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Jun 21, 2010 13:49:23 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 13:49:23 GMT -5
Derek and Addison held their son, soothing him as he began to cry and Addison, realizing that he was hungry got a bottle of formula and sat down in the rocking chair feeding him. Derek smiled at her, and then explained to the security officer that he had called what had happened. Showing him the shattered vials and handing him the seringe with the first step of the leathle injection in it. The officer took Meredith down to the office for questioning and Derek, thinking that all of this horribleness was over, stood by his wife, watching her, how gentle she was with Eathen, how she thought he was made of glass.
“He's not going to break Addie.”
“He was almost murdered.”
“He's fine.”
“He's not fine.” Addison exclaimed to derek. “He was almost murdered by your girlfriend. He's not fine. I was almost murdered by your girlfriend I'm not fine. Someone is trying to get us out of the picture and really Derek Were not fine.” She said her voice firm, but there were tears falling from her eyes. When Eathen was burped and changed she re-swaddled him in his blanket and gently laid him back down in the crib. She sank to the ground.
“I can't do this Derek.” Addison said, softly.
“What are you talking about Addison?” He asked, a slight bit confused.
“I cna't do this. I can't handle this . All of this . I can't function with all of this going on. I need to leave. With me gone you and Eathen will be safe. With me gone everything will go back to normal.” She said the words before she fully realized what she was saying. She loved her son and her husband so much , but did she really love them enough to leave them?
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Jun 21, 2010 14:01:49 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jun 21, 2010 14:01:49 GMT -5
"Addison, realistically speaking...it's not just you they want you out the picture. They want you and our son gone. So if you leave and leave him here with me than I'd have to protect him all on my own. I can't be in surgery and with him at the same time. I can't have my eye on him constantly and we can't leave him for a single second."
"So you want me to take him with me?" she asked in a confused shock, assuming her wants want both of them gone so he could live his life calmly and without having to deal with their drama.
"No!" he exclaimed suddenly. "I don't want either of you to leave. I want you both to stay here with me and I want both us to be here to protect him and I want to be able to at the very least believe that I can protect you. I'm a guy, Addison...you're husband no less and I should be able to protect you!"
"Honey, some things are beyond your control." she answered with the same realistic approach. "If someone wants me and Ethan dead than they're going to accomplish it soon or later. You can't protect me forever and we can't protect him forever."
"No they're not!" he yelled. "We can do this. What happen to 'We're Derek and Addison and we don't give up?' You're giving up right now, Addison. You fought to get passed the rape alone, you fought for our marriage...alone, you fought to get better for our son and now you're going to fight to keep yourself alive long enough to keep him alive. You can't give up now."
"What is the rape was planned too?" she asked, going into another numbed trance where everything became more and more real in her mind and she understood the gravity of everything that's gone on in her life. "And it was somehow arranged the you would choose to come home that night for the first time in months."
Derek leaned against the wall in back of him, he needed something to hold him up while he went deep into a cycle of thinking. "Do you think someone is really that bored with their life to sit there and think of insane ways to torture you?...I've seen it in crazy Lifetime movies but...that's Lifetime. This is real life."
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Jun 21, 2010 14:22:17 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 14:22:17 GMT -5
It was two weeks later when the next tragedy happened. Addison, being so protective of her son, had taken to carrying him around in a sling on her the entire time. She kept him in the room with her when she was doing examinations, and he had, although he was sleeping both times, been a witness to six births and eight great surgery. They had sterilized a baby seat and kept it in the operating rooms so that she could always keep an eye on her son, never letting him out of her sight.
She had him on her front in the sling, she had just come out of the OR and needed to go downstairs to check on her little patient in the NICU and what happened on the way was worse than anyone could have imagined.
