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New Miserable Experience

By: firetop
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Chapter Four

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Part Four

Disclaimer in
Part One

 

“Mr.
Seaborne?” A man called out.

“Yes,
doctor…”

“Dr.
Conner.” The man shook his hand.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“I worked on your friend Josh.”

“How
is he?”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Lets go find someplace to talk.”stylent-fnt-family:"Century Gothic"'>

“Is
he dead?”

“No
he is alive.”

“Good.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sam felt the agent follow him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“Can
your friend stay here?” The doctor
motioned to the guard.

“Sorry.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Presidents orders.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sam was led to a small office.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“Can
I get you anything?”

“How’s
Josh?” Sam asked.

“He’s
up in the operating room right now.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“What for?”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>

“There
was damage to his hands and legs. They
have to repair the nerve and tissue damage.
One of the arteries in his leg was nicked.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
They need to sew that up.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Also they wanted to try and repair the damage
to his scrotum.”

“How
much nerve damage?”

“We
won’t know till after the surgery. You
will have to talk to the neurosurgeon up there.”

“What
do you know?”

“We
were able to close the head wound with butterflies and steri-strips.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
We tried to suture his back but he kept
loosing too much blood. They will take
care of that upstairs. They will look at
the burns once he is out of surgery.”

“How
long will he be in surgery?”

“I
don’t know. You can go up to the fourth
floor and see.”


style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Thank you doctor.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> Sam
shook his hand and walked out of the office.
Before he went upstairs he called Leo with an update.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was upset that he didn’t have more, all he
was able to tell Leo was that Josh was in surgery and he’d call when he got
out.

 

Sam
was reading a National Geographic magazine when he heard his name being
called. It was another doctor, this one
wearing blue scrubs.

“I’m
Sam Seaborne.”

“Hi,
I’m Dr. Carol Simon. I was one of the
surgeons. Let’s go talk.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
And she started to walk.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Sam
and his guard caught up quickly. He was
led to another office slightly larger than the one he was in before.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“I
was informed of the situation, and I’m sure the president is curious as to Mr.
Lyman’s condition.”

“And
so are the rest of”

“Yes
of course.”

“So?”

“We
were able to stop the bleeding which was our main concern.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
The damage to his hands wasn’t that bad.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> There was a bit of damage but with some
therapy he should get back most if not all use of his hands.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“His
back we were able to stitch up. It
wasn’t easy. There wasn’t a lot
there. We have his back uncovered so
that we can clean them every few hours and take care of the burn there.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
It’s not pretty.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“How many stitches?”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“On his back?style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> class=GramE>Close to a 1000.
After all is said and done? class=GramE>Way over that number.”

“What
about his legs and?” Sam let the
question hang.

“The
neurosurgeon will come to talk to you soon.
He wanted to just look at some lab results first.

“Can
I see him?”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Of course.style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
Kathy will take you up there. She
is a nurse on his floor.” When they stepped
out of off office there was a nurse there waiting for him.

They
walked in silence to the elevator. “We
just got him settled in his room. Don’t worry;
we’ll take good care of him. I want to
just warn you that it’s not pretty. We
have just a blanket over his bottom half right now.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
There is black treads all across his
back. We also have an antibiotic cream
on. We are keeping his arms above his
head right now. We are still trying to
replace the blood that he lost. He is on
antibiotics and morphine. There is a
machine there that will dispense the proper amount every hour or so.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> We really don’t want our patients in too much
pain.

“Here
we are. You go in.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
Call if you need anything.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Kathy patted him on the shoulder as she left
him standing outside the door. There was
a guard there too. No one was going to
get to Josh now.

Sam
moved a chair closer to the bed in front of Josh’s line of sight.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“Hey Josh.
It’s Sam. I’m going to be staying
with you for a while.” He laid a hand on
Josh’s upper arm. “I’m going to call Leo
now. You sleep.”

 

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Leo, its Sam.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>

“Thanks
Margaret.”
Leo took a breath before
picking up the receiver. “How is he?”

“They
have him in a room. It’s pretty
bad. The cuts, the burns, the whip marks
will probably all scar. There was nerve
damage.n stn style='mso-spacerun:yes'> at some more things before he could say how bad.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
How’s Donna?”

“Better.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Got her an emergency
therapist appointment.
She won’t
be by till tomorrow.”

“How’s
everyone else?”

“The
president keeps trying to sneak out.
Charlie is very good tailing him.
Everyone is rattled to say the least.”

“Tell
them to join the club. let CJ know the press is here. I saw
them downstairs. I got to go. He’s
waking up.”

Sam
knelt by the bed making sure he’d be in Josh’s line of site.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
Josh’s eyes slowly opened.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Sam?”
He rasped.

“Yeah
Josh.”

“Found
me.”

“Yes
Josh, we found you.” He laid a hand on
his friend’s cheek.

“Sam.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Yeah.”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>

“Gonna
be sick.”

“Okay,
let me call a nurse.” Sam grabbed the
call button. Josh had other ideas.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He couldn’t move and was soon in a face full
of v. Sam tried to roll him on to
the side so he wouldn’t drown in it.

A
nurse came in then. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s
sick.” Sam was getting impatient.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
Here is his friend puking and crying and the
nurse had the nerve to sound bothered.

“That’s
ok. Happens after
anesthesia sometimes.”
She was
rummaging in a closet. “That was smart
thinking holding him like that.” The
nurse cam back to the bed and turned her attention to Josh.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He had finished being sick.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She started to wipe his face as another nurse
came in. “You need a hand Joan?”

“Yeah
we need to change his sheets.” Joan
answered.

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“You the boy friend?”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>
The second nurse asked.

“Huh?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No.
I’m a friend. Co-worker.
Sam Seaborne.”

“Tasha.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Can you hold his like this for a bit longer?”

Joan
had finished cleaning his face.

“Yeah
but he seems to be in a lot of pain.”
Josh’s face was all scrunched up and tear stained.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Yeah.style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'> He
is on auto morphine. He gets the next dosage
in two minutes.”

“You
hear that Josh. Soon you’ll have c
sh
sheets and no pain.”

style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>“Hurts!”style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>

“Shh,
I know. Just breathe.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
Sam soothed.

The
buzzer sounded before the bed was finished.
Josh’s body just slumped in Sam’s arms as soon as the drug hit his
blood. After they laid him back down
Tasha checked his back while Joan put a padded sheet under Josh’s head.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
“This way we just have to change the pad, not
the sheet.” She explained.

“The
stitches look good. Call us if you need
anything.”

“Thanks.”
And Sam sack dck down with a book.

Josh
woke up again a few minutes before his next dose of morphine.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He didn’t get sick but for over two minutes
Sas trs trying to console a nearly hysterical Josh.

End of Part Four

 




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