Not Alone By: L.M. Mercer


Not Alone
By: L.M. Mercer

“Code Blue! Room 221! Code Blue! Room 221! Code Blue! Room 221!” the scratchy voice echoed out of the overhead speakers seconds after the shrill alarm began to chime.

out of her charting, Anastasia jumped up and rushed out of the semicircle nurses station. Once out of the confining space Anna ran down the hall at full speed, cursing whatever interfering person had called the code. “Damn it all, somebody is going to pay for this.”

She reached room 221 a step before the Emergency Room doctor and his team from the ER. Once inside the door she quickly took in the scene; in the center of the room, kneeling atop a bed, straddling some poor patient’s legs as he performed improper chest compressions was the cause of this commotion—a young phlebotomist from the laboratory on his morning rounds.

When the doctor and the code team from the E.R. tried to enter the room, Anastasia simply held up her hand and blocked the door. At the doctor’s questioning glance, Anna explained. “Doctor MacDougal, I’m sorry you ran all the way up here. This is all a horrible mistake; this Code Blue should never have been called.” Slowly she moved to the bed and pushed a cancel button on the wall.

Calmly laying her hands on the eager, young phlebotomist’s shoulders, she interrupted his movements. “Jonathan. Stop. You are acting against her wishes.” Intent on saving the elderly woman’s life, the young man tried to shrug Anna’s hands off and continue with his compressions. Anna gave him a little shake. “Jonathan! Stop!” When he turned and looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, she elaborated. “Jonathan, this patient is a 'Do Not Resuscitate.'”

Shocked, the man who was little more than an adolescent, climbed off the bed and all the color drained from his face as he turned to the doctor. “Sir…I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I just didn’t know,” he stammered.

The overworked doctor stared at the boy, then at the wall where a “Do Not Resuscitate” sign hung. He shook his head when he spoke to his crew. “Okay people, this lad and his inability to read clearly posted signs has caused another wasted trip upstairs. Let’s get ourselves back to the patient’s we have waiting to be saved.” As the Emergency Room team walked down the hall towards the elevator, Doctor MacDougal spoke to Anna before he left. “Call me when she’s at peace and I’ll come back up.”

“Okay, Doctor,” Anastasia said softly, without taking her eyes off the phlebotomist. “I think she’ll go before we leave. She has been struggling for a long time.”

When they were alone, the young man spoke. “Anastasia, I am so sorry.”

“Its okay, Jonathan,” she said as she gently began to straighten out the patient’s bed. “Just remember to look for the signs next time.”

While Jonathan was leaving the room, Anastasia spoke to the lady lying in the bed. “Oh, Miss Cox, I’m so sorry. You didn’t need all this, did you?” She quickly assessed the patient’s pulse and noticed the slowing of the elderly lady’s heart. “It won’t be long now.”

The young nurse pulled a chair over and sat to hold the woman’s frail thin hand within her own. Anna spoke in a whisper as she patted the back of her cool fingers. “Its all right Miss Adelaide, you don’t have to fight any longer, you just relax and rest.”

Suddenly the door burst open. “Anastasia, you patient in 223--” started the floor assistant.

“Julie,” Anna interrupted. “Does the patient have a pulse? Is he breathing? Is he bleeding?” She saw the girl nod twice then shake her head in response. “Then he can wait. This is more important right now.”

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About the Author

An avid reader from a young age, L.M. Mercer developed an addiction to books in her childhood that has intensified into an obsession that is getting more expensive by the day.

Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'. While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering, she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times somber, now that she is our senior contributor at the "World of Myth".

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