*******
"Okay.. Dammit.. I can't wait for Cindy, Haleh hand me that scope.. Hold him still.."
"Dr.Weaver..."
"Not now, Lydia..." Kerry muttered deep in thought and concentration
as she
angled the scope. "I've got a clear airway.. I'm putting the scope
in.."
"Dr. Weaver.. He's waking up."
******
Dave groaned softly and stared at his forearm, readily reminded of steak
tartar or shredded beef jerky. Staring at his eviscerated torso like a
sickly live version of the surgery channel. Except these were his own organs
laying about in pieces with large clown teeth marks in them, and there
wasn't the polite blue tinted dots over everything to hide the blood. No..
This was real. This was real, and despite the fact that Dave was missing
90% of his vital organs, and had lost enough blood to keep the donor clinics
in
the black for months, Dave got up on shaky feet and made his way down
the twisting spongey, slick tunnels, his legs screaming in pain with every
step, the broken bones grating and grinding together.
He stumbled forward and fell to his knees, with a stifled moan. Cindy or no Cindy, Dave wasn't gonna be doing that anytime soon. Reverting into commando crawl, Dave continued down on his belly, leaving a bloody trail, moving towards a seemingly un-natural light.
***
"Dave!?" Kerry swung the light around and blinded the doctor, while checking his vitals.
"Dave? Can you hear me? You're at County.. You were in an accident.." She said calmly, as Haleh copied down the pulse-ox and heart monitor readings.
"I..." Dave started hoarsely, but was cut off by a coughing fit. "Clowns.." He moaned softly.
Kerry cocked a brow and pulled Lydia aside. "Uhh.. Find Kovac and Cindy.. Please.. I want to send Dave upstairs for another CT."
"Clowns, Dave?? What about clowns?"
"Ev-il..." He muttered softly, struggling to sit up. "Cut me.." Dave moved his hand slightly, brushing it against his chest, certain that it would come back stained and dripping a scarlet red hue. But it was clean.. He glanced down at himself. Also clean, not a scratch on him.. The gown was striped and a pristine starched flannel, that didn't exactly seem to cover everything.
Kerry quickly tugged at Dave's gown to hide the ugly swollen gash in his side. He was agitated enough at the moment without seeing that. The fact that Dave didn't feel it, only worried her slightly, she had given him a local anesthetic on the wound, but it should have been wearing off by now.
"Dave.. Who cut you??" Chuny asked helpfully, which only elicited a seething glare from the ER chief.
"Clowns.. All.. All those clowns.." Dave murmured.. "At me.. On me.. I.. In.. Me.. Clown eat me.."
Their eyes widened and the nurses looked away, busying themselves with
other things. "You can go now girls, Dave's stable. I think we can take
him up to the OR from here." Kerry muttered, thoroughly irritated at the
gaggle of
nurses, who filed quickly from the trauma room.