Byron Forbes: Helping out

April 10, 2007

“6 to 8 hours?” Byron exclaimed when he heard the amount of time the ambulance would take to get there. “Rustic clods! A person is in dire straights and they have no way to reach us.” His anger rising he yelled at the phone. “Simians! Try 4 wheel drive!”

 Madison was coming around about then. He smiled at this development. He had been growing worried. The TV show he watched people receiving head injuries fell into comas and never recovered. You had to be very careful with head injuries. You needed to have plenty of towels and boil water….he shook his head… that was for giving birth. With head injuries you had to keep the patient awake and as alert as possible. Melissa was doing a fine job with that.

 She took command of the conversation. Normally Byron might have objected but Melissa had a cool head. She was always in control it seemed. Byron had once thought about running her to the local clinic for blood tests. He was quite certain that ice water rather than blood flowed through her vain. Of course if the clinic was as efficient ambulance service the tests would take hours to take, and the years to the results.

 He nodded as Melissa informed Madison of the situation. “That’s right Madison. We’re both going to help you through this. You can count us. If you are feeling up to it, I will fetch you some fresh clothes. Being the gentleman that I am I will then excuse myself from the room.”

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Melissa watches too much ER

April 6, 2007

Melissa smiled broadly.  Bringing Madison back around was a rather big accomplishment.  She sank down in the chair and let out an exhale.  “Madison?”  she asked gently.  “Hey.  You hit your head, and it’s going to take a bit for the ambulance to get here.  So Byron and I are going to help you.”

She smiled gently as she looked over to Byron, hoping he’d also add something to keep her calm and collected.  “We’d like to change you into something that isn’t so wet.”  she pointed out.  “But we need you to be in enough possession of your head to keep you stable.”

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Madison: I don’t think I’m in Kansas anymore Toto

March 28, 2007

brought Madison around, as her eyes cracked open. The first thing that
hit her was the fact the lights were too bright – but then to both
Byron and Melissa, that would be because her pupils were unnaturally
large and her eyes unfocusing.

“My head” she managed to mumble, though her tounge seemed too large
for her mouth, or maybe her head was too small. Everything sounded
wrong from her ears, and her head felt like it was a Halloween Pumpkin,
scooped from the inside out.

She made no response to her name – or in fact no indication that
she recognized it in the first instance. Instead, her eyelids fluttered
back closed.


The Ambulance had made it very clear to Melissa and Byron that it
would be at least several hours before the roads were cleared, and in
that case, that the ambulances would be dealing then with those that
were more severely injured – hypothermia, frostbite, car accidents, and
whatnot that always arose with the blizzard-like conditions that raged
on outside thier window.

The advice was that which Melissa was following, but the dispatch
operator did not wish to give them false hopes – that the earliest an
ambulance would be arriving would be probably 6-8 hours, depending on
the backlog, but that she’d get a doctor to call to the house every
hour or so to see what was happening.

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March 28, 2007

Things were moving fast. So fast Byron could hardly keep up. He had seen scenes like this played out in movies. Always someone in need of help, dying, injured what have you. And always what happened? People in those stories tended to be useless. They ran around in near panic while the person in need died or whatever the script was commanded. But this was no movie. Nor was it one of his novels. It was reality and he could not afford to lose his cool….as it were. He had to stay calm and in control for Madison’s sake. If she died because of him, he would never forgive himself.

 “Yes. Right.” He replied to Melissa in a shaky tone. “I’m cool. Like a cucumber. We’ll see her through this together.”

 *He listened carefully to what Melissa was suggesting and followed her lead. He was amazed she was so under control. He had to hand it to her. It was all he could do to keep from falling apart. But he maintained his composure with some effort and did as Melissa instructed.

 Gently, he lifted Madison in his arms and with a slight assist from Melissa who kept Madison’s head at a proper supportive angle, together they brought her inside to the table. Along the way Melissa spoke to Madison, hoping for some reply. While they awaited response, they reached the table and Byron set her down. He swiftly covered her with several blankets. He could only hope that and the warm interior would hold off shock. That and he prayed Madison had done no physical or mental damage to herself in the fall.

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Melissa: Panic sets in…

March 25, 2007

Melissa looked over at Byron. “It’s going to be a bit before they can get out here.” she told him seriously.”It would just be a big accident waiting to happen… and we can’t have that.” She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “I’m going to need to try to do as much as I can. But I need you to stay calm and help me. okay?” she told him as she licked her lips nervously and felt the vertebrae at the back of Madison’s neck. “Okay… no serious damage to her neck, that’s good… that’s good. Um… I think…with the blankets… let’s…”

She gently laid Madison back down on the ground as she stood and started folding the blankets upon themselves to create a makeshift gurney. “Let’s get this under her and see if we can’t make it to the dining room table. A Hard surface to keep her stable, supported and out of the cold.” she explained as she sniffled and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall.

This was already taking a toll on Melissa. She really hated to see anyone in pain. How Byron could even conceive that she would be able at all to even have a fleeting thought of murder, was beyond her…

“Madison? Hey… hey there… can you hear me? Just wanted to let you know that we are going to get you out of the cold and the EMT should be here soon. Really soon. Okay? If you could answer me, let me know you’re okay… that’d be really good… and um… please wake up? I don’t want to do something wrong… please just be okay?”

Byron Forbes: Into Action

March 25, 2007

At first he thought it all an elaborate joke. Another crude attempt to fool him like the prank pulled in the kitchen minutes before. But then Melissa
went to great pains to express it was not. Madison was really hurt.

“Good lord!” Byron exclaimed as it dawned on him this was real. No more jokes or insipid games, this was a true emergency. He did not hesistate. First he handed her his hat as she requested so she could apply direct pressure on the wound. Then,without delay he rushed up the front porch stairs and into the house to get the first aid kit. Where did Mellisa say it
was… oh yes… by the stove. He searched a nearby cabinet and found it in short order. Quickly he bolted out of the kitchen and back outside. There he handed the first aid kit to Melissa.

“Here do what you can to control the bleeding. The snow will help. The cold weather will slow the blood flow. And direct pressure as you said. Good. But shock, yes…we need to keep her as warm as possible but we dare not move her.

He ran back inside to the bedroom. A moment later he emerged back outside once more with several blankets.

“I’ll cover her….try to warm her as much as possible. Oh yes, gently raise her head above her heart, it’ll slow the bleeding” As he proceeding to cover Madison, Byron did something he had not done since he was a child, he prayed, mouthing a silent prayer, begging whatever higher power might exist to give Madison the strength to see this through.

Melissa comes apart at the seams…

March 24, 2007

Melissa glared at him and held up a finger of the blood. “It tastes a lot more coppery than ketchup.” she spat at him before turning back to the phone. “Yes, my name is Melissa Phillips, I work for Byron Forbes at 223…” she turned her head and continued the conversation so no more of Byron’s disbelief wouldn’t be heard by the dispatcher.

“Please, just hurry, she’s got blood from the back of her head. No signs of shock yet, but it could start soon, we’re outside in the snow.” she explained as she looked back to Byron.

She sighed. “No… no you can’t tell me that.” she told them. “Okay, I know a little but she’s… no, she’s unconscious.” she said as her hands started trembling a little. “I… I’m not… I-I can’t do this on my own.” she said nervously into the phone. “Okay… okay… I can try.” she looked up to Byron.

“I really don’t care if you believe me or not.” she whispered. “Just please… trust me? Go get the first aid kit from by the stove please?” she said as she wiped the tear from her cheek quickly.