This is a story I've been working on, on and off for almost 7 years. It's finally done though, and ready for your critique.
The Emergency Room doors burst open to admit a young man on a stretcher being pushed by two paramedics.
“We have an accident victim; male, 17 years old with severe crush injuries to the chest. Heart rate is uneven and tachy at 130, respirations shallow. Name, Connor Bailey.”
Doctors and nurses quickly surrounded Connor as he was wheeled into the nearest trauma bay. His shirt and tie were torn off, making way for the patches of an EKG machine.
“This kid doesn't look good. Have we contacted the family yet?” a doctor barked.
“They're on the way!” a nurse replied.
“I need a central line.” Consulting the hastily written notes on the chart, he continued. “Get 4 units of B positive hung up now!”
The rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor began to slow, growing more uneven.
“We're losing him! Get the paddles in here!”
Arianne stood just outside the trauma bay, wearing a prom dress and crying. “I killed him.” she whispered.
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