Short Story: Time Of Death

She held on tightly causing him naturally to pull her closer. He protectively held onto her. The sound of stomping alerted Kai of another presence. A light was turned on, and before he was a middle-aged woman who entered the room. She rubbed her eyes a couple of times to adjust to the brightness. She removed her fingers from her eyes revealing bloodshot colour. Her eyes quickly averted toward her daughter, as if Kai was invisible.

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

“We can’t tell at this point, but she will have to be coming to the hospital for awhile now.” the doctor says

"She isn't going to last much longer." I feel my body shaking. I can't see my mom any more as they lift me onto a bed. I count five doctors and four nurses.

“They’ll both die if we don’t do the surgery.” Lexie countered. “She’ll go into a coma and we probably won’t be able to wake her up.”

Peyton got to the door and slowly opened feeling the tension push on her chest with every inch the door opened. She walked in and dodged into the next room avoiding Mom.

Six... seven... eight. “You’re going to have to push harder than that! What’s her oxygen reading? Alright, let’s give her another dose of Epi.” Sweat was dripping down my face and adrenaline was rushing through my system. I was out of breath, but I pressed harder like the doctor asked. Twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty. “Okay, she’s tired, have someone switch off with her. Let’s keep going. I’ll go update the husband.” It had been forty minutes since the patient coded. Everyone had been exhausted from taking turns doing CPR. The patient’s face was pale and hands were ice cold. I wiped my sweat off and took a quick look at the patient’s face as I stepped down for the next person to do CPR. She looked like every other person that I probably could have met on the street, at the mall, or at a random restaurant. She was young. I watched silently as the EMT performed the compressions. The patient’s arms were hanging off the gurney, bobbing up and down

She edged her body along the wall trying to keep from frightening it further and eased downstairs to open

“Downstairs in the ER. One of the Monty’s got us here,” she replied. Now that she was safe, she started to shake. Great! Another panic attack.

“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

She stood there in the shadows and watched as Father entered the kitchen. From her view above she couldn’t view the entrance to the basement, but she knew he entered it from the loud rattle and slam of the door. More curious than ever about why Bianca was in the basement, Angela intended to find out.

Her feet padded by the thick rug running through the middle of the hall she came upon a door. Giving a quick turn of the head she was satisfied that no one was following her and no one appeared to be inside. Rolling through and lifting herself into a crouch she surveyed the surroundings. A large room with four entrances, completely empty apart from

Angela stood on the walk and looked up at the house. There, in the writing room window, stood Lillian. Her hand was pressed to the glass and she seemed

“The others did not know what to think, but Lucy was so excited that they all went back with her into the room. She rushed ahead of them, flinging open the door of the wardrobe and cried, "Now! Go in and see for yourselves.”

The next action for this patient is to defibrillate very soonest to stop the patient from going to cardiac arrest