The hallways were crowded for that time of day, doctors nurses, patients , it was rainning and she had decided to take the stairs to save time, since the elevator wasn't working properly...She didn't remember much after that , she had went to take the first step down and she felt someone shove her, she had managed to turn herself around so that as she fell she fell backwords down the stairs, knowing that if she fell forwards she would fall on her son, crushing him, and as she did she saw the body of an african american doctor in intern scrubs entering the floor she had just come off of as she fell. She somehow rolled and fell down the next set of stairs. She hit her head hard, and was nocked uncausious. Unable to move. She could hear Eathen crying , but she didn't know if he was ok or not. Unable to stay awake anylonger, and the wind knocked out of her so hard that she couldn't talk, she closed her eyes, falling into uncautiousness, blood seeping from her head. Her baby screaming at the top of his lungs, her arms, wrapped protectivly around him and the sling.
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Jun 21, 2010 14:39:13 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jun 21, 2010 14:39:13 GMT -5
Eventually the baby's cried were heard through the loud commotion of the whatever department was on the other side of the door which hid the stairway. Luckily, that was the surgical wing were Derek had just walked out of his last operation. He instantly registered the sound of his son crying and knew that something had to be wrong if his mother hadn't been able to control it.
He took off running in the direction of the cry until he discovered his wife lying on her back at the base of the staircase with her arms protectively holding her son. Derek's first instinct was to call for help but he knew he could trust just anyone. He called the one person who knew would be there for him no matter what, that person being Mark who insisted on sticking around to make sure Addison was okay since the very first incident.
"What the hell happened now?!" Mark asked as he walked into the small spaced allotted to the staircase which was now crowded by three adults and a screaming baby. He looked down to see Derek kneeling beside his unconscious wife in a panic. "Give me the kid, I'll make sure he's okay...like personally. Won't call anyone else to do anything to him. You just make sure he's okay." he suggested the plan of action.
Derek took the suggested and carefully placed his son into Mark's arms. "Seriously, dude, don't you dare let anyone else anywhere near my kid." he repeated as a precaution. Mark gave a reassuring nod before walking off and leaving Derek to figure out what had happened with his wife. "Addison?" he called out, trying to do something to get her to open her eyes. The attempt was unsuccessful.
He let his instincts as her husband die down and those of an internationally renowned physician take over as he pressed his fingers in the side of her neck to check of a pulse, only then noticing the gash on the back of her head. He carefully lifted her body into his arms to take her to a room where he could get a better understand of her condition but until then...he was starting to believe that he needed to prepare himself for the worst.
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Jun 21, 2010 14:55:06 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 14:55:06 GMT -5
Addison was taken to a room where Derek hooked his wife up to an IV, which was standard procedure, and then carefully cleaned the deep gash on the back of Addison's head/neck just below the hairline and stitched it up. He got a picture of what was going on inside of her brain and ordered a full neurological work up. She wasn't bleeding inside of her brain, but Derek was still concerned, she still hadn't woken up from this latest attack.
Mark brought Eathen into the room Although he was still young, upon seeing his daddy he made cute baby noises, he wasn't crying anymore, and as Mark put a bottle in his mouth he cooed quite contently.
“He's fine. She must have really taken a beating to have fallen two flights of stairs and had the control and ability to save her son through all of that.” He said. Addison was laying on her side now on the bed in the recovery position, Mark looked at the white bandage where Derek had sewn her up and placed the bandage over his handywork to keep infection out.
“She's going to be pissed if you left a scar.” Mark said in a mocking playful tone. He knew that every since she had been old enough to get elective surgery, nobody touched her to sew up cuts accept for the plastic surgon. She HATED scars.
“If she survives I don't think she'll mind this time.”
“What else is wrong?”
“Four broken ribs, No internal bleeding, no cerebal hemrages, her brain seems to be in perfect order, but she's not waking up. Could she have hit her head so hard that she went into a coma without having her brain swell or bleeding?” Derek asked, he was more thinking aloud than asking Mark the question. He had never seen anything like this. Something else must have been wrong. HE must have been missing something.
