Showing posts with label Virginia Mason. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Virginia Mason. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Fire of Your Soul Update

FOYS Ch. 17 on FFn



The ambulances rushed through the busy streets as the blue and red lights flashing brightly through the dark night while they traveled to Virginia Mason Hospital. All of the patients were in stable condition, though they all needed blood work, oxygen, and chest X-rays. The EMTs had their hands full with Edward and Renee, who wanted to ride in the same ambulance as their loved ones.

Charlie had the most serious injuries with a dislocated shoulder, practically torn from his body, and facial burns. The EMTs heard how he had run through a wall of fire with only his turnout coat and came through with only minor burns to the skin that was not protected by the coat.

Bella was the next in line for serious injuries. Though Bella’s injuries were from the physical altercation with Aro and Peter. Her face was covered in bruises, scrapes, cuts, and a deep laceration at her hair line. She also complained that it hurt to breathe, like something was poking her on the inside. More than likely, she had several broken ribs, and one was pressing against her lung. They needed to move her carefully, preventing the rib from piercing her lung and causing it to deflate. Bella also had a splint around her wrist from a broken wrist.

All of them dealt with smoke inhalation, ranging from minor sore throats to deep, body-wracking coughs. It appeared that Bella and Charlie suffered the most in that regard with their other injuries causing them to breathe in most of the noxious fumes.

Arriving at the hospital, Charlie was brought into a trauma room, while the other three were placed in the emergency department on gurneys that were all in the same relative location, close to Charlie’s trauma room. Edward refused to lay down on the gurney, choosing to sit next to Bella. Renee was arguing with a nurse, pleading to be with her husband. Unfortunately, her oxygen levels were too low to abide by her desperate pleas. She was coughing deeply, which caused the doctors concern that she’d had more physical injuries than she led on.

Esme and Carlisle arrived at the hospital shortly after they’d arrived at the emergency department. Rose had called Emmett, who had reached out to his parents, informing them of the incident that happened at The Stockyards. Upon their arrival, Esme threw her arms around Edward, sobbing in relief.

“You’re okay,” she cried, pulling back, and looking at her son. His face was covered with soot, and he had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. “Edward, you’re okay. Thank GOD!” She turned to Bella, who looked worn out and her pale skin was almost translucent. Esme was deeply concerned about her son’s girlfriend and her former doctor. Her eyes were closed, but her rest was clearly not relaxing, and she was shivering, almost uncontrollably. Her face was also covered with soot and every inch of her skin was covered in bruises. “Bella …”

“She’s sedated,” Edward said, picking up Bella’s tiny hand. “She was … it was a nightmare for her, Mom. For both her and Renee.”

“What happened?” Carlisle asked, giving his son a hug before stepping back.

“Renee and Bella were lured into an unfinished condo at the new condo complex, The Stockyards. Renee had been seemingly hired by a supposed owner and that was a complete ruse,” Edward explained. “The owner turned out to be Aro Volturi.”

“Should we know that name?” Esme asked.

“I do,” Carlisle frowned.







Sunday, August 8, 2021

Fire of Your Soul Teaser

 The ambulances rushed through the busy streets as the blue and red lights flashing brightly through the dark night while they traveled to Virginia Mason Hospital. All of the patients were in stable condition, though they all needed blood work, oxygen, and chest X-rays. The EMTs had their hands full with Edward and Renee, who wanted to ride in the same ambulance as their loved ones.

Charlie had the more serious injuries with a dislocated shoulder and facial burns. The EMTs heard how he had run into a wall of fire with only his turnout coat on and came through with only minor burns to the skin that was not protected by the coat.

Bella was the next in line for serious injuries, though hers were from a physical altercation. Her face was covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts. She also complained that it hurt to breathe, like something was poking her on the inside. More than likely, she had several broken ribs, and one was pressing against her lung. They needed to move her carefully, preventing the rib from piercing her lung and causing it to deflate. Bella also had a splint around her wrist from a broken wrist.

All of them dealt with smoke inhalation, ranging from minor sore throats to deep, body-wracking coughs. It appeared that Bella and Charlie suffered the most in that regard with their other injuries causing them to breathe in most of the noxious fumes.

Arriving at the hospital, Charlie was brought into a trauma room, while the other three were placed in the emergency department, on gurneys that were all in the same location, close to Charlie’s trauma room. Edward refused to lay down in the gurney, choosing to sit next to Bella. Renee was arguing with a nurse, pleading to be with her husband. Unfortunately, her oxygen levels were too low to abide by her desperate pleas. She was coughing deeply, which caused the doctors concern that she’d had more physical injuries than she led on.

