Ch. 14 Psych

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When I came to, I was gasping for air. I was in the O.R. floor. What happened?

Oh, right. My mother shot me.

I lifted my head.

She was in the floor. Blood was on the walls and brain matter was on the walls and floor.

I dug for my phone and rang Jake.

"Hey, Britt. Did you finish the surgery?" he asked, chuckling.

"He's-He's fine. Jake, give your mom the phone."

"Britt-"

"Please," I spoke, trying to stay conscious.

A minute later, she spoke, "Britt? Sweetie, is he stable?"

"She shot me and killed herself. I have an abdominal bleed and I think a bullet lodged in my clavicle. I'm in a pool of blood and I don't know what to do."

"What's the pulse?"

I felt my pulse and gasped, "Weak. Kelly, there's a lot of blood."

"Is there anyone nearby who can help?" she asked.

"I don't have enough strength to call for help. If I die-"

"Britt, I swear to God, if you die on me-"

"What?!" Jake shouted.

"Oh, damn it. Britt, stay on the line. I'm on my way."

"Kelly, it's okay," I whispered and coughed. The taste of blood was in my mouth. "I'm bleeding out. You won't get here in time."

What felt like a minute later, the door opened.

"Oh my God," Jake gasped, running over. He knelt beside me. "Britt, can you hear me?"

"Jake, get out of here," I choked out as tears stung my eyes.

"No, I'm not leaving you."

The door opened.

"Oh my God."

It closed, then opened again.

A team ran in with a stretcher.

Kelly was there. "Jake, you have to move."

"No, I'm not leaving her."

"Then, help us get her on the table, okay? We need to save her life and we can't do that if you're in the way," she spoke.

"I've lost a lot of blood," I whispered.

"Someone run and get blood."

I was lifted onto a bed.

My hand was being squeezed.

"Jake?" I breathed.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Loosen your grip."

He lightened it. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you with her. I knew and I left. I didn't tackle her or anything that I was trained to do."

"Better me than you... I-I have to go. I'm sorry..." I whispered.

"Jake, you need to move. Now."

A minute later, I lost consciousness.

***

Pain. Everywhere. Everything hurt. My head hurt. My shoulder hurt. My body hurt. I was so sore.

When I opened my eyes, Jake was squeezing my hand.

Kelly walked over to me. "Hey, sweetie. How're you feeling?"

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