R. Edinger - Night Kill

Leslie tore open the man’s icy shirt. She figured that he must have fallen through the ice on the lake at JFK Prep because it was the only water near her horse ranch. He was in great physical shape and that was probably the only reason he made it this far. She opened the kit and attached the pads and wires as shown by the directions. Leslie turned on the power and waited for it to charge. As soon as the screen indicated it was ready, Leslie hit the button. The man’s body convulsed for a several seconds and then lay still. Leslie felt for a pulse, still none. Leslie charged it again. She stopped to look at the open barn door. There was no sign of Hannah or the sounds of sirens. When the unit was fully charged, Leslie hit the button again. Again, the man’s body rose from the lifesaving charge and quickly fell again. Leslie checked, still no pulse.

“Damn it,” Leslie said. If it didn’t work next time, she would start CPR. There was no way she was going to let this handsome stranger die in her barn. Leslie charged the unit again and when ready, hit the button. This time he gasped for air, his eyes opened and started coughing. He closed his eyes again. Leslie felt for a pulse. There was one and his was breath was shallow. Leslie got up and grabbed some horse blankets. She returned to the man and covered him up. Hannah finally entered the barn.

“I called 911, Mom,” Hannah announced.

“Good honey,” Leslie hugged her daughter.

They heard the approaching sirens.

The first responders swarmed the barn. They checked the man’s vital signs and stabilized him. They wrapped him in a thermal blanket to maintain his core body temperature. With one swift movement, they had him on the gurney and ready for transport to the hospital. Hannah hung onto her mom tightly as they wheeled the man out of the barn. They followed behind and watched them load him into the ambulance.

“Is he going to be okay mom?” Hannah asked, worriedly.

“I think so honey,” Leslie answered.

The ambulance took off with sirens blaring as it headed to Bayport Memorial Hospital.

Megan was sitting in the family room. She was paging through their wedding album, looking at photos of her and Andrew. Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes welled up with tears. Megan closed the album and tossed it aside. She grabbed some tissues just as the doorbell announced a visitor. Megan got up and went to answer the door.

When Megan opened the front door, she saw Chloe, whose eyes were red from crying. They quickly rushed into an embrace and didn’t let go. What didn’t help was that they started crying again. Several minutes later, they parted and Megan led Chloe inside the house. They went to the family room. They sat down next to each other on the sofa. Chloe saw the wedding album.

“Why are you torturing yourself,” Chloe asked holding up the album.

“I really don’t know,” Megan muttered.

“Any news about Dad’s body yet?” Chloe stuttered a bit. It felt surreal to even ask. How could his life just end like that, drowning in a lake? She had read all his case files and was amazed that he had survived all of those dangers. And he died because of an accident?

“Did you call Maggie and Sam?” Chloe asked.

“Lisa called them for me,” Megan answered. “They will be here tomorrow.”

“What about Father Michaels?” Chloe said, blowing her nose.

“He’s coming over later to discuss the memorial service,” Megan replied.

“I still can’t believe he’s gone,” Chloe sniffed. “I…I finally just got to…” Chloe broke down sobbing. Megan put her arms around Chloe and held onto her.

Doctor Granger and his team were waiting for the ambulance to arrive. They had everything ready to treat the patient’s hypothermia. Now it was just a waiting game. They did not have to wait too long.

The ambulance pulled into the drive-thru portico of Bayport Memorial Hospital. The crew unloaded the patient and rolled him into the emergency department. Doctor Granger and his team took over moving the gurney into room two.

Leslie and Hannah arrived a few minutes later at the hospital. Leslie wore a heavy winter coat over a pair of jeans ripped at the knees and a cardigan sweater. Hannah was also dressed with her favorite down coat, jeans and pink turtle neck. Both had on matching brown winter boots. Leslie parked her car in the employee parking lot and after getting out, they both headed for the emergency department. When they got inside, Leslie with Hannah in tow, walked up to the check-in desk.

“Hi Janice,” Leslie said to the nurse on duty.

“Hi Les,” Janice answered. “I thought you had off?”

“Yeah I did,” Leslie answered. “But the man they just admitted was from my place.”

“The cute one,” Janice replied.

“Yeah him.” Leslie searched the admitting charts.

“He is in ER Room Two,” Janice informed her.

“When can I see him?” Leslie bit her lip.” “I…I mean to make sure he’s okay.”

“As soon as they put him in a regular room,” Janice said. She noticed the nervousness in Leslie’s behavior. “I’ll let you know as soon as he gets in a room.”

“We’ll be back.” Leslie led Hannah that away.

One of the nurses’s hooked the man up to the monitor for his vitals. Another started an IV as Doctor Granger removed the thermal blanket and checked the man over. Fortunately there were no external signs of frost bite. Another nurse checked the man’s clothing for identification. She didn’t find any. Doctor Granger placed a call to the Bayport Police department to inform them that they had an unidentified male and to send over a detective to talk to the man. Thirty minutes later they had the man stabilized and moved him into a regular room.

Detective Salerno was the investigator on call that afternoon at the station. She took the call about the unidentified male patient. Lindsey gathered her briefcase with the papers she needed to interview the man, along with a camera.

Leslie and Hannah were just finishing up eating some lunch, when they heard the page. She rushed over to the cafeteria phone and called the emergency room desk. Leslie listened and quickly thanked Janice for giving her the room number. Hannah smirked as she watched her mom straighten her hair and adjust her sweater.

From the cafeteria they took the elevator to the third floor. Once they had gotten off, Leslie and Hannah headed down the hall to room 322. The door was slightly open. Leslie felt nervous and her hands were sweating. Hannah let go of her mom’s hand while making a yucky face. She had never seen her mom this nervous before.

Leslie exhaled deeply and with Hannah close behind, entered the room. The man was awake and was lying in an elevated position on the bed. He looked at her strangely.

“I’m Leslie Sommers,” Leslie introduced. She gestured toward her daughter, “And this in my daughter Hannah.”

“Nice to meet you,” He now smiled back. “Do I know you?”

“My mom saved your life!” Hannah blurted out as an eleven year old would do. Leslie blushed and was about to scold her daughter.

“Then I owe you a great deal,” He smiled.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Leslie walked up to the side of the bed. He had nice looking eyes. No wedding ring either.

She smiled and went on. “It was touch and go for a while there. I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it.”

“Thank you,” He stretched out his hand. Leslie was hesitant at first, but then placed her hand in his. “Thank you Leslie.” He looked past her and smiled at Hannah, “And you too, Hannah.” Hannah grinned.

There was a light knock on the door. A willowy woman with black hair walked into the room. She appeared to be one of the staff with a white coat over a shiny blue blouse and black slacks. The only thing that seemed out of place was her black pumps and not more casual looking shoes.