Esme and Carlisle arrived at the hospital shortly after they’d arrived at the emergency department. Rose had called Emmett, who had reached out to his parents, informing them of the incident that had happened at The Stockyards. Upon their arrival, Esme threw her arms around Edward, sobbing in relief.

“You’re okay,” she cried, pulling back, and looking at her son. His face was covered with soot, and he had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. “Edward, you’re okay. Thank GOD!” She turned to Bella, who looked worn out and her pale skin was almost translucent. Esme was deeply concerned about her son’s girlfriend and her former doctor. Her eyes were closed, but her rest was clearly not relaxing, and she was shivering, almost uncontrollably. Her face was also covered with soot and every inch of her skin was covered in bruises. “Bella …”

“She’s sedated,” Edward said, picking up Bella’s tiny hand. “She was … it was a nightmare for her, Mom. For both her and Renee.”

“What happened?” Carlisle asked, giving his son a hug before stepping back.




Friday, July 6, 2018

Fire of Your Soul Teaser


The ambulance roared toward the hospital with Edward sitting on the gurney, the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.  Even with the oxygen being pushed into his lungs, he felt like he couldn’t breathe like an elephant was sitting on his chest.  The guilt he felt from losing his victim. The young woman who slipped out of his hand was Charlie Swan’s daughter.  The very same daughter he had just boasted about just a few hours before playing at the concert, debuting with the Seattle Symphony.

Fuck!

Edward closed his eyes, but as soon as he did he was bombarded with the images of Angela as she looked up at him.  Her sweet, innocent face, so full of fear, begging him to save her.  Why couldn’t he have just held on?  Was he such a weakling that he couldn’t hold onto this small woman, just a few moments longer?  Was he even good at his job?  Angela was dead because of him.  Instead of saving lives, he was taking them. How could he look Charlie in the face again?

The ambulance pulled up to the hospital and the EMTs opened the back, wheeling Edward into the emergency department.  As the gurney was pushed through the door, it was met by a worried Carlisle and Esme. Edward’s chief had called them as soon as Edward was put in the ambulance.  

Over the years, the chief had seen what happened to firemen after they lost someone in a fire.  Some were able to take it in stride, but others would completely implode, blaming themselves for the loss of a victim.  The vacant, broken look in Edward’s eyes was the one that was about to implode, or worse, completely shut down.  He knew that Edward and Charlie were close friends, with a great deal of respect flowing between the two of them, which made this even worse.  So, the chief called in reinforcements with Carlisle and Esme. Edward would need his family in order to get over the guilt of losing a victim, of seeing the daughter of a man who Edward respected die needlessly.

Edward was checked over and was attached to an oxygen mask for the rest of the night. The damage to his lungs wasn’t too bad, but his oxygen saturation was low. He was monitored while his hands were dressed.

As Edward’s parents watched him while he was being checked out, Esme wanted to hug him, make his hurt go away. She saw the haunted look in his eyes and she knew something tragic happened. The battalion chief, when calling the mayor and his wife, had said that Edward would need his family. However, the reason for that need was left unsaid. She sat next to him, gently rubbing his arm as he slept fitfully after his wounds were dressed.

Carlisle had gone to Edward’s apartment, picking up a change of clothes. When he arrived, he heard Edward’s angry but defeated voice yelling at his mother.

“There’s nothing you can do to make it better, Mom!” Edward snarled. “You can’t just hug me, and it magically makes everything better. I fucked up. I lost someone. I watched a girl plummet to her death and there’s not a goddamned thing I can do about it.”

“But, baby, I just want to …” Esme said, her voice calm and reaching for his hands.

“I don’t deserve it!” Edward roared, pulling his hands away and turning his face away from his mother.  As he glared out the darkened window, he snapped, “You want to hug someone? Go help the Swans.”

“What do you mean, son?” Carlisle asked, placing his son’s clothes on the plastic recliner in his room.

“The girl who died? The one that I couldn’t fucking save? Charlie’s daughter,” Edward said, his voice cracking. “She begged me, Dad. She didn’t want to die, but I wasn’t strong enough. I let her fall.”

“No, Edward,” Esme argued. “It’s not your fault.”

“My job is to serve and protect. I’m a first responder. I couldn’t do that for her. I couldn’t help Angela,” Edward cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. He coughed, unable to catch his breath. “What’s the point? I … I …”

“Edward, son, you need to calm down,” Carlisle said, taking Edward’s hands. “Deep breaths, son.”

“I couldn’t save her, Dad,” Edward sobbed, falling onto his ass on the hard floor of the hospital. His breathing was still irregular, and his heart rate was through the roof. Carlisle wrapped his arms around Edward’s trembling body. Edward clung to his dad, crying brokenly and struggling to breathe.