From the Edge
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"Captain, I did my best. I really tried."
"Eppy, it's not your fault," Captain Blaisdell stated.
"But Peter's my partner. I care for the kid. If anything happens to him . . ."
"Don't you start blaming yourself over this. They had too much firepower. Too many people got hurt, including a kid who shouldn't even have been there. I should be checking up on him . . ."
"I'll do it. I'll find out who the kid is and let his folks know."
After you do that, go back to the precinct and see what you can find out about this new gang. I'll keep you posted on Peter's condition."
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Peter Caine once again woke to pain, but this time, he was not alone.
"Easy, son we're here."
"Make it stop, please make it stop."
"I'll get the doctor."
"Please, Paul, he's in so much pain."
It wasn't long before Paul Blaisdell returned with Doctor Randell in tow.
"Please, you must do something for him. He's in a great deal of pain," Annie pleaded.
Without saying another word, Dr Randell examined his patient. He lifted one of Peter's eyelids and with the eye scope peered into Peter's vision. He then listened to Peter's heart and pulse. Then placing a hand on Peter's forehead, he felt for a fever. His patient should not have been in this kind of pain after the surgery. It was possible after one of the bullets had been removed; his assistant might have pinched a nerve or some muscle tissue as he was closing the wounds. Dr. Randell knew he should not have allowed a resident just fresh out of medical school to finish the surgery, but sometimes you had to allow new doctors the opportunity to get their hands dirty. The surgery should have been considered routine. Though the patient had lost a lot of blood, Dr. Randells felt that none of the wounds had been life threatening. Dr. Randell went to the door of his patient's room.
"Nurse," Dr. Randell called. A nurse with long dark hair tied up in a bun approached. "Please see that this patient is given a dose of this every four hours to relieve pain." Dr. Randell wrote in Peter's chart then handed the chart to her.
"Doctor, are you sure this is correct? It seems to little."
"I will decide how much the patient needs, nurse."
"Yes, Doctor."
"See that it is taken care of immediately."
Dr. Randell walked away, sweat beading on his forehead. He never ordered so little for a patient before, but this particular one was a special case. He did not want to suddenly be giving this particular patient too much at once. He preferred that it be done in stages to achieve the desired results.
A few moments had gone by and the nurse re-entered Peter's room with a syringe. She went to the IV bag filled with fluid and stuck the needle into the proper insert point. She then emptied the needle into the tube. After giving the patient medication, she took the syringe back where she came from and returned with another IV bag of clear liquid and a medication monitoring station. She hooked up the IV, adjusted the automatic monitor, and then proceeded to jam the needle into one of the patient's veins of his left hand. After the needle was taped in place, she opened the valve and adjusted the drip system to allow the liquid to flow at the desired rate.
Paul Blaisdell and his wife Annie watched as the nurse hooked up another IV to their son. Paul could not help but remark to himself that Peter was looking like some strange science experiment with all the monitors attached to him in various places. It helped to dispel some of the worry that he felt.
"Nurse, is our son going to be all right?"
"Yes, he will be fine. Dr. Randell just ordered that he be given some medication for the pain. Not to worry, it's being monitored. He's getting the best of care," the nurse said innocently.
As soon as the medication entered his blood stream, Peter Caine once again slipped into a not so dreamless sleep. The dreams started out pleasant enough, but were soon changing into nightmares that haunted his soul, nightmares where pain lived and no amount of medication was going to stop it.
End of Part 2
Alisa Joaquin Copyright@2001.
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