There were times that one's emotions felt bruised, and the same way as with a physical bruise, they took time to come up and really show themselves. Yet in that time Ivan had a chance to mitigate them, reduce them, render them more manageable. So... as hard as it was for him, he dragged himself out the door for some endorphin raising exercise. He heard from Alfred that it was a form of self medication, but there were worse ones to choose. It was a healthy coping strategy, Alfred told him.His parents were wondering what had got into him to make him start exercising so early in the morning before school, it had never happened before. When he was younger, probably ten years old. He got back from school, sad and angry. He had been a victim of bullying since he was little. He was so sad that day that he didn't eat. His mother walked up to him and sat next to him on the ground, he had been crying since he got back. Several times, she and her husband would report to the school headmaster
For a split second, Ivan froze, he hadn't remembered his deal with Mr Andrews or that he was even supposed to keep in touch. There was so much going on in his life that he began to worry if he could ever scape through alive."Hello?" Mr Andrews said, snapping Ivan out of his thoughts. "Are you there boy?" He asked him. "Uh yes! Good morning sir! I was going to give you a call when I arrived at school plus I felt you would still be asleep if I called you at an early time like this and you might not appreciate it if I disturb you and I also thought--""Can you be quiet for about one second?" Mr Andrews interrupted him."Right! Yes sir." Ivan responded as he chuckled awkwardly.His parents were a little confused by his reactions but they did not bother to say anything to interrupt his call. As Ivan kept hailing Mr Andrews by calling him sir, it made them to make up their minds that he was having a conversation with his boss."I want you to come and see me today." Mr Andrews said."Sir?
"Hey dirt face!" Ivan turned around and noticed Charlie approaching him. He sighed, he was back to his useless portion of suffering in school, if only he was in his senior and final year already. Charlie got to his front and took out his hand from his pocket and scattered Ivan's hair. "I thought you would die from your illness but here you are." Ivan gritted his teeth angrily, 'I am so going to Alfred when I get home.' He thought in his head."You look so fine to me." Charlie said as he roughly shoved Ivan around and scattered his hair even more. "Hey bigger dirt face!" Poppy yelled out. Both Ivan and Charlie stared at her surprisedly. She was referring to Charlie. Charlie looked behind him as he noticed her staring at his direction and not Ivan's. "Are you talking to me?" He asked her just to be sure."Yeah you! I don't think you can see anyone standing behind you." She spat out angrily. "Why are you getting so worked up, beautiful? Did I say something wrong or accidentally st
"Somebody call an ambulance!"A young man yelled out. They all rushed out of their car to help Ivan even though there was nothing they could do than to wait for the paramedics to arrive. "I don't think he is still breathing, I don't see his chest rising." A woman expressed worriedly. "He was on the phone, I think the person he was talking to is still on the line, somebody found his phone!" Another woman exclaimed. They began searching around for his phone until a young man found it close to the edge of a drainage. "Found it!" He raised the phone into the air to alert them all. He placed the phone on his ear. "Hello?""Hello? Hello? Please what happened? Who is this?" China knew something wrong had happened as all she could hear were people talking though she could not make out the words. She decided to remain on the line, hoping that someone would pick up the phone and explain to her or Ivan himself would talk to her. "Uh, the young man you were having a conversation with got i
Sweat dripped from the doctor's head. Fear was an intensely unpleasant emotion in response to perceiving or recognizing a danger or threat. Theoretically, fear caused physiological changes that may produce behavioral reactions such as mounting an aggressive response or fleeing the threat."Doctor! His heart rate is dropping!" His assistant exclaimed in fear. The doctor had suddenly froze out of fear.They had to repair Ivan's skull fracture, remove a clot, stop bleeding in the brain, and relieve pressure building inside your skull. Then if that went successful, they needed to attend to his broken bones and also his internal bleedings. They needed to be fast and very careful or they might lose him."Doctor!" She yelled out.Traditional and bipolar forceps, clamps and curettes, dissectors, drill bits and impactors, elevators and spreaders, hooks and probes, needles and needle holders, various types of retractors, scissors, spatulas, suction tubes and every other equipment needed was
Officer Redd sat down in the hospital waiting room with his cap on his hand. He nervously squeezed on it as his feet continuously tapped on the ground. A doctor walked out of a room and officer Redd jumped to his feet and hurried to meet him halfway."Good morning officer." The doctor greeted."Morning doc, anything?" Officer Redd asked."Can we have a talk in my office?" "Of course." Officer Redd responded.The doctor led the way and officer Redd put on his cap and followed him.A sigh escaped the mouth of the doctor. "Officer Redd, this case of that boy is more complicated than it seems.""What do you mean?" "This patient you brought to me, the man that hit that student, he had a seizure. Generalized seizure activity may be a presenting symptom of poisoning or a preterminal manifestation of serious toxicity. Seizures may result from a large number of drugs and toxins, such as INH isoniazid, carbon monoxide, theophylline, cyclic antidepressants, and salicylates. But this man has
The station, as welcoming as it looked, was not a place where people visited and felt comfortable or at ease. There was a waiting area with chairs, a flag, statuary, a map of the county and rotary club plaques.There was also a public washroom and water fountain in it. A glass partition that had to be spoken through to gain entrance, a bell to be rung for service, doors with electronic locks and keypads.The dispatch room was filled with computers, phones, and TVs all for the use of the officers. There was a room or rather a secure armory for the officers to store their weapons and riot gear and it was always ready in case of emergencies.There was a small looking janitor's closet that contained a mop and bucket on wheels, a janitorial cart with cleaners and supplies, and many other things which were used to keep the station clean. Of all the places in the station that people found petrifying was the interview rooms. It had a plain table, some chairs, handcuff rings, pads of paper,
The wailing of sirens filled the streets as officer Redd hurried down to the hospital in his official vehicle. He had put on his siren to alert the other drivers that it was an emergency and even if he didn't wait for the traffic light to turn green, his other colleagues warding the streets would understand.He arrived at the hospital and hurried to meet the doctor who was already attending to the patient that had just woken up."Doctor..." He called out as he panted."Officer Redd! Are you alright?" The doctor asked as he went to meet him. He placed his hand on his shoulder and handed him a bottle of water from a nearby cart in the room.Officer Redd accepted it and drank a little from its portion. "My man." He smiled as he stared at the patient that was already sitting down on the bed. "Did you rush here because of him?" The doctor's eyes widened. "You shouldn't have rushed to get here, he is not going anywhere you know." "I know, I just missed him so much. We have a lot to talk