Jude
part 3 by Vicki
Five minutes
later and Dr. Peter Benton found Dr. Kovac standing with a young
woman he only assumed was Dr. Baker and joined them to give them
the news about the young boy he just worked on in surgery. It was
not good news and he passed on the formalities, they had plenty
time for that later.
How is he?
Jude was desperate, it had been hours since she had heard
anything and almost the whole day since she had seen and talked
to Michael. It seemed like only moments since she stood on the
sidewalk waiting to cross the street and witnessed change to a
young boy's life. She didn't have time to think. She had had a
life to save, and now here she was waiting desperately to find
out how he would come out of this mornings drastic event.
He's in
recovery now. There were complications during the procedure.
This was news she didn't want to hear.
Complications!
I don't understand how there could be complications, his vitals
were stable, no sign of infection. She couldn't believe
this, didn't want to believe this. Jude had only been a passenger
on this ride, and it saddened her heart to know there was a
chance the driver wouldn't survive.
What kind
of complications? asked Luka.
Michael's
BP fell rapidly, and his airway became constricted, he lost
consciousness and went into arrest, we gave him CPR, we needed to
tube him.
The
trachea? inquired Luka; he too was concerned for a patient
who had come to him under strange circumstances. It was not every
day a young women rode in on a gurney trying to save a patient
and calling him a bastard straight to his face.
Yep. He was
doing fine, he suffered hemorrhage, we transfused 4 units, but
his BP plummeted 76 over 62, his heart rate 140. He went in to
shock and lost consciousness
Jude and Luka
didn't understand what they were hearing. They both knew things
could change in a single moment and obviously they had since they
saw Michael last. They held on to the hope of Michael being all
right and surviving this dramatic event in his young life.
I don't
understand we had the bleeding under control, what happened.
Peter didn't know
what she wanted him to tell her. It happened sometimes. The only
possibility she could comprehend was that Michael suffered
greater distress from his injuries than she had anticipated.
So what
does it mean? questioned Luka about all the things they had
just heard.
His
breathing stopped, we needed to revive him, and we needed to
treat his shock, and maintain his vitals, in the meantime he lost
too much blood. Jude wanted Peter to get to the point. She
hated wasting time. Always in a hurry, never taking the time to
smell the flowers, or watch the children play, or lose her own
self into a stranger's dark beautiful eyes, Dr. Benton,
please?
We lost the
opportunity to save his leg. Peter said it straight. There
was no other way to put it, no easy way to soften the blow. In
plain English, Michael Barnett had his leg amputated to have his
life saved.
Son of a
bitch. She was quiet, too quiet.
We did
everything that could be done but in the end the risk of the
attachment being successful wasn't a choice, explained
Peter. They had done everything they possibly could to do both,
save a leg and a life, but fate had dealt Michael a devastating
blow.
Who
decided?
Excuse me?
Peter didn't know where she was going with this and he didn't
like her attitude.
There was a
decision made in that room? Who made it? Who decided to cut off
his leg? She was not thinking straight. In her frustration
and in her anger she often spoke before she thought. Reacted
before thinking. Forgot to listen. Often confused knowing when to
stop and when to venture forward. Knowing when to step over the
line and when to step back from it.
Orthopedics,
and Vascular were brought it, he lost a lot of blood, we did what
was best for the patient. protested Peter. He didn't need
to explain himself to this woman, they had done everything
medicine and emergency procedure allowed them to do. We
saved his life.
Just cut
off his leg! She stung back.
Dr. Benton
started to lose his temper so Luka cut in and Jude stood
unsettled for a moment. She didn't appreciate it, she could fight
her own battles, and she didn't need this man to do it for her.
So much rage and distress blanket over her. She was pissed off.
They had made the decision without discussing it with her first,
after-all Michael was her patient. She had been with him from the
start and just like that, she had lost him, and he had lost his
leg.
His mother,
Dr. Benton.
A nurse escorted
Sam Barnett towards them. They were quiet. They didn't look
forward to the next few minutes. They had to be the bearers of
bad news and they couldn't know how she would react and however
she dealt with it, they would support her and her son through the
next few months to follow.
