"Luke Williams, thirty seven year old male, found at Brady's Lake under a canoe. He has an incision about an inch deep, vertical on his right wrist. He was found with a suicide note and his wallet." The paramedic spoke fast and clear, as she was talking, Miles was listening for breath sounds, checking his pulse, making sure he was still alive. To all of their surprise, the man who looked as if he should be dead, was still alive.

"I need warm IV fluids and blankets, bring them to trauma room 3, fast!" Miles called, the cut in his wrist was about three quarters of an inch deep, it wasn't enough to kill him, and he could still be stitched up. Nurses came in quickly after, the brought the fluids and the blankets, and soon, Mr. Williams was warmed up. His hands were tied to the bed as a safety precaution, and his wife was called. They should have checked him into the psychiatric ward, and that should've been it. It should've been the end of treating him...

...But it was only the beginning.