See
part one for disclaimer and warnings
Title:
DRUGS
Author/pseudonym:
Sentarla
Rating:
PG
Status:
4/?
Date:
18/12/98
Archive:
Yes ohhhhh PLEASE do!!!!!!
Series/Sequel:
Non
My
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Sentarla (Please be nice)
Note:
Sorry about the wait, have told you all about the wonderful Beta's I have.
Shycat and Bonnie are sooooo Fantastic. If only you could see the mess I call
gramma. By the time you guys get to read, sometimes I wonder if it is still my
story. Man they are both so tops. Well Hope you all like it.
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Once
they had reached the hospital, Jim carried his guide through the door.
"Help,
I need help here."
With
much ado, Blair was taken and wheeled into an exam room, as a doctor was paged.
Stuck in the waiting room, Jim tried to listen to his guide.
"That's
right, Mr Sandburg, I just want you to close your eyes and rest. There is no
need to worry, everything is taken care of. Sleep.
Jim
heard the doctor close a door and faintly mumble under his breath as he wrote
on a chart. Pulling out his cell phone Jim called Simon.
"Banks,"
The ruff just woken voice of his Captain answered.
"Simon,
it's me." Hearing the tone of his friend's voice, Simon instantly became
alert. "Jim, you okay? What's wrong?"
"I'm
at the hospital, something's wrong with Sandburg."
"What
do you mean?" Simon asked softly; the sounds of Simon gathering his
clothes and keys could be heard in the background.
"I
don't know, he cut himself shaving this morning, but it didn't stop bleeding,
and then he collapsed."
"I'll
be there in 15, Jim. Can you hang on till then?"
Sighing
in both relief and gratitude, Jim agreed.
"Okay,
Jim, call me if you hear anything."
As
soon as he got off the phone, the same doctor who had seen Blair the other day
came over to him.
"Detective
Ellison."
Standing
up, Jim nodded.
"We
have you named as Mr. Sandburg's next of kin, is that correct?"
"Yes,
I am," Jim replied with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Sitting
down, the doctor waited for him to join him.
"Detective,
from all test results that we have currently done, the best conclusion we can
draw is that Mr Sandburg is having a severe blood thinning problem. It would
seem that his blood is unable to clot. If I had not treated Mr. Sandburg myself
the other day, I would have instantly come to the conclusion that he is a
hemophiliac. His records however state that he is not, so I will have to wait
on the blood test results before I can make an accurate diagnosis. At the
moment I am treating him as if he were a hemophiliac. I have him on a mixture
of blood clotting drugs, and he is responding quite well. I am however a little
wary about using all these different drugs while we dont know what he
currently has in system. Mr Sandburg is asleep at the moment and he will
probable stay that way for a few hours yet: when the blood is thin, oxygen is
reduced and there is not enough for the other organs."
Wearily,
Jim rubbed a hand over his face. "How could this have happened,
doctor?"
Shaking
his head, he looked at Jim. "I have no idea, Detective, I have never seen
or heard of a case like Mr. Sandburg's before. At least not at someone his
age."
"May
I see him?"
"Of
course Detective. He is in room 113."
Rising,
Jim headed for Blair's room, wondering where the good morning had gone.
Blair
was peacefully sleeping in the bed with an IV of blood and another one full of
clear fluids going into his arm. A large white bandage was on his cheek, slowly
turning red.
Pulling
a chair closer, Jim sat beside his partner.
"Hey,
Chief, you really gave me quite a scare. The doctor says youll be fine, you
just need to rest, and thats what I want you to do buddy. Rest. When you wake
up I will be right here, theres nothing to be afraid of, so rest."
Seeing
some of the tension leave the sleeping body, Jim watched as Blair moved into a
deeper sleep.
Ten
minutes later a nurse entered the room
"Detective
Ellison, theres a Captain Banks waiting outside. He asked me to let you
know."
Nodding
his head, Jim thanked the nurse and turned to Blair to lightly squeeze his
hand. "Chief, Im just going outside to talk to Simon, I wont be far
away. If you need me, just make a sound. I will be listening." Waiting for
any reaction and getting none, Jim got up and left.
Seeing
Simon pace the small corridor outside made Jim smile. Simon was acting like a
worried parent waiting for news from a doctor. Seeing Jim he stopped and came
closer.
"Jim,
whats happened, is the kid okay?"
Looking
at Simon, Jim sank into a nearby chair. "I dont know Simon, the doctor is
waiting for test results. They have him on some drugs to stop the bleeding, and
they also gave Sandburg a blood transfusion. He is asleep at the moment. God,
Simon, he only shaved himself, he usually cuts himself. Whats the difference
this time?"
