He always swore he wouldn't ever allow anyone to ever admit him into the hospital, he had been told of so many horror stories of all the different nurses and their horrible bed side manners. He always tried to keep himself healthy as a horse just to avoid such situations, and terrible dealings, however it finally happened, working all his excessive hours at work, dealing with his horrible boss, and all the office stress, then to go home every night and deal with "her" is what ended up putting him right where he didn't ever want to be.
Arriving at home that night after an extremely stressful day at work, he really wasn't feeling all that well, and what he do you think he walked into as he entered the house? You got it; he walked into the house to "her" screaming at him.
"Did you forget something?" she barks out in a rude harsh manner. He stopped dead in his tracks and just listened to her.
"What in the hell could I have forgotten, I just got out of work 20 minutes ago, for Christ sake woman I just walked in the door."
"I don't rightly give a shit if you just got home or not, I told you this morning to go to the cleaners after work and pick up the stuff that was there. I can't depend on you to do a damn thing can I?" Now that was the last thing he wanted to be hearing after the god awful day that he just had.
"First of all bitch, I am at work all day dealing with people just like you, I hear the flack all day long, and I don't want to listen to it from you when I first walk in the door at night. Your legs aren't broken, go get it your damn self. I am going in the bedroom for a while."
"Yeah that's it do what you always do and just walk away, you never want to listen to what I have to say. You are totally useless to me."
"I might actually listen if you actually had something constructive to say to me, that wasn't in a bitching tone. Don't you get it by now, all you ever do is bitch at me, and I am so tired of hearing your relentless noise. Now if you're done with your bitching, I have a headache and I am going to lie down for a while." Turning away from her he headed off to the bedroom. Not five minutes after he shut the door, he let out with a loud scream, and a loud crash was all she heard.
"Oh that's it throw a temper tantrum why don't you, what the hell did you just break in there?" a few seconds pass and no response from him did she receive, again she shouted out, " what the hell did you just break?" she waited a few more seconds and when again no response was given she stormed into the bedroom, only to find him collapsed on the floor. She instantly broke into a panic; kneeling over him she shook him by his shoulders. "Open your eyes and look at me, please look at me, don't play this kind of game with me, it's not even funny."
He slowly and sluggishly opened his eyes to look at her for a moment and then he was out again. By this time she was now quite scared, "You can't die on me you son of a bitch, you just can't you wouldn't dare to leave me to deal with everything alone." Standing up she walked over to the side of the bed and called 911. Not ten minutes later there was a knock on the door.
"It's open, he is in here." she allowed the two guys into the room, but she wouldn't allow Tara the female technician to follow. "You will stay out here they can take care of him." she commanded."
"Look you really need to move, I need to be in there, those two guys work under me today, I have to do my job."
"No!! I won't allow you in there with him, this is my house and I don't have to let anyone go anywhere I don't want them to."
"Ma'am either you move on your own or I will have you removed, all I have to do is call dispatch over my radio and I will have a trooper sent down here to remove you, you are playing with his life at this moment, is that what you want?"
"Well, I..." and before she could finish her statement, Derek one of the male technicians came out to get her.
"We need you in here NOW!!" he stated. "We can't keep him conscious." as those words were spoken, she politely pushes her way past her and walked into the bedroom.
"What are his vitals right now?" Tara asked. Derek read off his vitals to her, unbuttoning his shirt, Derek handed her a razor, and as much as she didn't want to have to do what she was about to do, she knew she had to, she proceeded to shave 2 small sections of his chest hair to apply the lead pads for the defibulator and asked one of them to hand her a smelling salts vial. Snapping it she runs it under his nose, and suddenly he snapped back turning his head almost violently to avoid the smell. As he stopped thrashing with his head, the first thing he saw was her beautiful big brown eyes, and a very soft, and sexy smile.
"Well, welcome back." she whispers.
"What happened to me?" He asked in a state of confusion.
"That's what I'm hoping you could tell us, she told us that you came home from work, walked in here and collapsed." Tara replied softly.
"All I remember is coming home, walking in the door, getting bitched at by her and..." suddenly his eyes began to close again.
"Oh no don't close those eyes, come on keep those eyes open; you need to stay with me now." Just then she storms into the room very angry knowing that Tara is working on him.
"Aren't you going to do a damn thing for him or are you just going to let him die on my brand new rug." Tara ignored her words for a moment as she had the two guys go out to the rig and get the stretcher, as she proceeded to inflate non-rebreather bag, placing the mask over his mouth and nose.
"I need you to back out of this room, they need to get in here with the stretcher, my only concern right now is him, and to make sure that he is well taken care of, your rug means nothing to me at this moment." Tara replied, and reluctantly she did as she was told and backed out of the room.
As the two tech's returned with the stretcher, they placed the back board on the side of him, putting a neck collar onto him just as a precautionary measure, she took charge at his head, holding onto his head to support his neck, they rolled him onto his side, and slid the back board under him. Just as they finished strapping him onto the board, and were lifting him, he came back around, almost in a panic state; he reached out and grabbed a hold of Tara.
"Please, don't let her come with us, it's her fault that I am in this position right now, I don't want anything to do with her."
"It's alright, she won't come with us, we will have the medic with us so she won't be able to get in the back." as they had him now securely on the stretcher, his eyes locked onto hers, and hers onto his, she smiled softly, his heart rate began to calm, and his vitals were now becoming a little more stable.
"Will you be with me?" he asked in a soft tone.
"You bet, I will be with you every step of the way, you're stuck with me at least till we get you to the hospital." Getting him into the back of the rig, the medic got in, and hooked his machine up to him; she looked at "her" and told her that she would have to follow in her car.
"I want to go with him, and that's what I am going to do." He heard her bitching beginning again as his heart rate starting picking up again, and his breathing was becoming more rapid.
"Get in here, we need to transport NOW!!" Tara climbed into the back of the rig and sat beside him, he reached over for her hand. "As for you, I am sorry you will have to follow us in your car." the double doors were closed, and the medic made it quite clear to her that in the back of this rig was not where she was going to be.
The entire ride which wasn't really that long at all, seemed like an eternity for Tara, as he had his spells of in and out of consciousness, she could feel something for this man, although she was trained not to become attached to her patients, she just couldn't help it this time. She hated to see him struggling like this. Finally the medic had him stabilized once again. He looked at her, she could see just how tired he really was, she smiled at him, and whispers to him to go ahead and go to sleep, it wouldn't be long and they would be arriving. As he drifted off to sleep, the medic looked over at her with a look of concern on his face.
. "He will be just fine you will see."
