John was taken up to the operating room. Tubes connected to his nose and mouth.His eyes sealed shut.Monitors attached,beeping erratically. He was in a critical condition,needing a life saving operation as soon as possible.
The doctor walked into the waiting room with a clipboard of forms,''Please can the next of kin for John Smith avail yourself to sign these consent forms''.
Adrianna stepped forward,her puffy red eyes staring at the doctor in concern,''Consent for?''.
Patrick Walters walked by her side as they dragged their feet towards him. Now standing infront of him, the doctor handed her the clipboard of forms.
''These are the consent forms for the procedures to be performed. I will take you through each one'', the doctor said professionally as he led them into his office.
Alex now joined them as they followed him into the office closing the door behind them.
There were only two chairs across the large desk from the doctor and Alex let
Adrianna and Patrick stepped out of the doctors office and joined the rest of the Walters family in the waiting room. Giving them the heartbreaking news of John's condition.Alex left, he needed to check on Mr and Mrs Smith.He took the lift when everyone was occupied and went to the opposite end of the hospoital where the hospitals vip patients were seen to. Stopping at the desk he enquired about the couple. The nurse let him pass to visit them. He had found out that Mrs Smith was in a stable condition. She was awake and responding very well,but her other half was drained and was in an induced coma. He was being fed through a nasogastric tube to boost his vitamins and nutrients before they would bring him out of the coma. Alex had asked them not to say anything to Mrs Smith for now.He stood at the door to Mrs Smiths room,giving the open door a gentle knock.''Come in'', a sweet and gentle voice responded to his knock.Alex stepped in and smiled at the wo
''Mom'', a tear slipped Alex eyes. He needed his mom. She would make him feel better.He felt he messed up. As he jumped into his car,looking at the blood on the backseat,he felt his heart sinking. He took out his phone and dialed his mom. ''Mom'', he sobbed. ''Alex,is everything alright son?'',She asked through the phone,her voice full of concern. ''Mom, I messed up'', Alex said as the tears streamed down his cheeks wetting his shirt. ''Calm down baby. It's okay. We all mess up sometimes'', She cooed through the phone, comforting. ''It's not alright. John is in the operating room. He had been shot by Sky'', Alex replied. ''OMG", Mrs Jenkins said as she held back the tears,''Son, it is not your fault,don't ever blame yourself''. '' How can I not. I had one simple task.Keep John safe. And........I couldn't even do that!!!'', He cursed himself. ''Son. Stop!!!!. You need to get justice for John. Not cr
Alex woke up of his chair to leave.''I wont be harmed?'',Rick said thinking about the threats that Alex made.''I cant guarantee anything, Rick'', Alex said coldly.''You said. I did what you asked!!!'', Rick said perplexed.''Well , Rick. That depends on the outcome on John. You do know your wife had shot him!!!'', Alex said turning around and staring at the shocked face in front of him.''What?,No. She wouldn't!!!'', Rick said,''She would never hurt a fly''.''Wouldn't hurt a fly?'', Alex erupted in laughter,''Says the person who was an accomplice in killing an innocent baby eighteen years ago?''.''What are you talking about?'', Rick asked confused.''Never mind that,it's a thing of the past. Ask your beloved Sky!!! How she suffocated a baby to death,thinking it was John.Well looks like she decided to complete the job eighteen years later!!! If anything happens to him. You two are toast!!!'', Alex replied coldly.Ric
Alex jumped into his car, looking at his phone. It was already way after 8pm. His phone blinked a red dot signalling a location.''I am a total idiot!!!'', Alex thought,''I had totally forgotten we implanted Sky's phone with a tracking device''.''Never the less, atleast Rick knows the truth,and lured her to a location. If she decides to no pitch up,this will be plan b''.He drove home as fast as he could. He needed to plan her capture.As he entered the door his worried parents met him in the passage. His mother was tearful but his father was geared up for the revenge. They all sat around the kitchen table and discussed at length different ways to not raise suspicion and capture her as stealthily as possible, Once they where settle Alex pulled out his phone and made a few calls.He decided not to involve the police. He wanted to be the one to take her in.It was now nine thirty , they all left the house. Mrs Jenkins insisted on
''I need my lawyer'', Sky shrieked as she was being shoved into the cell,''you can't do this to meeeeeee. Do you know who I am''.''A criminal!!!'', Alex answered mockingly.The jail cell closed and Sky held the bars tightly,her knuckles now white.''All of you will pay!!!'',Sky screamed on the top of her lungs.''Yeah , I'm sure'',Alex said as he turned around.Alex walked to the station commander and spoke to him in a whisper.He divulged only the necassary information.''John Smith?'', the commander shockingly questioned,''Was he not the gentleman that was here yesterday with the Walters family?''.Alex confirmed that it was,trying to divert his attention to the current situation but the commander was very persistent.''That boy seems to have trouble following him everywhere!'', the commander said amused.Alex avoided indulging the commander in his little amusement gossip. Sky had requested her lawyer and withing half
''Where do I go from here?'',Alex thought to himself as he stepped out onto the sidewalk.Looking up at the sign on the building while he thought to himself. John had left so many loose ends, Sierra and Jefferson are still in the New York police station,the place he had just exited. He knew John was just teaching them a lesson but he had no idea what the plan was. Who knew that this might just be the tragic end of his boss,his brother. Alex sighed. He was clueless what to do next.Alex jumped into his car and drove aimlessly through the city. His thoughts of endless possibilities. Finally at midnight he reached home. He was exhausted,mentally,physically and emotionally. There was just too much happening. He walked into the passage and was greeted by his mother who was concerned by her sons shabby looks. His eyes were red and his clothes untidy. He looked like a hot mess.She took his hand and led him to the kitchen table, fixing him a hot cup of cinnamon tea and a bowl
As they slid the stretcher into the mri machine, five doctors stood behind the glass looking at multiole screens in front of them. They all had different opinions as they looked at Jihn's brain at different angles. The swelling was making it almost impossible to see the bullet but the still squinted almost guessing the exact location.They were arguing amongst themselves when the door opened ,bringing them to sudden silence.Doctor Sanders walked in, his shiny shoes clicking on the floor as he walked passed them and looked at the screen. Absorbing the information and the different angles , he already knew what needed to be done.''Dr Chow, What is your take on this?'', Dr Sanders asked.''Well, I assume the bullet is here'', He sed pointing to the left side of Johns head. ''It entered here and should be here. So we need to go in from here and extract!!!''.''Doctors, do you all agree?'', Doctor Sanders asked curiously.They all looked at eac
The nurse that had prepared John for his procedure called for a hospital porter. Together the two wheeled him into the elevator taking him up to the 3rd floor operating theatre.The nurse looked at his pale face and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He had all these tubes attached keeping him alive. She hoped that he would survive the operation. As a nurse you always feel the pain of your patient, you care for them and wish the best for them, she was one of them that always prayed for others.They reached the theatre waiting room. A theatre nurse entered gowned up in full scrubs to take over from the ward nurse." Mr John Smith, aged eighteen. Could not weigh hi