Post by money on Feb 25, 2008 0:13:30 GMT -5
Location: Michael Reese Hospital, Downtown Chicago.
Time has always been the key component in cases such as these. The comatose are reduced to nothing but time. Would he ever regain consciousness? The doctors could only do so much. The injuries sustained on the last night his conscious self walked this earth were grave and life-threatening, nothing greater than how one single event changed Joey's life forever. He had everything, and in one foul swoop, it was taken away from him. Sadly enough, he doesn't even know the extent yet...
The tubing, the cords, the monitors, the strangely intoxicating hospital smell, and the nurses and doctors that frequented him are the only things he has at the moment to look forward to. It's a routine that he's had to live through for some time now, months to be more exact. Speaking of this routine, here comes yet another nurse that has come to "tidy him up" after checking another routinely redundant thing by the name of his vitals, first and foremost.
With clipboard in hand, she jots down all that she is asked to keep record of, never skipping on any detail she sees on the several monitors within the room. After all that wassaid... written and done, the nurse walks over to the private washroom within the room, collecting several items... those needed for a private washing under these circumstances. Only the best was demanded by the person who has taken it upon herself to keep Joey as presentable as he once was, Miss Silvia Banks. She had the medical team on speed dial, any and all updates that were expected to be reported to her without a moment's notice. She would call in usually three times a day herself, with hope in her heart that something would happen. That Joey would wake up. Disappointment came and left, just as more and more came back when she didn't hear what she wanted to hear.
Minutes later, the nurse finishes up Joey's "bath" by draping a new Johnny over him just after drying him up. She follows that up by fluffing his pillow and covering him back up with fresh blankets. Taking one last look at the young man, the nurse sighs at this terrible misfortune and heads out of the room, with her notes in hand for the doctor's eyes to see.
Once again, he's left alone... in his own little world, wherever that may be...
Suddenly, a spike in heart rhythm is shown across the screen monitoring his heart. The beating quickens to another level, only for it to peak at that level and stablize. Brain activity follows a similar pattern...
Finally, underneath his covers, a single index finger starts to move freely. Was what seemed to be an eternal sleep... slowly subsiding? Take it for what it is...
Time has always been the key component in cases such as these. The comatose are reduced to nothing but time. Would he ever regain consciousness? The doctors could only do so much. The injuries sustained on the last night his conscious self walked this earth were grave and life-threatening, nothing greater than how one single event changed Joey's life forever. He had everything, and in one foul swoop, it was taken away from him. Sadly enough, he doesn't even know the extent yet...
The tubing, the cords, the monitors, the strangely intoxicating hospital smell, and the nurses and doctors that frequented him are the only things he has at the moment to look forward to. It's a routine that he's had to live through for some time now, months to be more exact. Speaking of this routine, here comes yet another nurse that has come to "tidy him up" after checking another routinely redundant thing by the name of his vitals, first and foremost.
With clipboard in hand, she jots down all that she is asked to keep record of, never skipping on any detail she sees on the several monitors within the room. After all that was
Minutes later, the nurse finishes up Joey's "bath" by draping a new Johnny over him just after drying him up. She follows that up by fluffing his pillow and covering him back up with fresh blankets. Taking one last look at the young man, the nurse sighs at this terrible misfortune and heads out of the room, with her notes in hand for the doctor's eyes to see.
Once again, he's left alone... in his own little world, wherever that may be...
Suddenly, a spike in heart rhythm is shown across the screen monitoring his heart. The beating quickens to another level, only for it to peak at that level and stablize. Brain activity follows a similar pattern...
Finally, underneath his covers, a single index finger starts to move freely. Was what seemed to be an eternal sleep... slowly subsiding? Take it for what it is...