Dr. Baker?
Sam held out her hand to Jude and Jude stepped forward, and took
upon herself the burden of telling a mother the bad news of her
son's condition. Sam didn't want to talk to Dr. Benton or Dr.
Kovac, she knew Dr. Baker from what Michael told her before he
went into surgery, and in her son's words, she found she could
trust this young woman.
Yes,
Michael's mother?
Sam.
Jude.
They were like
old friends except one had to hear bad news and the other had to
tell it, neither needing it in their lives right now.
Dr. Benton and
Dr. Kovac stood close by; Peter would support her on everything
that had happened during his surgery procedure. Luka would be
supportive to both parent and doctor, who both feared the moments
to follow in their lives would inadvertently change them forever.
How is my
son? Her voice calm and caring, her heart pounding, and
nerves fray. She had never been away from Michael for more than a
weekend, and never had such a dramatic event affected their lives
as this one was today.
Michael's
surgery didn't go as we expected. answered Jude, her voice
soft and reassuring. She decided to be honest, lying and
prolonging the truth often just complicated things, and she knew
for sure none of them needed complicated right now.
Is he all
right? A mother's face went pale. Her heart almost died.
She wouldn't allow herself to think of what it would be like in
her life without her only son.
He's in
recovery at the moment, they will be moving him to ICU in a short
while, their just helping him rest easy before they transfer him.
I'm sure you'll be able to go and see him as soon as they're
done. Dr. Benton?
Absolutely.
agreed Peter. He would take her to see her son, as soon as she
had heard the news.
You said it
didn't go as expected, what does that mean. She wanted the
truth. She deserved it. She was his mother and in being his
mother, she had the right to know what these people did to help
her son. These people who in oath swore to save his life.
Michael
suffered hemorrhage caused by the loss of blood from his wound,
which in turn caused him to go in to shock, it made it hard for
him to breathe, causing stress to his heart. His blood pressure
fell quite rapidly and he lost consciousness. They need to revive
Michael during the procedure.
Oh my god.
She grasped her chest and feared a heart attack. This couldn't
have been happening. It had to have been a nightmare she would
wake from at any moment and found her son, sleeping soundlessly
in his own bed lost in his own dreams, his body whole and intact.
We were
able to revive Michael with CPR and put a tube into his trachea
to help him breathe, and transfused him with blood and fluids for
the shock, and got his vitals stable. helped Dr. Benton.
Sam felt a little reassured but not fully, so much more had to be
said, and she could read it on Jude's face.
Please Dr.
Baker, just tell me.
Jude struggled to
find the words. She hated this part. She could handle blood and
brain matter but tears and heartbreak was something she just
wouldn't let herself get use to. She figured if she didn't allow
a wife's pain, a baby's suffering, and a father's lost mind to
touch her, she would be stone-cold dead and she didn't want to be
that. She had past that stage in her life once before and she
never wanted to go back to it.
They were
only partial way through in trying to reattach Michael's leg when
he went into shock. Taking into consideration all the facts. The
shock, his blood pressure falling, and with his excessive blood
loss the doctors needed to make a decision. To successfully
continue in reattaching Michael's leg they would have put his
life at risk. They did everything humanly possible to do both,
but they weren't able to save his leg.
Sam was confused.
They cut if off. She was choked up.
Jude was
hesitant. Yes ma'am, they did.
Had we
continued to reattach Michael's leg and not treat his shock, we
would have put him at high risk for severe complications. Renal
failure due to his low blood pressure. Heart problems. Had we not
treated him he would have gone into full cardiac arrest and he
would have died Ms. Barnett.
Peter's words
didn't help. Sam didn't want to hear this. So many questions
racing around in her head, nothing made sense. Sam tried to think
but she couldn't. Her mind confused with words, and procedures
and her son.
My god.
Sam couldn't believe it. Suddenly it all began to sink in. She
started to shake, every nerve stirred to exhaustion. Jude took
Sam's hands in her own.
It's
okay.... they treated Michael and got his vitals to a stable
condition.