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Jun 21, 2010 15:28:00 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jun 21, 2010 15:28:00 GMT -5
"You're not missing anything." Mark answered surely. "You ran every test Derek...more tests than you needed to. You can't be missing anything. She'll come out of it in a little while and she'll be fine. She took a pretty bitchin' fall. Did you expect her to get up right away and be perfectly alright?"
"Are you sure my kid's okay?" he asked in a state of paranoia. "Cuz you're a plastic surgeon. What would you know about treating babies?"
"Okay... now we're trying to bruise my ego?" Mark asked incredulously. "I may me a man-whore and at time a shallow plastic surgeon but this is your kid we're talking about. And been best friends with the famous Addison Shepherd for like...two decades. And she is his mother, by the way. I think I'd have picked up a thing or two from her and believe me, I love this kid as much as you two do. He may not be mine but I don't see him any less cause of that. I'm gonna teach him how to hit on chicks and look hot without trying...he's gonna be my protege."
Derek sighed, admitting he was wrong for underestimating his best friend. "Do you think Addison is lying to me and she's not actually being targeted but she's trying to hurt herself? Like...either she'd got Munchhausens or she's suicidal or something?"
"How does catching Meredith Grey trying to kill your son fit in with that theory?...And I did witness her being raped. Believe me, that was rape. She was NOT asking for that." he emphasized. "I think someone's doing something to her and if you've noticed, it's been a pattern. Her, Ethan and now her again. If you listen to me, you should figure out what's going on and keep your kid from any harm."
"Good point." Derek admitted.
"Of course it's a good point. I'm Mark Sloan, I'm filled with good points." he replied with a cocky grin. "And don't leave Ethan with Addison, that's just too easy. Two birds with one stone. She protected him this time, she might not be able to next time."
"You've been watching too much CSI."
He nodded. "Got nothing better to do at that hotel. And it's not CSI...I've been watching suspense thrillers on pay per view. Porn got so predictable after a while."
"I wish I had your problems, Mark. I really do."
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Jun 21, 2010 16:56:06 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 16:56:06 GMT -5
Addison coughed in her sleep. She was having the same nightmare again and again, and now the only diffrence was that there was a new ending to it. Someone trying to kill her and her son, her falling down the stairs. Her feeling helpless and lost as she tries her best to keep her son safe and fails over and over again. It had been four weeks since she had fallen down the stairs and she still hadn't woken up , although there was no real damage, they feared that Addison had lost her will to live. She was being fed through a tube to keep her alive, and there was something about that dream, about that day that caused her to wake up. To sit bolt right in the bed. Coughing. Derek moved over to her immideatly. Checking her pulse.
“She's trying to kill him!” Addison screamed in panic. “Eathen! Where's eathen?!” She asked panicked “Their trying to kill my son!” She screamed in a panic. It had been 4 weeks that she had been asleep, and while she was sleeping no further attempts had been made on Addison or Eathen's life. She kept screaming over and over again and Derek took her, grabbing her by the arms to stop her thrashing around in the bed.
“Look at me. “ Derek said in a soothing tone. “Addison it's ok, look at me.” He said trying to calm her down before she threw herself into an anxiety attack hyperventalation frenzy. Addie looked at him, and slowly began to simmer. The look of confusion in her eyes was evident as she looked down at iv's in her hands, and the hospital room.
“This is really getting rediculous.” She muttered.
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Jun 21, 2010 17:22:59 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jun 21, 2010 17:22:59 GMT -5
"You wanna move?" Addison asked one day almost four weeks after waking up to find herself in a hospital bed hooked up to IVs..yet again. "We can go to like...Alaska or Antarctica or Uruguay...or some other random place where no one will follow up no matter how badly they want us dead.
"You moved here and that didn't stop anything from happening. What makes you think moving somewhere else will make it stop?" Derek answered tiredly, given it was somewhere around three am and he should be sleep not making living arrangements. "If they want you dead than moving will not stop them."
"I'm gonna go check on Ethan." she decided before getting out of bed.
