En Pointe Part 7
I know there was a cliffy in the last chapter, but I'm not giving you any hints, you'll have to read on. As always RATE/COMMENT. Thank you and have a nice day.
Grafton County General Hospital
Reese was doing in his homework in the lobby of the hospital waiting for his mom to get off shift. His friend dropped him off here after a basketball game at the high school. It was around nine thirty and his mom was going to be off any second. That's when he saw her rushing through the lobby. He threw everything in his bag and ran after her.
"Mom, what's going on?" he asked. She was still wearing her scrubs and lab coat hair thrown up in a bun.
"Sorry, honey but there had been a change of plans," she said as they got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the road. "There's been a car accident. Bus full of kids and there headed to Lincoln Memorial Hospital. They're going to need all the help they can get." she said taking a deep breath.
Reese looked at his mom. She was nearly forty, but looked younger. She loved working in emergency, the excitement of it. "You can call your dad to have you picked up there, I'm probably going to be coming home late." She said with a sigh. She'd been working for more than eight hours straight. "The hospitals equipped to handle a lot of people, but they need more staff." he said no more. His mom was in her doctor mode and he knew not to mess with her at a time like this.
Soon they pulled into the parking lot near the emergency room entrance. His mom rushed in and went straight to the front desk where the nurse briefed her. Reese sat down and dug his phone out, there was a sign posted about not using phones so he called his phone. "Dad?"
"Reese, what's going on?"
"There was a car accident, a big one, and mom had to help out. We're at Lincoln Memorial Hospital. She doesn't know how long she'll be here,"
"I'll come and get you," They said there goodbyes and he waited for all the people to pour in. He saw his mom rushing around like crazy trying to help prepare them. That's when he heard sirens. All of a sudden there were people on stretchers and hobbling in. The first couple were older, but the rest of them seemed his age or a couple years older. That's when he saw a paramedic rolling in a girl on a stretcher, her head bandaged. Another girl limped after them.
"Honey, you need to sit down," Reese heard a nurse say. She had her arm on the limping girl.
"No, she's my sister I can't leave her," she said shakily. Her shirt was smeared with blood and face pale. He saw his mother jogging up and checking the girl that was laying down, the other one was holding her hand. "You need to sit down," he heard his mom say, the girl didn't budge.
That point he knew he had to do something. He got up from his seat and jogged over. "Listen you need to let the doctors do there job. They'll take good care of her," she stared at him in disgust. "I know because one of them is my mom. She's fantastic and will take good care of her," he tugged on her arm, leading her over to the waiting area. His mom mouthed a 'thank you' before rushing the girl away to triage.
The girl in front of him just slumped in her seat. He just noticed the outfit she was wearing. Black tights with a white skirt and a black leotard. He saw her jacket a white zip up jacket with the letters NEDC printed on the right side. Her hair was trying to escape from an otherwise tight bun. "Are you okay?" he asked. She looked up at him with wide, glistening eyes, stage makeup running down her face.
"Do you think I'm alright? My sister is unconscious, some stranger seperates us and I have no idea where any of my friends are." she put her head in her hands.
"Hows your leg?" he asked.
"My what?"
"Leg, I saw you limp when they brought your sister in," she looked up and glared at him. She tried to get up, but grimaced in pain before she could get any farther. They both didn't talk anymore.
A couple minutes later a nurse in scrubs walked over. She was young and had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Hello, I understand your the young woman's sister...a Natasha Evans," the woman smacked a piece of gum and sat down next to her. "We got her name from a student ID card. You both intended the...N-"
"New England Dance Conservatory," she filled in.
"Now we need to contact your parents. I understand this is a boarding school are they,"
"My parents live about an hour away from here, but my brother is twenty-two and at college about twenty minutes away," she answered. The nurse handed her a clipboard and she filled it out.
"Reese!" he looked up and saw his dad standing there. He got up with his bag, looking at the girl filling out the sheet. She didn't look up at him as he left.