But they
took off his leg. He went into shock and it means he loses his
leg?
Michael was
involved in accident, that was not his fault, and due to
unfortunate circumstances a decision had to be made, but his life
was saved.
Tears came to a
mother's eyes. She was devastated and her son would be when she
told him, when he woke up and saw for himself. How did a mother
tell her son? Sam didn't exactly know what all this meant, but
felt deep in her heart of hearts it couldn't be good. And
they did everything they could? She wanted to make sure.
She needed to know they had done everything in their power, to
save her sons life, and his leg.
Yes ma'am.
answered Jude.
You said
you would save his leg. Sam distressingly upset, and
deservingly so.
In a quiet moment
of this afternoon, Jude found time to think of all the things
that had happened since she woke up this morning, and felt in all
her regrets of today, one truly would haunt her, and here it was
plainly staring her in the face. She knew the rules, and the
proper procedures. Never give a patient false-hope if you didn't
know what the outcome of their situation would be and she had. In
her participation and her urgency to save Michael, she had given
a young boy false-hope and there was no excuse. She knew better.
She knew of the repercussions, and she would stand up in front of
mother, God, and everyone and suffer from the consequences of her
actions. She would accept it. It was the least she could do
considering where she stood today and where Michael Barnett lay.
Yes ma'am I
did. agreed Jude. There was no use in denying it because it
was the truth. It was a mistake.
You
promised. whispered Sam, just so Jude could hear her. Words
spoken woman to woman, mother to friend, saint to savior.
I know. It
was a promise I should not have made, whispered Jude back,
hoping for a mother's forgiveness, praying for a woman's
understanding. She didn't get it.
With no warning
and no regret, Sam Barnett lunged her hand across Jude's face,
and slapped her hard. In accepting, Jude was thrown a little off
balance. Steadying herself, Jude would stand there and take it.
She felt she deserved it.
You bitch.
In anger and frustration Sam left her hand print across Jude's
cheek, in being a mother protecting her son, she left a small cut
under Jude's eye from the ring on her finger.
Yes ma'am.
agreed Jude. Jude couldn't blame Sam, and she wouldn't hold it
against her. What else could she do, she couldn't take back her
promise, and she couldn't give back Michael his leg. Dr. Benton
took Sam's arm and led her away.
I'll take
you to see your son. spoke Peter softly. His words were
warm and somewhat soothing for Sam in this her time of need.
Jude didn't know
what to do she knew she deserved it. She looked at the tips of
her fingers, softly touching the cut to her cheek; it didn't
bleed too much. Dr. Kovac, in his compassion as both doctor and
human bring tried to come to Jude's aid. He tried to see how bad
her cut was, but she wouldn't let him. She instantly pulled away.
Do not even
go there. She meant it. She didn't need him, his comfort or
his compassion, his gentleness and caring. Her heartache
instantly crushed her spirit. She could feel the tears prickling
in her eyes and stopped them.
You
couldn't have known. He meant about Michael's sudden change
in surgery, she knew what he meant and it didn't help.
I should
have been more aware.
You were.
You started fluids, controlled the bleeding, his vitals improved,
we took him to the OR.
I should
have...
You should
have what, you did everything. Luka was trying to be
understanding, and consoling. He was considerate and decent,
passionate and modest. He had become everything his mother wished
bestowed upon him at birth, and she would be proud of the man who
stood before a woman lost, trying to help her make sense of what
this day meant. Jude couldn't look at him, she saw softness in
his eyes, almost a yearning, and it frightened her. It excited
him. He liked her innocence, her strength, and all the things she
hid within herself, fearing if she didn't hold on tight to them,
they would all slip out and she would be lost forever. He didn't
want to push her. Standing this close to her was the sweetest
heaven he had felt in a long time, and he could think of no other
place he preferred to be right now.
She didn't want
to talk about it, not with Luka. Showing him her fears and
vulnerabilities just were not sacrifices she was about to make to
a man she didn't know. Jude needed solitude, a friend who had
been with her, her whole life. She had no one to help her. No one
to give her the answers she desperately needed to find. Kerry was
nowhere to be found, she forgot. Kerry was only downstairs. She
needed Kerry to guide her or at least show her some of the way in
this moment of her life.
