A smile for Dee (I'm currently removing it, read the new version)

Chapter Five: whispered secrets and hidden letters, part I

So as you may have guessed this is only the first part of chapter five, it seems like this chapter is a lot longer than i expected. now i know i promised a few of you that this would have been up by sunday night the latest and it wasn't. i just want you to know that i've just got back to school and im preparing for exams, so it's been hard to write my chapters and study at the same time. i will try to get the second part of this chapter up as soon as i can though. i should probably shut up now and let you go on with the readin. and remeber, vote and comment you're feedback really means a lot to me, so don't hesitate to tell me this was a crap chapter.

Previously on chapter four:

Asthma attack. I’m having an asthma attack. Instead of panic I should be feeling, the guilt is overwhelming me. Guilt!

A spacer is connected to my puffer before I’m placed in a sitting position; it’s pressed to my lips. The one puff, four breaths rule isn’t working for me. With My eyelids drooping slightly from the lack of oxygen, my ears pick up someone demanding triple zero. The request for an ambulance has me shaking my head. I can’t deal with the hospital, it’s just guilt. Guilt! Just Guilt!

Chapter five:

Bianca’s p.o.v

The rising of her chest is steady. For now at least. I’ve never seen her have an asthma attack this bad before. Within seconds into her attack she had already passed out from the lack of oxygen. I think everyone is in shock, I know I am. The room’s approximately four by four cubic metres. It’s not that big considering all the machines that took up the left corner and the single bed in the middle. There’s only space for three people to sit down and one person to move around; Vanessa. Although I called for an ambulance Renée had other ideas, she called her sister Vanessa. The paramedics kept Dee stable until she arrived and moved May’s unconscious body to here; the medical emergency room I didn’t know existed. Renee wouldn’t have her daughter sent to the hospital; she couldn’t trust the doctors there. So here I am, sitting in this cramped room with Natasha and Renée on either side of me.

Slowly Vanessa removes the ventilator from Delilah, she didn’t take of the power from the machines yet, just in case is what she says. The little movement is enough to have Delilah open her eyes, blinking to adjust to the sudden contact from the light.

“Vanessa are you sure it’s a good idea to take the ventilator away from her?” Renee stares anxiously at her daughter.

“Sis, she can breathe on her own now. There’s no need for her to stay on the ventilator. Now, Delilah how do you feel?” grabbing a needle from the tray beside her, Vanessa smiles warmly at Dee.

“Fine.” Dee’s voice comes out thick and rough, coughing slightly she nods her head towards Vanessa.

“Alright, it’s probably best you don’t speak. Right, I’m going to take some blood from you. Just to make sure there’s enough oxygen in your bloodstream. We don’t want you having hypoxemia do we?”

Extracting the blood from Dee’s arm Vanessa holds onto what I think she said is a blood gas analyser. Punching at a few of the buttons she frowns at the result she gets, before smiling at Renée.

“She’s just made it over; she is currently sitting on ninety point eight percent. That’ll do for now Renée. But I need Delilah to stay in here tonight just in case there’s an emergency. She’s stable now but I don’t know for how long she will be. I need her inhaler and nebulizers near her at all times make sure it’s her blue one though.”

Disposing of the needle, Vanessa rinsed her hand.

“Now Delilah, I’m gonna have to measure your lung capacity so you know the drill, take in a deep breath and blow it all out into this tube in Three...Two...One, deep breath. That’s right good.”