Double post!! I win!!
Mini story: part one... (to be named later...)
First, some cute ones of the children
Jordan is afraid of ghosts...
Really, really afraid.
This is Aidan, he has DMD just like Jordan
And his twin sister, Nadia (that's Aidan backwards XD )
Jordan is my favorite one, in case you can't tell:
ONWARD!
Several hours after Aidan had stopped breathing, his father had walked in. Noticing he wasn’t breathing, he called 911.
His father, David, didn’t like this. Not at all. His wife was on bed rest in the hospital, his daughter was in for cancer, renal failure, and now- after a third time on chemo- a failing liver. And now his youngest son was going to need PLENTY of breathing help.
“Yes, I’m positive he’s not breathing. No, no it’s not the heat. He has Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy in a severe form. Yes I know when to call 911 with boys with Duchenne; I have two, maybe more on the way. No, we can’t wait. Yes, thank you.”
“Dad?” Jordan asked groggily, in the doorway. “Is something wrong?”
“Er, well…” David sighed. “Aidan isn’t breathing.” He told Jordan.
Jordan nodded, yawned, and then stumbled. He picked himself up, and went back to his room. The next time David saw him, he- along with his other two siblings- had been fully dressed, and Jordan had been in his wheelchair.
Together, they had driven to the hospital, following the ambulance.
“We’re afraid that you’re son is much more high-risk than we thought. I don’t think it very safe to send him home…”
“So, he’ll have to live here?” David asked.
“I’m afraid so.”
David nodded.
Aidan and Nadia were completely unaware of what anybody was talking about, or why they were all sad.
It didn’t take long for the twins to fall asleep. The older kids had not heard the news about Aidan living there. But still, they sat alone, moping.
David, unfortunately, was not paying attention as Jordan stared after Aidan. It appeared as though he was having a nightmare. Jordan thought waking him would be a good alternative to the dream, but before he’d had the chance, David told them the news.
“How could you?” Jordan screamed, wagging a finger at his parent.
With each protest from his father, Jordan got angrier. Tears began dripping from his eyes.
“He needs me! He needs you! He needs us! This is all your fault!” Jordan howled. By now, tears streamed down his cheeks
“He can’t live here! He’ll just die alone!” He screamed, not caring if he woke his brother up. His face was reddened and covered with tears. He turned away from his father.
“He wouldn’t want to live here.” He growled, as he wheeled himself across the room from his father.
Somewhere in the hallway, in a fit of rage, Jordan ditched his wheelchair. He couldn’t really do very far without it, but he was too angry to care. In a waiting room, he stomped his feet.
He was so angry with his father and the doctors that he wanted to push them all out of a two story window.
He jammed his fists into mid air, and screamed loudly.
The news of his brother actually had put him in pain.
He couldn’t help himself. He just sobbed and screamed.
He stamped his feet, and the metal brackets dug into his skin, and made him angrier.
The pain in his legs and the pain of the thought of loosing his brother made him dizzy.
He fell backwards.
From where he lay on the ground, no one could see him.
After several moments, a toddler and her older sister walked by.
She looked at him curiously. Then, his heart began to act up. He twisted in pain, unconscious.
The girl pushed her sister over to the doorway, and sat and held his head while he turned and twisted.
Once Jordan stopped writhing in pain, the girl ran to find a nurse.
She had tears falling down her face as she ran. Suddenly her dad stopped her.
“Angie? What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to comfort her.
“A boy, he’s… he’s… I think he might be dead. He was lying on the ground, and he was twisting, he looked like he was in a lot of pain. I tried to help, but then he stopped, so I came to find help.” Angie explained.
“He’s unconscious.” The doctor- Angie’s father- said. “Not dead.”
Angie stood in the doorway, crying,
The doctor, and two nurses, tried to wake him, but there was no reaction.
Finally, they intubated him, and the doctor kept him alive.
Eventually, he awoke.
Realizing he couldn’t breathe, the doctor took out the tube, and put an oxygen mask on him.
The two nurses then tried to help him up, but to no avail.
The nurse in the red scrubs left, and the doctor and the other nurse helped Jordan up.
He was almost up.
And then he fell.
It seemed as thought Jordan falling had scared the doctor.
He slowly and carefully helped Jordan up a second time.
Since he had fallen on his back, Jordan could not use the Gower maneuver, which was probably what was causing all of his difficulty getting up.
“Thank you.” Jordan told the doctor. “Um, can you go get my wheelchair? It’s red, it should be in the hall somewhere, and it’s really hard to get around without it.
The doctor sat him on the bench.
After some time the doctor came back with Jordan’s wheelchair.
Jordan almost fell backwards just trying to get into it.
“What unit are you in?”
“Well, I’m usually in the CCU or regular peds ward. But today I’m just visiting my little brother.”
“I see, well I’d like you to come with me to the CCU then, make sure you’re alright. That looks like that hurt.”
Jordan wheeled himself down the hall, and the doctor followed.
While he was in the CCU, his sister- Annie - came to visit him.
He explained what had happened.
“Jordan, that was really stupid. You could have died.”
“So?”
Eventually, they stopped arguing, and began talking.
…
Jordan no longer needed breathing help, just had to take antibiotics through a nose tube- which he often did.
Upstairs, his family was concerned, but figured he’d gone to see Annie, and left it at that.
Would they be surprised that her room was empty?
….. to be continued…..
