“Trust me,” she said softly still enveloped in Albert’s arms as she quietly cried in his arms. They both waited in the room silently as people filed in and out of the area even in the middle of the night. It felt like an eternity before a doctor approached Leda and Dr. Farrage. Both of them got up in anticipation with a sliver of hope. The doctors expression was somber as she introduced herself, explained how her team tried their best to resuscitate Dr. Steele, and offered her condolences. Leda felt as though someone had struck her with a wrecking ball. She kept repeating, “this is all my fault” as she collapsed on the floor crying. The doctor helped Dr. Farrage pick her up and seat her on a chair. The doctor apologized for their loss again
As Braeden turned the last corner on the way to the hospital she felt her stomach turning. She knew she was doing this for someone she loved, though she'd expressed her opinion to her brother of taking care of their mother at home many times' with no success.
A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his
Scott and Katy followed quickly behind the ambulance, once they get into the emergency room they were told to sit in the waiting room. Katy continued to sob while biting her finger nails. The doctor came into the room “Scott Waters?” Scott stood up and Katy followed behind him. “Jamal is a very lucky kid, if the knife went one inch deeper his lungs would have filled will blood, which could have drown him in seconds.” The doctor informed them and invited them to visit Jamal. Their reactions were complete relief, when they got to his bed Scott asked “How’s it going kid?” Jamal gave him a look indicating that he was just fine because it hurt to speak. Katy was the only thing Jamal was thinking about; at this moment the two realized how much they liked one another. It became obvious to Scott that Jamal was there to protect his daughter; his respect for the kid grew stronger. Scott accepted the fact that they had something going on, jokingly he said, “Hey you two, no touching!” Katy softly kissed Jamal’s forehead and looked into his eyes with love. Jamal whispered in pain “Stay by me.” He reached for her
Derek screams while thrusting himself into a sitting position in the uncomfortable hospital bed, and the pain which he felt earlier commenced. A nurse ran in and began checking Derek’s vitals making sure that his body wasn't in shock or shutting down. “Your fine,” the nurse with bags under her gray eyes stated. “Don’t yell unless you are dying.”
On hands and knees, Drea and Carina crept over. Sobbing, they held one another and watched. All they could do was bear witness, and the helplessness shattered the last kernel of strength within
Elis pulled at the bandages over his arm and peeking up his neck. He walked through the halls of the medical ward until he found the room he was searching for. He hesitated, hands shaking and bile rising in his throat. His eyes were still red, as was the rest of his face. The constant rubbing made his skin raw and painful, the scrapes not helping any. He recalled the advice from that night, not to get too focused. It was lessoned he learned the hard way
The water erupted. William and Tabitha leaned back against the jets, letting the burst of water massage their lower backs. After a few minutes adjusting to the tub, Tabitha turned to William. “So, what do you think so far?”
Doctor after doctor entered and left Eleanor’s room. Everyone has been told to go outside and stay out of their way. While the others play a game of soccer, Logan is sitting, staring at the house. Everyone -- even Lynda -- is leaving him alone. With a frustrated sigh, Logan pulls out his cellphone and dials a number.
“The most important thing to remember is that what happened to you was not your fault,” Dr. Avis spoke in a soft voice. Danny cried harder at these words while the full impact of having delved back into a time in her life in which she had barely survived hit her.
“How could I have not?” Walker takes a step towards Willa. She’s shaking. “Did you really expect me to stand by and watch the person I love try to kill herself?” He grips her hands in his, holding them to his chest. Willa can feel the steady beat of his heart. She weakly attempts to pull away from his warm chest, but she finds that the effort needed isn’t worth it. She lets Walker hold her and brings her in
She needed to tell Adam that she was here. She mustered all of her strength and her family’s strength and concentrated it into her hand, softly squeezing Adam’s. She had done it, now all she had to do was let the doctors stabilize
Sammy watched the medics rush in as the machines surrounding Caroline began beeping at a loud and continual rate. He remembered being yanked away by the arm and remembers looking into the bloodshot tear-filled eyes of his aunt. He remembers that being the last time he saw his mother. He remembers it all too clearly because that day was a year ago.
Just like Newton's Third law of motion, for every action there is a reaction. This is a universal theme appears in three short stories. In the first story, “The Tell Tale Heart” the narrator wanted to never see the old man’s creepy eye again but he would have to kill the old man so he did, then his guilt overwhelmed him. In the second story, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”, the town’s people wanted everything to be perfect but there was a child who did not fit in so the child was locked up, then everyone was happy. In the third story, “The Sniper”, a republican sniper wanted to kill his enemies but his hiding spot was given away so he came up with a plan, then killed someone who he regrets. All of the short stories have a lesson that form their themes. First, "The Tell-Tale Heart" shows the lesson of peace requires sacrifice. Second, “"The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas" shows sacrifice is needed for happiness. Third, “The Sniper” shows inhumanity leads to tragic consequences.
I thought some piece of me would instinctively realize when she passed, especially since I knew the moment was imminent. But I did not. The nurse had to tell me. And just like that, the cautious optimism I had begun to let myself feel for the past ten days while they tried to give her just a few more weeks, burst.
Rory was taken to the to the hospital by a policewoman. At the hospital, Rory met a male nurse who informed Rory about his granda’s condition. Granda was weak due to excessive smoke inhalation. Rory was shocked to see his granda hooked up on so many drips and needles. The nurse assured Rory that his granda would be all right. Rory was assured when he touched his granda’s hand. It was warm. Seeing the steady breathing also gave Rory some relief. Rory sat alone in the room with his granda and said a prayer to the Big Man. He prayed for his granda to wake up. Val Jessup arrived at the hospital with some sandwiches for Rory. Val Jessup later sent Rory to Castle Street to put up for the night. Castle Street to put up for the night. Castle Street was a home for children and Rory feared going there.