"He's five feet away, Addison." Derek answered. "If something was to happen to him than we'd hear it..not to mention see it. Stop being so paranoid about everything. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack and then no one will need to kill you because you've done it to yourself." he snapped.
Addison turned around with her now two month old son sleeping peacefully in her arms. "What?" she asked, caught a little off caught from the coldness and submissiveness in his voice. "You don't care about any of this anymore, do you?"
"What?!" Derek asked, getting up from bed and waving his arms around in anger as he yelled. "Do you just love playing the victim, don't you?! Well I'm a victim in this, too..Okay? Stop acting like you're the only one effected!"
"You are unbelievable!" Addison yelled as she placed her son in his car seat. "You think I'm doing this for attention and to get you to feel sorry for me?! You think this is about being the victim?! I don't wanna be the victim!"
"Okay, stop screaming!" he yelled back. "You're over reacting . We were just talking and now you're screaming at the top of your lungs."
"Well so are you!" she answered while pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweater. "I'm leaving and I'm taking Ethan. I wouldn't want us to be a bother to you anymore than we have." she said softly as she picked up the car seat and walked toward the door of the trailer.
"You're not leaving, Addison. Something might happen to you. Stop over reacting and stay, please." he begged.
"No. Derek, face it. It's over." she replied and walked out.
Derek got up and stood on the porch, watching as his wife secured their son's car seat in her car. "Fine!" he yelled loud enough for her to hear. "I don't even care anymore. Do whatever the fuck you wanna do!"
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Jun 21, 2010 17:47:42 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 17:47:42 GMT -5
She drove for what seemed like hours, but she was sure it was only 15 or 20 mintues because she sooon arived at the hilton and after careful consideration took her son out of the car, with his carseat and diaper bag, grabbed her purse and walked inside of the hotel to check in.
“Do NOT give anyone the key to this room, Do not tell anyone I have checked in , or that you even saw me Lawsuits will await anyone that does , I promise you that.” Addison had informed the manager of the hotel before taking the key from his hand and going up to her room. She locked the door, and the deadbolt, and laid her son on the bed, before laying down on the bed for a few minutes herself. About an hour later she got up, and went to the bathroom, It was about to be Ethen's feeding time, and so she knew he would wake up and be fussy if she didn't get his bottle ready, a strange odor filled the room from underneth the door, and Addison could hear her son chocking in the other room. She dropped the now fixed bottle in the sink and ran out of her room, to find her son turning blue, and coughing, his winnie the pooh , five ounce bottle full of a clear liquid and the smell of amonia even stronger still.
Addison grabbed her son up, laid him over her legs and hit him on his back over and over again until finally he burped, the biggest burp he had ever burped in his life, and he began to scream. She had never heard anything like that in her life. He was screaming, wheeping , as if he were in a great deal of pain. Addison's heart was racing, she didn't realize she was crying until that moment. She held him close and examined the inside of his mouth, where angry burns were already starting to develop in his cheeks and throat. Looking around she saw a small empty bottle of amonia sitting near the diaper bag, as if it had been there all along. Holding her son close she wept.
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Jun 21, 2010 18:10:32 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jun 21, 2010 18:10:32 GMT -5
She kept him close to her body, trying her best to soothe away his tears. Assuming he must be starving, she picked up the bottle she had made of him and tried to feed him. Ethan on the other hand, refused to drink anything. He began gagging and pushing the bottle away from him. He may have been a new born but he knew for a fact he wasn't drink from that bottle again.
Addison held him up so he wouldn't choke on his vomit, if that's what he was attempting to do at least and gently rubbed his back. Ethan continued to gag until it became retching and an unmistakable red fluid began to eject from his mouth all over her legs and the beige carpet. "Ethan..." Addison sighed, almost as if she could feel the pain her son was enduring.
After he had stopped vomiting, she managed to put him down to sleep figuring that was the only way he could get a break from his pain. As soon as he fell asleep, Addison called the one remaining person she trusted and that was Mark. He arrived to her room within minutes, partly because he was two floors away. "What happen?!" he asked, already knowing that something wasn't right again.