You did
everything you could.
Jude wouldn't let
herself believe what he was saying. If I did everything I
could, that boy in there would still have his leg. She
didn't want to hear this, she wanted to blame herself, she needed
to blame someone, there had to be a reason why a 17-year-old boy
had to lose a leg. She didn't really know this boy, only met him
this morning but she would take upon herself this burden of
blame, it's the least she could do after-all, she had broken her
promise.
Jude suddenly
needed air; Jude suddenly needed to be alone. She needed Michael
to have his leg back. She needed to wake up from this nightmare
and start her first day of rotation at Cook County all over
again. She walked over to the elevator, and Luka followed her.
How about
we grab a cup of coffee, run through everything and double check,
what do you say?
I say I
don't think so. She wanted to wallow by herself, not talk
about the thoughts that raced around in her mind and what her
heart felt, with a stranger.
It might
help?
You or me?
snapped Jude. The elevator doors opened, and they both walked in.
Suddenly the doors didn't have a chance to close, Jude stopped
them with her hand, and they opened again.
I think
I'll take the stairs, explained Jude. She needed to clear
her head, think things through, and make sense of the past twelve
hours of her life. Jude found the stairs, and the elevator doors
closed.
Dr. Luka Kovac
took the elevator back to the ER by himself, the moments of the
day racing around in his mind. He thought of all the things he
could have done differently. He knew everyone had done everything
they could to help Michael and in an unfortunate circumstance
things had changed.
Michael Barnett
suffered hemorrhage during surgery, and lapsed into shock for
which he was treated and his life saved but his leg amputated.
Luka stepped out
of the elevator, back into the busy ER and tried to find Jude. He
wanted to try again, and make her understand she did what she
could but he couldn't find her, and he was somewhat disappointed.
He strolled into the lounge to take a well-deserved coffee break
and found himself wondering about whom this woman was who had
been thrown into his life, and almost instantly found a place
there.
Dr. Jude Baker
sat on the stairs in the stairwell of the third floor, peace and
quiet surrounded her, and she liked it that way. She sat on the
cold step lost in her thoughts and where this day had finally
brought her. A new city. A new hospital. A new patient, and a
doctor who had done nothing but tried to help and one she had
treated badly. The gentleness of his words suddenly touched her
heart and it terrified her. She would deny herself from
everything that was Luka Kovac, his caring words, his gentle
eyes, his soul, and his life. She couldn't let herself go through
the trauma of losing someone else she cared about, and she liked
the man more than she cared to admit, and wondered why through
what could only be described as Michael Barnett's tragedy, she
thought about a man, who had been thrown into her life, and
almost instantly found a place there.
****
Jude walked into
Alberts room, with her bag and skates hanging over her
shoulder, to check in on him. She was headed back to the hotel to
pick up her stuff and head over to Kerry's place. She was going
to stay with Kerry for a while, until she knew her way around the
city. Jude had a train to catch that would stop right near the
hotel but wanted to check in on Albert and Mary, and comfort them
both in their time of need. There would always be another train.
Mary sat heavily
in her chair, tortured by the sweet eyes of the husband she was
going to watch leave on his journey to heaven. She had not left
Albert's side since they arrived, and she was pleased when she
looked up to see a familiar face from earlier in the night. She
liked Dr. Weaver but this young woman was special. Mary could see
it in her eyes. She had a soothing presence, and caring heart.
Mary thought Jude too young to be a doctor, but the maturity and
compassion that shine from her were of a woman twice her age.
Jude laid her
skates on the floor and pulled over a stool to sit on the other
side of Albert's bed. Two women smiled at each other, warmth and
understanding felt. Jude took a book out from her bag and dropped
her bag on the floor.
I remember
you telling me how Albert likes to read...me too. I thought he
might like to hear some if that's okay with you, Mary?
asked Jude. She had not been able to save, a young boy his leg
but she was sure she could ease a dying man painlessly to his
death with gentle words.
