Overtime past due

Troy reviewed a chart, it was written with a shaky hand. This was not unusual when a unexpected accident occurred and a parent is left with a clip board. He was surprised that he could make out some of the information. He took a quick look making out a name. Next he scanned for the cause. The young boy had deep cuts on his arm. He needed to know what caused them. if it was a clean laceration or was there anything that could be left in the cut.

A glass storm door shattered when he ran and pushed on it. He read that a total of Four different cuts where wrapped in a towel. The bleeding was under control do you the quick actions from his mother. The boy had a good iron count and high clotting factor or he probably would have bleed out. He was lucky he didn't hit any major veins. He knew that her adrenaline had started to ware a off. She was starting to become more aware of the situation by the second as her handwriting became more shaky. There where clear tear marks on the page, this gave him her emotional status and it was validated.

Troy walked out of the room to talk to the parents. He wanted to give them a update and to get the full story. Most of the time situation where a simple accident but it was his job to clear without any doubt. This was just protocol, it was on the right track for an active little boy and a faulty screen door. He knew her before he called her name. A mother covered in blood sat in the corner trying to cover up the horror seen with a clip board and a matching hand towel. He was rushed into the ER doors and she had to stay behind. The boys heart rate was weaker than what they wanted, it risked emergency care that would scare her, putting a mother in panic. There was few thing that scared a doctor and one was a mother on adrenaline. He had received IV fluids and had become stabilize. This was the best time to talk to her and put her at ease.

She walked briskly to him at just the first salable of her name. He asked her what happened and almost word for word she recited the experience. He was running in the front room, saying he was flash. Normally the screen door is unlocked. It would pop open with a little pressure. I locked it because i was distracted and i didn't want him playing outside without asking. Her eyes bubbled with self blame. He hit the glass with both his arms out straight. I heard the crash of the glass and then the blood. I grabbed my towels from the kitchen and called to my husband. He is parking the car.

Is he ok? My boy is he ok. The voice could strike even the strongest of hearts.

We just put him in the car and drove. I don't know if i should have called 911. I feared that it would take longer then just driving. She was questioning every move she made. Troy could see the panic in her face.

He knew that moments like this would haunt her regardless of the outcome. He couldn't promise her anything in moments he wished he could. all he could do is assure her that he is doing everything he could. the young boy had stabilized for the moment. He asked her a couple more questions before he left her ringing her hand towel in the corner of the waiting room.

Troy started to examine the cuts in a short second he knew immediately that it was above his pay grade. He wrapped the boys arm tightly again and called for a complete team to take the boy into surgery.

He watched as the boy disappeared from the view as a memory flashed before his eyes. This had been happening all day. Little flickers of memories where set off like fire crackers. He had to keep himself together. He had to keep all that he was going through to himself. It had been ten hours and he had a few more till then end of his shift.

Troy need to get papers signed from the parent. Once the towel was removed he saw the power of a mother holding so tight to stop a major cut. The moment the compression was relished the wound popped open and all the blood came rushing out in spurts. He was going to have to undergo surgery and they needed To inform her and sign a form.

The moment he stepped out into the lobby the memories hit him hard. This time it was his mother sitting there. He shook it off and focused pushing it to the back of his mind. He spoke words he had rehearsed, her face went white and she sat down on the chair. He reassured her that everything that could be done was being done. Her face was white and he could feel her emptiness. He reached a grabbed her hands and looked into her face. He needed her attention. She could faint and he needed to keep her attention. he needed to say something and the words came out before his filter. You saved his life, you stopped the bleeding, you are his hero now be strong. Forget yourself and let them finish what you started.

He dropped her hands and turned around. What came over him, what passion made him talk to her like this. He had seen this time and time again, where parents did crazy things in a moment to save their child. Where did this emotion come from. What was so special about these two. Was it them at all. What was happening to him.