“Goodie, she’s going to float.” He said, his speech garbled,
blood spilling from his mouth when he spoke and Ashley closed her eyes, her
struggles weakening and as she started to slip away, she heard beeping sounds,
seemingly far away and then voices nearby. She struggled to breathe, every
breath gushing out blood from the gaping hole in her neck and it felt like
something stuck in her throat. She started to gag, a retching sound tried to
come out but couldn’t make it past the torn open flesh, instead pouring more
blood from her neck.
She knew she was dying and decided to stop fighting and closed
her eyes again. Then she thought she heard a frantic voice. “We’re losing her,
get that tube in her neck. Start and IV of two liters of blood, I’m starting
compressions she heard and felt pressure on her chest, the sounds started to
become fainter and the pressure kept getting more intense and then she felt a
sudden rush of air in her lungs and then heard a faint but steady beeping sound
near her head.
“Okay, we’ve got her back. I’ll go tell her friends what’s going
on.” She heard the doctor say but she couldn’t open her eyes to see what he
looked like and it still felt like something stuck in her throat and whatever
it was, was pushing air into her lungs. She was tired and felt her body start
relaxing.
*One Week Later*
Ashley felt her throat burning and groaned, every part of her
body felt as if it had been beaten. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked
against the bright white lights shining over her and she heard a beeping sound.
Turning her head toward the sound, an immense pain shot up her
neck and she moaned. “Where am I?” She said, raising her hand to her throat and
felt a large bandage there, feeling slightly moist.
“You’re in the hospital Ashley. You were badly hurt in a fall
and you landed on a broken piece of glass, lacerating your throat. They had to
do surgery to repair it.” Stephen told her, rising from his hard green chair
he’d been sitting in for the last six hours.
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