"He drank ammonia." Addison answered with a sound of withdrawal. "I went to the bathroom to make him a bottle over the sink, he was sleep, the door was locked. I came out a second later to see him awake and already drinking about of a bottle...except it wasn't formula. It was ammonia."
"You've got blood on your pants." he pointed out, now just as numb and lost as she was. "And the carpet."
"He threw up." she explained.
He nodded, pacing back and forth. "How could someone have gotten in here if the door was lock..and why would someone be so cruel as to feed a little baby a bottle of ammonia?" he thought aloud, trying to make more connections to the movies he'd been watching to solve the mystery. "Should we get him to a hospital? Get him activated charcoal, pump his stomach...something..."
"I don't trust anyone at the hospital. Last time I left him there to get better her was almost injected with poison." she answered.
"Wait..." Mark began, looking around the room as if he'd made a revolutionary discovery. "Derek? Where's Derek? Why are you here to begin with?" he asked. "Did he go down to talk to security or something? Did you guys finally realize that living in a trailer was too big a risk?"
"Derek's not here."
"Derek's not here?! Why? Were is he? Oh...did he go to get activate charcoal and some other things from the hospital so we can treat him here?" he asked only to see her shake her head. "You and Derek aren't together anymore?!"
"Would it be crazy to think that Derek is somehow involved in this?"
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Jun 21, 2010 18:33:31 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 18:33:31 GMT -5
“We broke up and I left. He accused me of 'playing the victim' I havn't seen anyone attempt to kill him yet, nobody poisioned him, nobody stabbed him. But he's claiming that he's the victim in all of this. Seriously Mark, how could he be so dense?” Addison asked, but she was loosing grip.
“He's not involved Mark, he loved me, and he wants Eathen, he nearly had a heart attack when I said I was leaving, he begged me not to go, until he got angry again.” Mark gently stroked her hair. She sank down onto the couch, and him beside her. She looked very tired. Older than her age.
“You've got to calm down red.” He told her. “It's five AM when was the last time you slept or ate anything?” He askd her and she just shook her head. Her stomach had been in knots for the last few months since these attacks had started. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually eaten, although she knew that she must have eaten something over the last few months, because she was obviously alive. Unless she happened to have some super power in her body that allowed her to live on coffee alone. Which is all she can actually remember injesting since this happened.
“Please eat Ethen.” Addison begged her son. She was holding him again and trying to get him to take his bottle. He cried and turned his head, refusing to even try. She knew he was hungry, and it was breaking her heart that he was so hungry yet refusing to eat. She handed him to mark and picked up the bottle with the Amonia in it. She gave a sigh of relief when she realized that it was still on the 5oz mark , so he hadn't gotten , depending on how full they had filled it, more than a table spoon full.
She took the milk bottle and, while mark held him she tickled him under his chin causing him to open his mouth and gently squeezed some of the milk into the baby's mouth. He started to fuss again, but once he realized it wasn't poison, he looked up at her expectently, she handed mark the bottle.
“Why is this happening to us? Am I that bad of a person Mark? Have I seriously pissed off that many people so that they want to kill me, kill my son?” She asked. It was obvious that she was on the verge of a psycotic break.
“Take him, just take him, and I will leave. He will be safe with you.” She said, sadness showing in her eyes. “Please Mark. I don't care what happens to me, but I need to know that my son will be safe.”
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Jun 21, 2010 19:14:23 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jun 21, 2010 19:14:23 GMT -5
"I'm not going to take your kid, Addison. That's insane. He's your kid." Mark exclaimed. "You're his mother, I could never provide same comfort that you do for him. Why would you even make such an insane suggestion, Ad? You can't possibly want to give up your son."
"I don't want him to die, Mark. He's gone through a lot more than any other normal two month old does. And it's because of me! Someone is after me and what better way to hurt a mother than torture her child? It's only logical that if I wasn't in the same equation as him than he wouldn't be going through any of this."
