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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 3:53:11 GMT
Brendan pulled himself out of bed. He glared at the man, wanting to wrap his hands around the doctors neck and squeeze until all the life left his useless body.
"I shouldnt have to save her! Youre the doctor! You should fix her! Shes not yours to be playing with, to take away! Shes mine! Thats my girlfriend over there, thats MY Diane lying in that bed, dying because you cant fix her, because you took her away! This is YOUR fault!" He screamed, finding the strength to yell at the man. He climbed into the wheelchair, collapsing against the thing as he felt the IV pull out of his arm again. He cringed at the feeling.
"Thats my Diane youre hurting.." He mumbled, wringing his hands together in his lap.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 4:05:19 GMT
The doctor nodded, taking the IV and putting it back into his arm as he wheeled it to the chair and attached it to the side. "You'll need to keep the antibiotics if you're going to be close to her infection," he explained quickly, as the nurse began pushing the wheelchair and IV.
Her screams could be heard from half way down the hall; it was clear that she had somehow found her voice, pushing past the pain barrier as a hoarse scream escaped her lips, usually ending with a choking, coughing sound or retching. It wasn't a scream of pain, though, but a battle cry as she tore and scratched against her nurses and doctors.
When they came to the room, they found her screaming as she had curled herself into the corner of the room, her eyes bloodshot and staring in wild terror at the nurses and doctors around her who were trying desperately to force her back onto the bed. She was clawing against the walls, trying to find some way of pushing herself even closer into the corner away from the needles and hands. Her face was bright red, her hair sticking to her forehead as a a cold sweat washed over her body.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 4:14:25 GMT
Brendan watched in horror as the nurses cornered her, needles in hand, terrifying her half to death.
"Diane!" He screamed, pushing himself roughly past the nurses and pulling the pale girl into his arms. He rocked her gently, trying to comfort her, silence her screams. The fear on her face scared even him, and it made him hate the staff even more. He sat down on the floor, folding her into his arms as he continued to rock her, brushing her hair back from her forehead.
"Baby.. Baby, shh.." He whispered, holding her close to him although he himself was shaking in horror.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 4:21:56 GMT
Diane looked at Brendan, something in her feverish haze coming to the surface. "Brendan...." she said as softly as her rusty voice could manage as she felt him hold her, every movement shaking her around like a rag-doll.
She stared, open-mouthed as her body collapsed into Brendan's, letting him take her weight as her body shivered. Just a moments rest, now all was perfect in the arms of the one she loved...
"No!" she screamed again, pulling herself into Brendan as she could, scrambling away from the nurse that was starting to move towards her. She was talking in hushed tones, something about helping, but Diane couldn't make it out. All she saw was her hands, distorted to be giant and clawing in her delirium, trying to grab her and take her away from Brendan. "They're trying to kill me... they're all trying to kill me..." she whispered hysterically, her eyes wide and staring.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 4:30:13 GMT
Tears streamed down Brendans cheeks as he heard her whispers, the terror in her voice. What could anyone say to that to make it better, to make it go away?
"They wont kill you, they wont.. I wont let them.." He said, rocking her gently. He wished they would just stop and let her sleep, just let her get some rest. Why couldnt they all just go away and leave her alone for once? He realize that this was urgent, but couldnt they realize what she really needed was sleep? Would letting her get just a few minutes of rest really hurt them?
"Its okay, Diane.. Its okay.. Please.." He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. "Please, just sleep.. I got you.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 4:37:40 GMT
Diane shook her head, feeling herself shiver though she was losing energy quickly it was clear she was still trying desperately to stay awake. "No!" she tried to scream, losing her voice half way through the word, before she could get any volume before she curled herself further into a ball. "They'll kill me... Can't sleep... can't let them.... I've heard them, Brendan," she said, lifting herself up suddenly and looking at him with glossy, wild eyes, seemingly never more convinced than ever in her life. "I heard them, Brendan. They said they did this. They're trying to kill me." she said, her words clear.
"She heard one of the nurses saying that it was a healthcare-associated infection," one of the doctors explained quickly, obviously having tried to explain this to her many times before. "We are not trying to kill her, we just want her to rest, and get her medication."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 4:48:37 GMT
Brendan shook his head, kissing Diane gently before pulling her back into his arms. He rocked her gently, trying to get her to sleep.
"Please, Diane.. Please sleep.. Its okay. Its okay. Just sleep. Im here.." He mumbled, carrying her to her bed and lying beside her, rubbing her stomach gently before turning her over to her side and pulling her body against his. He rubbed her back gently, humming softly as he himself almost drifted off into sleep. He kept her close, kept his body pressed to hers. He didnt want them to hurt her, didnt want her to feel like he had betrayed her. But he knew if he didnt get her to take her medicines, she would die for sure. And he just couldnt live with that.