Finally Natalia finished filling out the form. It was mainly just contact information, she left the rest blank. She handed the clipboard to the nurse hoping she would leave. The nurse was probably just out of college, she reaked of some sort of perfume that she probably wasn't allowed to wear. She smacked her gum and left her sentances hanging in mid air. Finally she left, she could her on the phone from here and slumped in her seat.
Natalia didn't know what hurt worst her head or her knee. She rubbed her temples with her fingers, trying not to think about her aching knee. Soon someone came to her. "Are you Natasha's sister?" she nodded and the woman kneeled next to her. "What's you name?" she asked. Natalia noticed she had a clipboard in her hand, there must have been a sale at office depot.
"Natalia,"
"Okay, Natalia I was her doctor when they brought her in, they had to get a neurolgists since I'm just a general physician. She should be alright, but I want to talk to you," she said. "We contacted your parents and your brother they should be coming soon. Your friends are all getting treated. We've called there parents too, some of them are unable to come so we've arranged a bus to take them back to school. Those going back have minor injuries," at that point she stood up. "I need to know if you can go back with them. So if you'll come with me,"
"No," she said, wincing at the sound of her own voice.
"You need to be checked out. Even if you don't feel anything now, you may have internal injuries. It's my job to make sure your alright," Natalia rolled her eyes at her patronizing tone. "Listen I know your a dancer. Dancer's usually try to work through their injuries dancing on fractured ankles, broken toes. Gymnast do the same. I once saw a gymnast with a sprained wrist who performed on uneven bars," Natalia tried to block her out, her knee throbbed. She looked up and saw the doctor looking at her knee.
"Natalia, when did you injure your knee?" she said, looking at it. "May I?" she asked before touching it. The girl winced. "How long has it been like this? It's swollen and needs to be checked out,"
"I injured it this morning and iced it for a while. It felt fine, but during the crash I..." the doctor shook her head and was about to open her mouth, but she did it before the doctor could. "I've had rolled ankles worse than this, it's fine,"
"I'd hate to feel what your rolled ankles feel like," the doctor said. She then turned around. "Nurse, can you take Miss Evans to exam room three?" she said.
"Right, away doctor," replied Natalia's favorite nurse.
I hate hospitals, Natalia thought to herself as she sat on a bed in the examination room. Her parents were here, most likely talking to Natasha's doctors. Luckily they thought to bring clothes for her. Now she was waiting for her doctor to come back with the results from her tests.
She rubbed her temples and squeezed her eyes shut, not even wanting to think of what the tests might say. A knee injury could ruin a dancers career. The door opened and it was the doctor. "Natalia, why don't you put on your clothes and I'll talk to you afterward," she nodded and went behind the curtain. She had been wearing a hospital gown for the tests, she didn't know what happened to her clothes, and was glad to slip on the sweatpants and t-shirt her parents brought.
When she came back the doctor was sitting down flipping through pages in the file. Natalia sat down and felt like she was waiting for her death sentance. "Now after the tests and examination we've come to the conclusion you've injured your Posteriour Cruciate Ligament. Injuries to the PCL are less common then the ACL, but do occur after car crashes," Natalia nodded waiting for the news. "Your injury would be classified as Grade 2. A grade 2 sprain stretches the ligament until it becomes loose. It's also called a partial tear,"
"What's that mean?"
"I'd like to talk about it with your parents, when the neurologist is done with them. We'll talk about treatment-" Natalia squeezed her eyes shut, the pain getting upstaged by reality.
"Will I be able to dance?" she asked.
"It's too soon to tell. We need to let it heal by itself; give it time. With a knee brace or bandage and crutches along with physical-"
"Will I be able to dance?" she said between clenched teeth. The doctor closed her eyes briefly looking at the floor then at the girl in front of her.
"Not for a while, we need to give it time to-" Natalia started sobbing. Sobbing for sister whom was currently unconscious and sobbing for her dream that was slowly slipping out of her grasp.