"If you were in the same 'equation' as him he couldn't even he alive." Mark pointed out. "And yeah, he has been through a lot. He was premature, he was almost given the lethal injection, he just drank ammonia...but giving him to be and running off isn't going to make things better for him, Addison. It'll make things worse."
"He's two months old, Mark. He's never going to be able to remember me. If they succeed in, which lets face, eventually they will than it won't matter to him." Addison reasoned. "You'll have him, if you raise him as your own and tell him his mother was a little whore who left him than he'd never ask about me again."
"I'm not telling him that his mother was a whore and didn't care about him when you've done everything in your power over the last few months to keep him alive." Mark answered. "I'd do anything for you, Ad but I'm not lying to your kid."
"Fine. Do whatever you want with him." she answered. "I can't be with him. I'm not gonna let my son die because of me. I need to go and once I'm dead and you know everything is in the clear than you could give him back to Derek or put him up for adoption...Just make sure he has parents who really love him."
"Addison, you're being irrational...and a little bit psycho." he rationalized. "You are not going to give up and let someone kill you. I'm not going to let you give up and let someone kill you."
"I could just kill myself. Make it easier for everyone involve. I mean...there is ammonia right there. All I have to do is drink it."
"You wouldn't do that." Mark answered. "I will tie your arms behind you back and super glue your ass to a chair if I find out you're thinking of killing yourself...and I'll feed you everyday, hour on the hour so you don't find a loop hole and die of malnutrition."
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Jun 21, 2010 19:46:42 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 19:46:42 GMT -5
“Mommy! Mommy! “ Ethen screamed as he ran from the teacher's arms and wrapped his arms around his mother, He had been crying, and although his voice sounded terrified, and he was no longer sobbing, tears were still falling from his eyes.
“What happened?” Addison asked angerly.
“We had the kids on the playground and someone tried to steal him.” The teacher said. “Mrs. Montgomery I'm so sorry.” She exclaimed .
“Sorry?!!?! Sorry?!!?! Someone almost kidnapped my Son while he was in your care and al you can say is your sorry?!?” Addison asked outraged. She looked at her son who was clinging to her as if he feared he would never see her again.
“We called the police and they've taken the case.”
“Do you think I care about the police?” Addison asked her “ The police have done nothing for me. Someone has been trying to kill my son since the day he was born, I have restraining orders and All you can do is nothing?! Do you think I give you 9,000/ month to do nothing?” She asked angerly, but it was more panic than anger.
“Come on Ethen, were going home. I need his records, I am withdrawing him from your school.” Addison said, the teacher refered her to the front desk and she signed the paperwork to withdraw him from the pre-school.
Once they were home Addison began throwing clothing and other essential items into a bag and then she got her son from his room and got into her car. Ready to leave before anything else happened.
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Jun 21, 2010 20:04:21 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jun 21, 2010 20:04:21 GMT -5
Ethan watched his mother through the rear view mirror from his car seat, pretending that he was the one driving the car. He'd imitate every slight turn of the steering wheel and even check over his shoulder while the car shifted between lanes.
"Where are we going Mommy?" he asked while stuck under a red light, his foot pressed steadily on the invisible brake. "Drive idiot!" He yelled at the car in front of them a second after the light turned green.
Addison looked back at her son and smiled. "I'm not exactly sure, kid." she answered, turning back to the road in time to see the car in front of her come to a sudden unexpected stop. She managed to swerve passed it only to see another car going against traffic but directly toward her.
"Ethan, cover your head, buddy!" she yelled, knowing she can't work her way out of the car's way fast enough to even try it. It would be more logical to tell her son to keep himself safe a millisecond one car car rammed her from the front and another from the back.
She could hear Ethan yell "Mommy!" amongst the loud boom of the impact. And once silence too over she couldn't move, she trapped between rods of steel and broken glass. She could feel herself bleeding and could barely move her head enough to see her son still in his car seat crying hysterically.
