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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 6:41:53 GMT
The nurse came in that morning, intending on just checking up on her two patients and preparing Diane for leaving. She walked through the door, her eyes gliding to Diane's empty bed, and wandering over to Brendan's full one. She gave a slightly disapproving glance, before she stepped forwards. Her foot almost slipped against the floor, as she looked down. A trail of clear liquid ran across the floor, and as she looked up she could see the source; an empty IV hung with the needle swaying too and fro. It was clear from the amount of liquid on the floor that it had barely been used.
She rolled her eyes, angered by the lack of appreciation of the medical supplies and the ignorance of the girl. She couldn't have known that the IV contained not only antibiotics, but the only nutrition that she could have.
She walked quickly to the side of Diane's bed, whispering "Diane, wake up! We have to give you that IV before you leave!"
Diane murmured under her breath, keeping her eyes closed and pushing herself closer to Brendan, refusing to wake into the world of pain. She was going to stay with Brendan no matter what, no one could take that away from her. Her skin was almost hot enough to scold, and she was too tired to tell that she was pulling herself closer to Brendan's wounds. "No.... can't... take...." she tried to whisper, though her throat burned with every word.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 6:50:01 GMT
Brendan heard someone talking, and diane mumbling something and opened his eyes. He looked at Diane, her face red, probably from her fever. Her body was hot to the touch, probably trying to fight off some infection. And Brendan wasnt ready to loose her. Not now. Not ever.
"Diane, baby.." He pulled her closer, wiping her hair from her face. He looked down at her, her beauty taking him aback, as it always seemed to do when he looked at her. "Diane.. Youre burning up.." He shook her gently, realizing why she was so cold. And being bundled up with him had only made matters worse. He pushed the blanket away, shivering at the cold air as he looked down at her worriedly.
"Baby.." He shook her gently, sitting up. He knew she was in pain, saw it etched into her beautiful features, and it killed him.
"Cant you see shes hurt?! What are you doing just standing around?! Give her something!" He pulled her into his lap, trying not to pull out his own IV. He rocked her gently.
"I love you.." He whispered in her ear, brushing her hair back over her shoulder.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 6:59:10 GMT
The nurse stumbled back, seeing the reaction from Brendan. She had heard that this boy had been particularly violent to the other nurses, and she was not prepared to get on his bad side. She nodded quickly, as she jogged to the other side of the room, and calling a doctor.
The doctor walked in quickly, walking over to the bed as the nurse explained to him quickly, "She must have taken out her IV last night. She refused to take food, and hasn't had anything sustainable since-" The doctor shushed her quickly, running to get another IV as he pressed it into her arm.
Diane moaned and tried to hold onto Brendan, her fingers clutching but feeling so numb that she tried again and again to hold onto him. It was so cold, and she was so tired. She cried out as the quilt was taken away, trying desperately to claw it back around herself.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 31, 2010 7:07:12 GMT
Brendan held her close, pressing his body to her thin frame. He just wished she would be better, even if it meant he would have to spend the rest of this week alone in this hospital room. He pulled the quilt over her shoulders, rocking her gently as he tried to warm her, knowing that her getting warm would probably worsen the fever, but he just couldnt see her so cold and desperate.
"Im here.." He whispered, rocking her gently, pressing his lips gently to her forehead. He wished that for once, he could make everything better, make all the bad things go away, and take away Dianes pain. But he knew he couldnt, that he would never be able to truly comfort her. But he was determined to try. To him, this wasnt just any girl he was holding in his arms, trying to make better. To him this was his life, his future, his dreams. This was his Diane and by the grace of God, he would try his hardest to keep it that way and to make her better.
"Im here, baby.." He whispered, pulling the blanket tighter around her as he wrapped his arms around her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 31, 2010 7:22:02 GMT
The Doctor and nurse watched them both carefully, realising that they both had to watch very carefully to see exactly what was wrong with her. If it was simply an infection, the antibiotics would help her. Her starvation had meant that her immune system was severely weakened, and it was possible that the antibiotics would hardly work, or take a long long time.
"Why would she do this to herself...?" the nurse asked under her breath, turning to the doctor.
The doctor looked between the couple, seeing it with a wise eye. "I knew that we should have put them in separate rooms...." he answered, with a meaningful look at Brendan.