"Diane, plese let them give you your medicine. Theyll fix you.. I wont let them hurt you, I promise.. And if they do, Im here. Ill make the pain go away.. Please, Diane. Theyll fix you.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 4:56:23 GMT
Diane let him hold her, but kept glaring at everyone around them. Luckily, they seemed to realise that it would be stupid to approach her now, and knew that they had to let her calm down, and that was something only Brendan could offer her.
Diane's head hit the soft pillow, and she instantly felt more tired. But lying down made her chest hurt more, as a crippling coughing fit shook her whole body as she curled into a ball. She whiped away the drop of blood from her cough, before looking up to Brendan, her bloodshot eyes half closed. "The needle bag thing makes me feel sick.... And the needle makes me feel dizzy..." she complained feebly, knowing that the doctors and nurses could do anything they wanted now and she would be too weak to stop them.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 5:17:57 GMT
Brendan sat up, leaning against the wall as he pulled her closer, allowing her to lay on his chest. He rubbed her back gently, pulling the blanket over her to cover the opening in the back of the gown. He held her close to him, his arms wrapped around her waist. He hummed quietly, rubbing her back.
"Itll be okay, baby. I promise.." He whispered to her, stroking her hair gently as he kissed her cheek, wishing they were both well enough to go home. "Dont be afraid baby. Nothing will take me from you.."
He ran his fingers through her hair, thinking they could both use a good bath. He slipped his hand under the blanket, rubbing her bare back with just the tips of his fingers. Her skin felt soft, hot to the touch, which he assumed was from her fever. He burried his face in her neck, kissing it gently as he pulled her closer.
"Nothings going to take you away, baby.."
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 5:28:11 GMT
Diane tried to pull herself up, stop her chest from hurting to much when she was lying down. It was easier to sit up with Brendan sitting up, as she laid her head on his chest, occasionally coughing and though her coughs still sounded painful, they were nothing as bad as her early one had been. Her head lolled to one side, her fingers loosened their touch as she finally gave up fighting and fell unconscious.
The nurses and doctors were quick to act, needles and IVs stabbing her as quickly as possible while she was incapable of fighting them off. The pressed two small patches to her chest, as a calming, slow beeping sound filled the room. The nurses put the oxygen mask back on her, every one of them trying desperately to act without moving either of them. "Thank you, Brendan...." one of the nurses said with a blush as she checked the IV, blushing slightly.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 6:04:29 GMT
Brendan looked at them, clinging to Diane as he watched them poke her. He felt awful, felt like a traitor. He had told her they wouldnt hurt her, and here they were, poking and proding her frail body.
"Just dont take her away this time.. Dont take her away.. You cant.." He pleaded with the doctor, not wanting to be away from Diane ever again, even if it was only for a moment. He didnt want her our of his sight, didnt want her to hurt ever again. Even over the smallest of things, he didnt want her to hurt.
"You cant take her! You just cant!" He clung to her, his hands balling into fists around her blanket as he held onto her protectively. He wasnt willing to let go this time. She almost died the last time he let her go. And he wasnt willing to take the chance of almost loosing her again.
"Shes mine. You cant take her from me. You just cant." He said, pulling her closer.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 1, 2010 6:09:42 GMT
The doctor quickly was beside Brendan, a finger against his lips, shushing him eagerly as he told him, "Brendan, she needs rest," in a quiet whisper, noticing that Diane was stirring in her sleep at Brendan's anguish, but without the energy to push herself to consciousness. "No one is going to separate you." he compromised, knowing it went against protocol, but also realising it would probably save their lives; even if it had almost killed Diane before. "Now let her rest, and get some rest yourself," he urged, "This may have been hard, but its not even nearly over. Diane is still in a critical condition, and you still have another operation. You both need all of your strength."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 1, 2010 6:27:43 GMT
Brendan nodded, yawning as he continued to rub Dianes back. He wanted to lay down, knowing it would feel much better on both his back and his wounds. But as long as Diane as asleep and not coughing, he supposed he could put up with the pain. He drifted slowly into sleep, where the pain subsided and everything was right. He still clung to Diane, not trusting that they wouldnt pull her away from him again. He had his arms wrapped around her as tightly as he dared, his face burried into her shoulder. He had his knees bent around her, letting her lay half on the bed and half on him. He continued to rub her back absentmindedly as he slipped into unconciousness.
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