She couldn't reach out to him, she could help him get out but she knew that at least he hadn't died on impact an paramedics would be able to get him out. "Ethan..." she began weakly. "You just have a little cut on your brow, baby. That's all I can see. I told you that a car seat wasn't your worst nightmare."
"Mommy!" he yelled again, reaching his bruised arms out to her.
"I can't move, Ethan. I can't help. Someone should be here to help you out soon. Okay, sweetheart? I'm not sure what's going to happen to me but you should be okay. Let the paramedics help you. Got that?"
He nodded without understand her request.
"Okay, buddy. That's all you need to do, just keep screaming when you hear someone so they know to help you." she instructed, growing weaker and weaker with each passing second. She knew it was because she was losing blood and she knew she'd pass out within a minute or two. "I love you, baby."
Ethan had no idea what was going on. The second he heard sirens grow closer and stop he began to scream like his mother had told him. "Help me!" he begged the paramedic that he assumed was standing close enough to hear him. When he got no response he began to scream louder until he gave up and sat there quietly.
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Jun 21, 2010 20:37:04 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jun 21, 2010 20:37:04 GMT -5
“She's loosing blood.” Someone shoted as they used the Jaws of Life to tear the door off of the drivers side of the car. She was stuck between her seat and the steering wheel, her legs were caught in the underneeth, she was sure she couldn't feel her legs. She felt like she was drifting away, and with one final what she hoped to be a reassuring smile at her son, she despite her best efforts she passed out.
“Her nerest kin is her husband in Seattle. He works at Seattle Grace, I know him, use to work there myself.” One of the paramedics said . “She needs to be lifeflighted to her husband, decisions will need to be made and she is not capiable.” He told them and they agreed. With a flury of activity and hard work they had managed to get her out of the car without bleeding out too much, Ethen was crying hysterically in the back seat, especially when he saw them carrying his mother, unmoving, uncausious on a medical transport gurney covered in blood to the chopper which had managed to land safely nearby. The paramedic took him out of the car, and visually checked him over, before pointing to the chopper and smiling.
“You know what buddy? You get to ride in there with Mommy ok?” He asked and Ethen nodded. Within 30 minutes they were in Seattle and landing on top of Seattle Grace Hospital.
“DADDY!” Ethen screamed when Derek walked into the hospital room. Addison was being worked up in the emergency room, but Ethen, at the time presenting with no extreme life threatning problems had been submitted into Peds for observation. Derek had been paged , thinking that he was doing a routine neuro exam, and instead he comes face to face with his son. The one who he hasn't seen since he was 2 months old. He didn't know how Ethen knew him, but he knew that If it was his family than it was serious.
“What happened Buddy? Where's your mom?” Ethen starts crying immideatly and trys to get up and move to his father, but he was connected to an IV, and when he tried to move he started crying in pain.
“My tummy hurts.” He screamed in pain. Derek lifted up his son's hospital gown and saw much to his horror that his son had a horrible bruise on his stomach from the seatbelt of his carseat. He knew immideatly that he had internal bleeding, and if not treated that it would be very difficult to manage, but it could be treated with peds clotters. He got the meds and then went back to his son.
“Here buddy take this it will make it all better.” He said.
“NO! It's NASTY!” Ethen screamed
“Notuh it's delicious.” Derek said.
“IF it's so good you drink it!” Ethen said folding his small arms over his chest in a very Addison like manner.
“I can't drink it, because only big brave superhero boys can have it.” Derek tried to explain rather lamly and bad.
“It' will make me a super hero?” HE asked confused.
“It will....But from what I heard your a hero already. It was very brave how you helped your mommy after the accident.” He said. “She's hurted bad! “Eathen said beginning to cry again. Derek handed him the medicine and without protest he drank it down.
“Now I be big and strong. Now I mommy all better, I protect mommy jus like u do” He said flexing his mussles and looking at his father with great expectations.
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