He would
like that, my dear! Mary was sure he would love it.
A wife of 55
years held her husband's hand, remembering the times she shared
with the only man she loved with the entirety of her heart and
spirit. A doctor on her first day of rotation turned the pages of
a book that had been a favorite for as long as she could
remember, and found the passage she liked best. A 77 year old man
dying of lung cancer drifted in and out of sweet dreams, his hand
being held softly by a woman he loved and cherished as much
tonight as he did 55 years ago, and heard the voice of a gentle
woman he didn't recognize but found comfort in.
Albert Edwards
was not afraid of dying, he finally let himself drift from his
pain into a deep sleep, feeling his wife's loving touch, and
hearing what could only be described as an angel's voice.
**They are
farmers. They are not soldiers, argued Bowen. They
have no weaponry, nor the skills to fight. He didnt
send out a man to die and not know the risk. He didnt send
a man to his death and not know the fear. They don't need
swords. They need only their courage and will and their wits.
Alone one man is a farmer but together, men make soldiers. Men
with courage and hope and faith in what they believe in, make an
army. defended Juneau, his trusted companion in this fabled
story of castles and kings, magic spells and kindred spirits.
If they go up against Giovanni, they will all surely die.
Some sacrifices are worth making if left behind is a legacy
of freedom.**
Luka Kovac stood
in the corridor, watching a wife and a doctor easing an old man's
journey to death. He didn't know the wife, but he found himself
wanting to know the doctor. He sat in the doctors lounge
earlier, finishing up his charts for the day. He was heading home
for another night alone, with no-one to talk to about his day and
of the people he couldn't help let, change him, and found his
thoughts mesmerized by a young woman he met this morning and had
treated him as what could only be thought of as contempt. He
somewhat found himself drawn to her and the sadness shadowing
over her sweet face, wondering what it was that haunted her so
deeply. He wondered what it meant. Why suddenly he desired to
learn the wills and ways of Jude Baker. Experience her passions
and her poisons, know her fears and vulnerabilities, her desires
and needs and now he stood in the corridor seeing a completely
different side of her, a side he liked, a side that gently
touched his heart, webbed his soul, and burn in his mind.
Jude looked up
and caught Luka staring. The moment between them almost intimate,
a time between two lovers, which they were not. He suddenly
wanted nothing but to get to know her better. She suddenly wished
he were not so damn beautiful. Her nervousness showed, a
vulnerability she hated people seeing.
His smile came
out all wrong, or so he thought as Jude turned away, and went
back reading to Albert. Frustrated as to why a man she didn't
even know touched her heart so gently, and here upon this night,
she made yet another promise to herself, that she prayed to God
she would keep. She wouldn't like this guy, no matter how his
soft gentle smile made her feel. He walked away down the
corridor, looking forward to his shift tomorrow, and baby-sitting
a new Resident who finally had shown up for work.
Jude cautiously
looked up, hoping he didn't catch her taking another look, and
was confused, what did it mean? His constant staring? His smile?
She continued the story she picked to read to Albert who had
passed away into a peaceful coma and distracted the thoughts of
Luka Kovac from her mind. She questioned what it was doing to
her. She feared the deep dark places it touched, the places when
once touched cannot be healed. She was determined never to
sacrifice her heart to another. She was not going to allow
herself to be happy, to love or be loved by a gentle soul who
would give her the life she so richly believed everyone deserved.
She wouldn't allow herself the chance to be crushed so violently
again. She would go through the rest of her life with what was
left of her heart intact and her mind somewhat sane and never
give the entirety of herself to another. This was a promise. A
solemn promise. An oath, and just because Luka Kovac, had a nice
warm smile, it didn't mean she wanted to spend the rest of her
life with him.
Her first day of
rotation at Cook County had not gone as planned. A young boy lost
his leg and knew not what the future held for him. An elderly man
dying from lung cancer did, and Jude Baker got through her first
day of rotation, mind still sane, heart still intact, her soul a
little dampened, and her thoughts still wondering to some, tall
foreign guy she didn't like too much.
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