How It Goes {Holly}
Mar 29, 2010 10:49:22 GMT -5
Post by Tyler Hale on Mar 29, 2010 10:49:22 GMT -5
It was unlikely that the Lawrence Memorial Hospital had ever seen a day like this ever since the day it'd been built. For the past hour or so, ambulances had been arriving with several students who had been victims of the shooting, and now families and friends were starting to flood the place, asking for news, or even just giving names because they were unaware of whether or not the person they were looking for had been a target or if they were safe and simply hadn't had the possibility to give of their news to tell they were doing just fine. There had been no time to call families yet, everybody's energy going on simply taking care of those patients and dealing with the chaotic amount of people filling the waiting rooms. For the most part, there were no overly serious injuries - there had been, of course, those two students who had died before any help had managed to get to them, and there were a few cases of more serious injuries, but for the most part, the danger of death was past for the majority of the students who had been brought here after the shooting.
Tyler was among those. He'd been walking around campus unknowingly of what was going on, just entering the cafeteria as the drama had began, and he'd heard a couple of gunshots before a searing, white hot pain had coursed his body and he'd fallen back. He'd heard more gunshots then, screams of pain and fright as his mind drifted between awareness and unconsciousness, and the last shot that had resounded had been so near to his ears that he'd wondered idly if he'd received another shot but the pain of his first injury was so strong that he couldn't tell. It'd been a few minutes later than he'd fainted. His injury had not been overly critical, if not for the fact that he had lost a good amount of blood, but nothing to the point of his being in great danger. As it was, he'd been unconscious the moment they'd put him in the ambulance, the pain caused by the bullet in his shoulder too intense for him to stay awake. By now the bullet had been removed and he was peacefully resting in the room he'd been assigned to, still unconscious from the sedatives and pain medicine he'd been given for the surgery, and aside from the large bandage that covered his left shoulder, he didn't look too bad.
Tyler was among those. He'd been walking around campus unknowingly of what was going on, just entering the cafeteria as the drama had began, and he'd heard a couple of gunshots before a searing, white hot pain had coursed his body and he'd fallen back. He'd heard more gunshots then, screams of pain and fright as his mind drifted between awareness and unconsciousness, and the last shot that had resounded had been so near to his ears that he'd wondered idly if he'd received another shot but the pain of his first injury was so strong that he couldn't tell. It'd been a few minutes later than he'd fainted. His injury had not been overly critical, if not for the fact that he had lost a good amount of blood, but nothing to the point of his being in great danger. As it was, he'd been unconscious the moment they'd put him in the ambulance, the pain caused by the bullet in his shoulder too intense for him to stay awake. By now the bullet had been removed and he was peacefully resting in the room he'd been assigned to, still unconscious from the sedatives and pain medicine he'd been given for the surgery, and aside from the large bandage that covered his left shoulder, he didn't look too bad.