The Rivers of Zadaa tpa-6
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With all that Mark and Courtney and Bobby had been going through over the last few years, the one thing that helped keep Mark sane was Sci-Clops. It got his mind off the troubles of Halla, and let him relax and have fun. He didn’t want to give that up. He needed it. The idea of working together with Andy Mitchell on a project-the brilliant Andy Mitchell, not the bully Andy Mitchell-suddenly sounded like it would be a whole lot of fun. Mark lay back on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and smiled.
Life, he thought, was full of so many strange surprises.
Courtney Chetwynde lay alone in her hospital bed. She was a fighter, and now she was fighting for her life. After Mark and Andy left the hospital, after her parents had said good night, after the nurses had changed shifts, she had taken a turn for the worse. Her blood pressure had dropped dangerously low. Her heartbeat slowed. The nurses feared that the internal bleeding had begun again. After a quick deliberation, the nurses decided to call in the doctors. If Courtney was going to survive, she would have to go back into surgery. Fast. The little hospital of Derby Falls wasn’t used to handling this much excitement. The nurses scrambled to find the doctors, contact the Chetwyndes at their motel, and prepare the operating room. It was the night shift. Fewer people were on duty, which meant everyone had more to do. It wasn’t chaos, but it was close. A patient was dying.
In all the frenzy nobody noticed that a young man with blond hair had entered the intensive care wing. He strolled casually down the corridor as the nurses hurried about, trying not to bump into one another. They were too busy to ask who he was. They didn’t care. They had a patient to save. The young man walked calmly past the nurses’ station toward the end of the corridor and stepped into Courtney’s room.
Courtney was alone, and asleep. She had been given the first stage of anesthesia to prepare her for surgery. The guy walked up to the bed and looked down on the broken girl. He glanced at the vital signs monitor. She was barely alive. The guy reached out and gently put his hand on Courtney’s chest. He pressed his flat palm over her heart firmly. All his attention was focused on Courtney. He closed his eyes. The only sound in the room was the steady, slowbeep… beep… beepof the heart monitor. Outside in the corridor nurses raced around furiously, trying to cover all the bases while fearing it was already too late.
The young man took a deep breath and exhaled. His entire focus was on Courtney. Slowly, ever so slowly, the weakbeep…beep…beepof the heart monitor, grew stronger. Courtney’s blood pressure increased. The young man didn’t take his hand away. He stayed focused. Courtney’s breathing grew deeper. Vital oxygen was getting to her blood.
In a few minutes the doctors would arrive. They would find that Courtney’s vital signs had not only stabilized, but improved. She would not need surgery. The nurses would be at a loss as to what had happened. They would have to scramble to explain why they turned the hospital upside down and got so many doctors out of bed for nothing. The Chetwyndes would arrive and be shaken by the ordeal, but grateful that Courtney was doing so much better.
None of that would happen for a while, though. The young man needed to finish his work first. He glanced once more at the monitors to see Courtney had turned the corner. She was going to live. With a satisfied smile he took his hand off her chest and folded his arms.
“Like I told you,” the young man said, “I give, and I take away.”
He heard a nurse out in the corridor yell, “Last room on the right! Hurry!”
The young man glanced at the door. Soon the entire emergency staff of Derby Falls Hospital would descend on the room to discover their patient had made a miraculous recovery. The young man glanced back to Courtney and chuckled. “I’ve been working such a long time to get this far, you didn’t think I’d let you slip away so easily. This is just getting interesting.”
The team of nurses and a doctor hurried into the room, stopping short when they saw the young man with the blond hair standing next to Courtney’s bed.
“What are you doing in here?” a doctor demanded. “How did you get in?”
“I was just checking on my friend,” the young guy answered innocently. “Is she okay?”
“Let’s hope so,” the doctor said, pushing past the guy, headed for Courtney. “Get him out of here! Do your parents know you’re here?”
“It’s cool,” he answered. “I’m a friend.”
“What’s your name?” the doctor demanded.
The young man casually brushed back the dirty blond hair from his eyes. “It’s Andy,” he said. “Andy Mitchell.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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