Diane, finally wrapped in the warmth but without feeling anything but the cold, curled back into Brendan, desperate to never let him go. She was in pain, more than she would have expected; she hadn't intended for anything like this. She just wanted to be weak, kept by Brendan's side and not the other way around. "Bre-" she coughed, her throat seizing as a shudder rattled through her chest.
The doctor and nurse looked at each other, realising then that she needed to be moved. The doctor came by her side, putting an arm around her as he told Brendan politely to let her go, "Brendan, we need to get her to intensive care." The nurse wheeled Diane's bed closer to Brendan's, calling for more help to move her.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 2:07:19 GMT
Brendan saw the looks from the doctor, the rude look he gave Brendan. He heard his remark, heard how bad he wanted to hurt them. Or maybe it was just from lack of sleep. He saw the doctor grab Diane, tried to pull her frail, then frame from him. But Brendan just wouldnt let her go. He couldnt let her go. He needed her. He needed her here with him.
"No. No! You cant take her! You cant! You cant! Youre going to kill her! Youre going to kill her just like youre trying to do to me! She didnt do this! She didnt do this to herself! Youre all crazy! Youre evil! Give me back my Diane! Give her back!" He screamed, tears welling up in his eyes as they tried to pull her away from him, tried to rip her from his arms. "You cant have her!"
He wrapped his arms around her, burrying his face in her neck, whispering to her. "Diane, I love you. I love you so much. Diane.. Youre my life.. I-Ill always love you.."
He squeezed her gently, tears falling down his pale cheeks as he looked at his girlfriend, the pale girl in his arms. And he felt his heart break, thinking this could possibly be the last time he saw her. He pressed his lips to her gently, wishing this could all go away.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 2:23:28 GMT
Diane murmurred under her breath, feeling Brendan's arms tightly around her, the pressure hurting her sore muscles, but refusing to pull away, burying herself deeper to his chest. She coughed again, a chesty cough which sounded like it was tearing through her lungs and throat. Her breathing was deepening and getting heavier with every struggle, until one of the nurses finally came and put an oxygen mask on her face.
"Brendan, if we don't help her now the infection could spread," the doctor tried to justify. He knew that he could tear them apart, force Brendan to stay and take Diane away, but both would probably end up harming themselves further. "We're trying to save her, Brendan. We're trying to help her but we can't do it here. We can only guess she never intended to be so ill; its surprisingly common for those in hospital to fake their illnesses longer to stay close to those still here, sometimes they can make themselves worse." the doctor tried to explain. "We can save her, and she can come straight back here, just please let us do our job."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 2:35:00 GMT
Brendan shook his head, but let her go, his fear growing worse as he saw her wheeled away, looking more pale and helpless than ever. It killed him to see her so hurt, to see her in so much pain. He realized that in the process of them tearing Diane away, they had pulled out his IV. And with all the nurses and doctors gone to tend to Diane, there was no one to put it back in. He leaned over the side of his bed, watching the thin liquid flow from the small hole in the needle, realizing how disgusting it really was. He watched it form a small puddle, then a larger one until it joined the mess Dianes own IV had made. Something in the back of his mind told him he should call the nurse and ask her to put it back in, but he didnt want to, didnt care if he got well or not. He wanted a shower now, feeling gross as he watched the two clear liquids join as one. He wondered vaugely if thats how babies were formed, two completely diffrent things molding together to make one amazing creature. Or in the case of the puddle, one amazing mess. He shook the thought from his bed, knowing he shouldnt be thinking about children, knowing he probably couldnt have any even if he wanted them. But that was life. And what was he to do?
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 2:46:32 GMT
The nurse came in after Diane was wheeled away. Although it couldn't be heard, it was clear that as they had torn her away Diane was trying to scream, trying to tear herself away and back to Brendan. But they had expected as much, and the affects of her injections was starting to calm her into rest by the time she was half way down the corridor.
The nurse looked at the floor, as a man came behind her with a mop bucket and began cleaning up. She quickly walked to Brendan's bed, putting the IV back. "Repeating her actions isn't going to make her better," she told him in a stiff voice as the tube slid back into his arm, "She's in this mess because she didn't want to get well without you being well. Do you think she'd get better if you weren't strong enough to be with her?" she asked, not really expecting an answer.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 3:04:23 GMT
Brendan glared at the woman, his anger growing to a boil. He was honestly starting to think this whole hospital staff was crazy.