Reese was doing in his homework in the lobby of the hospital waiting for his mom to get off shift. His friend dropped him off here after a basketball game at the high school. It was around nine thirty and his mom was going to be off any second. That's when he saw her rushing through the lobby. He threw everything in his bag and ran after her.
"Mom, what's going on?" he asked. She was still wearing her scrubs and lab coat hair thrown up in a bun.
"Sorry, honey but there had been a change of plans," she said as they got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the road. "There's been a car accident. Bus full of kids and there headed to Lincoln Memorial Hospital. They're going to need all the help they can get." she said taking a deep breath.
Reese looked at his mom. She was nearly forty, but looked younger. She loved working in emergency, the excitement of it. "You can call your dad to have you picked up there, I'm probably going to be coming home late." She said with a sigh. She'd been working for more than eight hours straight. "The hospitals equipped to handle a lot of people, but they need more staff." he said no more. His mom was in her doctor mode and he knew not to mess with her at a time like this.
Soon they pulled into the parking lot near the emergency room entrance. His mom rushed in and went straight to the front desk where the nurse briefed her. Reese sat down and dug his phone out, there was a sign posted about not using phones so he called his phone. "Dad?"
"Reese, what's going on?"
"There was a car accident, a big one, and mom had to help out. We're at Lincoln Memorial Hospital. She doesn't know how long she'll be here,"
"I'll come and get you," They said there goodbyes and he waited for all the people to pour in. He saw his mom rushing around like crazy trying to help prepare them. That's when he heard sirens. All of a sudden there were people on stretchers and hobbling in. The first couple were older, but the rest of them seemed his age or a couple years older. That's when he saw a paramedic rolling in a girl on a stretcher, her head bandaged. Another girl limped after them.
"Honey, you need to sit down," Reese heard a nurse say. She had her arm on the limping girl.
"No, she's my sister I can't leave her," she said shakily. Her shirt was smeared with blood and face pale. He saw his mother jogging up and checking the girl that was laying down, the other one was holding her hand. "You need to sit down," he heard his mom say, the girl didn't budge.
That point he knew he had to do something. He got up from his seat and jogged over. "Listen you need to let the doctors do there job. They'll take good care of her," she stared at him in disgust. "I know because one of them is my mom. She's fantastic and will take good care of her," he tugged on her arm, leading her over to the waiting area. His mom mouthed a 'thank you' before rushing the girl away to triage.
The girl in front of him just slumped in her seat. He just noticed the outfit she was wearing. Black tights with a white skirt and a black leotard. He saw her jacket a white zip up jacket with the letters NEDC printed on the right side. Her hair was trying to escape from an otherwise tight bun. "Are you okay?" he asked. She looked up at him with wide, glistening eyes, stage makeup running down her face.
"Do you think I'm alright? My sister is unconscious, some stranger seperates us and I have no idea where any of my friends are." she put her head in her hands.
"Hows your leg?" he asked.
"My what?"
"Leg, I saw you limp when they brought your sister in," she looked up and glared at him. She tried to get up, but grimaced in pain before she could get any farther. They both didn't talk anymore.
A couple minutes later a nurse in scrubs walked over. She was young and had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Hello, I understand your the young woman's sister...a Natasha Evans," the woman smacked a piece of gum and sat down next to her. "We got her name from a student ID card. You both intended the...N-"
"New England Dance Conservatory," she filled in.
"Now we need to contact your parents. I understand this is a boarding school are they,"
"My parents live about an hour away from here, but my brother is twenty-two and at college about twenty minutes away," she answered. The nurse handed her a clipboard and she filled it out.
"Reese!" he looked up and saw his dad standing there. He got up with his bag, looking at the girl filling out the sheet. She didn't look up at him as he left.
Finally Natalia finished filling out the form. It was mainly just contact information, she left the rest blank. She handed the clipboard to the nurse hoping she would leave. The nurse was probably just out of college, she reaked of some sort of perfume that she probably wasn't allowed to wear. She smacked her gum and left her sentances hanging in mid air. Finally she left, she could her on the phone from here and slumped in her seat.
