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This had to have been the slowest week ever at the hospital, and you were bored to tears. Why couldn't more people just die or something? Chuckling at your morbid thoughts, you sketch on a notepad near the nurse's station. Your coworkers always said that you were slightly disturbed, but you would just flash them your award-winning smile and toss a wink over your shoulder.
Seriously though, this had been the slowest week of your career. Lazily, you sipped your coffee when your pager goes off. Feeling a spark of excitement run down your spine, you swiftly set down your cup and speed-walk to the doors where you knew someone was about to be wheeled in. When the doors open a male EMT hops off of the stretcher, where a middle-aged-looking man is lying completely still. You hop on and immediately starting searching the unconscious body for any visible injuries. You notice littering of stab wounds near his stomach. With the position of the wounds in mind, you add pressure to the marks and bark out commands to your team. Your coworkers take their places and start to rush you and the stretcher down endless hallways.
"Nurse Kruppa, what’s the information?" You ask while adjusting your hands.
Your team turns you two on a sharp corner and your hands falter for a second. Cursing under your breath you find your pressure again.
"Middle-aged John Doe brought in by an FBI agent named Derek Morgan. He was stabbed multiple times in the chest and has been unconscious since." Nurse Kruppa reported.
You finally reach the operating room. Jumping off of the man you help Dr. Hernandez lift him up and onto the table. Grabbing your scissors, you start to cut off his shirt and peel it back to find exactly nine stab wounds. When you had him ready for surgery, Nurse Kruppa bagged his belongings and left the room. The rest of your team suited up while you were prepping your patient. Once everyone was in the room you started your traditional speech.
"Okay, ladies and gents let’s get this done swiftly and without much mess. We don't give him up without a fight. He deserves a chance, got it?" You watch as your team nods. For some reason, you felt a strong connection with this mysterious man. You have had him in your care for only, what four minutes? But without a doubt, you felt something for him. Pity? No that wasn't it.
Taking a deep breath, you Internally scold yourself.
Focus!
The operation went as smoothly as could be expected. For a moment there, you thought you almost lost him. Thankfully he pulled through and you were able to stabilize him. Once he was stitched up and your handiwork met your satisfaction, he was released to his room for the next five days. The hospital was undergoing budget cuts so a lot of the patients were roomed together. Luckily for him, he was put up in a conjoined room with an older gentleman that had just had a kidney transplant. He looked over at the younger man and you smiled at him. Once you had your John Doe situated, you walked over to the older man and checked his monitor. When you were satisfied, you pulled up a seat next to him.
"How are we today, Mr. Carson?" You asked politely.
"Better than yesterday." He smiles a toothy grin at you. Yesterday being his first day back from the transplant.
You smirk back at him and pat his leg, "Well, that's good then. Can I get you anything?"
He shakes his head then slowly looks over at the younger man thoughtfully, "Who's he?"
You shrug your shoulders and rub your neck, trying to release the sourness in your muscles.
"John Doe. He was brought here by an FBI agent. I don't know but something 'bought it doesn't make sense to me. It feels like there’s something wrong, but I don’t have enough information to find out what."
Mr. Carson smirks at you, “Well what makes you think there’s something wrong?"
"If he's an agent then where is his team? You would think that this Derek fellow would have stuck around. I mean, maybe I'm just old-fashioned but usually if there is a team one of them would have the courtesy to stay with him. If one of my teammates got stabbed I would stick with them. You know, make sure that he's going to be okay and stuff." You say as you sigh and look over at the motionless man, “And why didn’t this Derek character give us his name? You would think that he might share something that important.”
Mr. Carson shrugged his shoulders, which caused a coughing fit. You stood up quickly and handed him a glass of water. When he calmed down you patted his shoulder.
"Okay mister, enough excitement for you. Get some sleep. I'll be back in the morning to check on you. Hopefully, your new friend will be awake by then." He pats your hand and closes his eyes, falling asleep quickly.
You start to walk out the door and look back at the mystery man before turning out the lights and closing the door.