"Bitch! You think I tore out my own IV! You whores did it when you tried to rip Diane out of my arms!" He screamed at her, his face growing red. Not from embarassment, but from lack of air. For some reason unknown to him, he was finding it harder and harder to breathe each time the opened him up. And it was beginning to get on his nerves.
"You call yourselves a nursing staff? Youre nothing but a bunch of women yearning to get laid. You wouldnt know medicine -healing- if it came and ate your arms off. You tramps take this as a joke. Hurting people? Isnt that against your code? Not one of you, other than that one nurse, have even given the slightest care about Diane or I. Youre nothing but a bunch of idiots. You cant even do the jobs you were hired for.."
He rolled onto his side, finding it harder than ever to breathe.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 3:13:54 GMT
The nurse frowned at him, but still resisted making the injection hurt, "I merely meant that you should have let one of us know if the IV came out, that's all," she said, trying to sound as cool as she could. She was used to having abuse thrown at her; it came with the job title, and she was used to it from both the doctors and the patients, who both seemed to think they could do their jobs better than she.
"We're not all the same, you know." she tried to defend herself meakly as she looked down at his chart. "And the majority of us are overworked and underpaid, so excuse us for being a little less charming at times." she instructed. She looked down, hearing her pager, and reading it off quickly. "A doctor should be coming in soon to talk to you." she told him quickly, her lips drawn into a thin line.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 3:19:11 GMT
Brendan shook his head, not wanting to talk to anyone but Diane. His chest was heavy and he felt as if there was some sort of weight on his chest. And he didnt like it, one bit. He pulled his knees to his chest, finding it odd that he didnt hear his scabs cracking or his stitched popping. Then again, he probably didnt have any scabs yet. But he was sure to have many of scars once he was finished with this hospital visit. He wanted to go home now. Wanted to take Diane with him and the two of them live happily ever after.
Youre not in a fairy tale-
Brendan grabbed the whistle he kept on the chain around his neck and blew it with all his might, silencing his brother. If the spirit had ear drums, they were surely shattered now. And Brendan could care less.
"I love you, Diane.." He whispered.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 3:30:37 GMT
The nurse nodded to herself understanding his anguish but really being helpless. She offered him a sympathetic smile, and took a step back, as the doctor came in.
The doctor had a troubled look on his face; that much was clear as soon as he stepped in. He ran a hand nervously through his hair, keeping a distance away from the bed. He didn't want to get to close, knowing that Brendan would probably react violently, as he had done recently. Nor did he even want to tempt him to move too much. He started, his voice clear and confident, though it showed sympathy, "Diane is not responding to the anti-biotics we gave her. We believe that her malnutrition has weakened her immune system, and she's fighting a virus which has caused her pneumonia. We have run out of options. All we can do is wait for her to fight the virus herself. The only way she'll manage that is if she can keep the IV and nutrition we are trying to give her, but she refuses it all. We... need you to convince her to take it." the doctor said, obviously a little uncomfortable with asking the help of her patients. "Its either that or a chemically induced coma until the symptoms subside, but her chances of waking unharmed would be slim."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 3:40:27 GMT
Brendan felt like crying, screaming, and tearing himself to shreads all at the same time. He didnt know how to react, didnt know how to react at the underlying fact that Diane was really dying. This wasnt a dream, wasnt a play. This was real.
"She cant die! She cant! You have to fix her! You have to! Thats what youre here for, isnt it? Isnt it?!" He murmured. What was trying to come out as a scream was becoming a mumble, then a whisper as he felt his throat closing. Maybe they were trying to kill them both, kill everyone in the hospital. Or maybe they were both just too sick to fix.
"Youre supposed to fix her! To make her better! And shes gotten nothing but worse since she came here! What are you doing to my Diane?! Why arent you fixing her?!" He cried as tears streamed down his cheeks, his throat beginning to burn.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 3:48:15 GMT
The doctor looked at Brendan softly, taking a daring step forwards as he tried to cool him down, "Please, Brendan, we are trying to save her, and we're trying everything we can but she is refusing. Brendan..." he said softly, just as another nurse came in with a wheelchair, "We need you to help us help her." he told him with a grave nod, hoping that Brendan could calm down and form an alliance with the hospital workers he seemed to hate so much, just for a chance to work on the common goal of saving a girl's life.
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