Natalia didn't know what hurt worst her head or her knee. She rubbed her temples with her fingers, trying not to think about her aching knee. Soon someone came to her. "Are you Natasha's sister?" she nodded and the woman kneeled next to her. "What's you name?" she asked. Natalia noticed she had a clipboard in her hand, there must have been a sale at office depot.
"Natalia,"
"Okay, Natalia I was her doctor when they brought her in, they had to get a neurolgists since I'm just a general physician. She should be alright, but I want to talk to you," she said. "We contacted your parents and your brother they should be coming soon. Your friends are all getting treated. We've called there parents too, some of them are unable to come so we've arranged a bus to take them back to school. Those going back have minor injuries," at that point she stood up. "I need to know if you can go back with them. So if you'll come with me,"
"No," she said, wincing at the sound of her own voice.
"You need to be checked out. Even if you don't feel anything now, you may have internal injuries. It's my job to make sure your alright," Natalia rolled her eyes at her patronizing tone. "Listen I know your a dancer. Dancer's usually try to work through their injuries dancing on fractured ankles, broken toes. Gymnast do the same. I once saw a gymnast with a sprained wrist who performed on uneven bars," Natalia tried to block her out, her knee throbbed. She looked up and saw the doctor looking at her knee.
"Natalia, when did you injure your knee?" she said, looking at it. "May I?" she asked before touching it. The girl winced. "How long has it been like this? It's swollen and needs to be checked out,"
"I injured it this morning and iced it for a while. It felt fine, but during the crash I..." the doctor shook her head and was about to open her mouth, but she did it before the doctor could. "I've had rolled ankles worse than this, it's fine,"
"I'd hate to feel what your rolled ankles feel like," the doctor said. She then turned around. "Nurse, can you take Miss Evans to exam room three?" she said.
"Right, away doctor," replied Natalia's favorite nurse.
I hate hospitals, Natalia thought to herself as she sat on a bed in the examination room. Her parents were here, most likely talking to Natasha's doctors. Luckily they thought to bring clothes for her. Now she was waiting for her doctor to come back with the results from her tests.
She rubbed her temples and squeezed her eyes shut, not even wanting to think of what the tests might say. A knee injury could ruin a dancers career. The door opened and it was the doctor. "Natalia, why don't you put on your clothes and I'll talk to you afterward," she nodded and went behind the curtain. She had been wearing a hospital gown for the tests, she didn't know what happened to her clothes, and was glad to slip on the sweatpants and t-shirt her parents brought.
When she came back the doctor was sitting down flipping through pages in the file. Natalia sat down and felt like she was waiting for her death sentance. "Now after the tests and examination we've come to the conclusion you've injured your Posteriour Cruciate Ligament. Injuries to the PCL are less common then the ACL, but do occur after car crashes," Natalia nodded waiting for the news. "Your injury would be classified as Grade 2. A grade 2 sprain stretches the ligament until it becomes loose. It's also called a partial tear,"
"What's that mean?"
"I'd like to talk about it with your parents, when the neurologist is done with them. We'll talk about treatment-" Natalia squeezed her eyes shut, the pain getting upstaged by reality.
"Will I be able to dance?" she asked.
"It's too soon to tell. We need to let it heal by itself; give it time. With a knee brace or bandage and crutches along with physical-"
"Will I be able to dance?" she said between clenched teeth. The doctor closed her eyes briefly looking at the floor then at the girl in front of her.
"Not for a while, we need to give it time to-" Natalia started sobbing. Sobbing for sister whom was currently unconscious and sobbing for her dream that was slowly slipping out of her grasp.
3 Comments
OMG! THIS CHPT. IS A LITTLE DEPRESSING!!! :(
BUT IT'S STILL RLY RLY MARVELOUS!!
great job!
give us an update on natasha in the next one!