Before
Simon could come up with an answer, Blairs doctor came over.
"Detective
Ellison, we have the test results back."
Nodding
his head, Jim waited for the news. Seeing the doctor pointedly look at Simon,
he waved off the concern and said, "Anything said to me can be said to the
Captain as well."
Nodding
his head, the doctor pulled up a chair and sat down in front of them, creating
a small private triangle.
"Gentlemen,
it would seem that we have a significant problem. All the test results that
have come back indicate Hemophilia. As impossible as it may sound, Mr. Sandburg
is a Hemophiliac."
Closing
his eyes, Jim made himself listen to the rest.
"I
also got the results from the chemical found in Mr. Sandburgs blood. So far,
it is the most likely reason for Mr. Sandburgs condition. The University took
a small amount for study, and when given to mice they also developed blood
problems. The Scientists at the University are still trying to break it down,
to find a way to countermand it. It may take some time though, hemophilia has
been around for centuries and we are still no closer to a cure. At this point
in time, it is best if we treat Mr. Sandburg as if he had Hemophilia."
The
two listeners nodded their heads. Simon spoke up for the first time. "What
do you mean? How do we do that?"
The
doctor sighed and looked at the floor for a few moments. "Okay, first let
me say that anything I say is not personal, I am giving advice, not
dictating." Both men nodded, waiting for him to continue. "You would
both know the basics about Hemophilia. Living with a hemophiliac can be very
difficult in many ways. Most first reactions would be to wrap the person up in
cotton wool and restrict their movements to a degree they feel trapped. The
other main reaction is the complete opposite. They act as if nothing has
changed and the usual result is fatal. You need to find the middle ground. Mr.
Sandburg will need to know that his life is not over, he can still live a
rewarding life. It just has to be different. The things he took for granted
have dramatically changed; for example, shaving. A cut could turn into
something life threatening if medication or treatment is not sought. At the
moment, someone punching Mr. Sandburg in the arm could cause internal bleeding.
Yes, thats right, a simple knock or fall. Any form of bruising needs to be
checked immediately. Consider them all life threatening. Ive looked over Mr.
Sandburgs records, and Ive noticed that he has been a frequent visitor here;
gunshot, concussions , drugs overdose. It would be in his best interest if Mr.
Sandburg stayed away from police duty. The chances of injury to his all ready
fragile health is too great."
Jim
hung his head and calmed his breathing. It would be tough, but he would see to
it all. If it meant desk duty for the next 20-30 years, he would do it without
complaint if it meant the life of his Guide.
Simon
wished for a cigar and watched his best detective. He saw the news hit and then
saw the determined expression. Knowing what was going through Jims head, Simon
put a hand on his shoulder and let the doctor continue.
"Mr.
Sandburg will be ready to go home tomorrow morning. I have not told him yet,
but I would like your presence, Detective, when I do. He will need a lot of
support. The important thing is that you see he gets his medication on time and
takes it regularly. It will stop any minor bleeding if it should occur again.
Here is a card with my home number, pager and work hours. If anything should
happen, or you need anything, call me. We are all entering new territories with
this one." Nodding his head in goodbye, the doctor handed over the card and
left the two shell-shocked men. The meeting he thought had gone very well.
After
a few minutes of silence, Simon cleared his throat.
"Uhmm.
Jim, you okay? Jim, talk to me."
Turning
dull eyes to Simon, Jim asked why. Simon watched as the eyes turned from that
dull desperate look to one of anger.
"Why
the hell would Michael do this to Sandburg. Shit,Simon, Blair's done nothing,
hes an innocent. When I find the sorry sick s.o.b, Im gonnaE"
"Ellison!"
Banks half yelled, stopping his friend in mid sentence. "Jim, I dont want
to know. I dont want to be forced to repeat any of it. Hell, Jim, I have my
own torture methods in mind, but dont say them aloud. We will get him, and
when we do..." Simon closed his mouth and let the thought hang in the air.
Feeling
his Guides restlessness, Jim told Simon and went back to him.
Sitting
back down in his chair, Jim noticed the bandage had been changed and the
bleeding had completely stopped. There were dark smudges under Blairs eyes and
a tired look on his face.
Jim
was still there 3 hours later when his Guide fully woke up.
"Hey,
Chief, how are you feeling?" Jim asked, a note of concern in his voice.
"Better.
Thirsty. What happened?"
Letting
Blair sip some water, Jim told him to hold on while he got the doctor. Within
two minutes he had arrived and seeing an alert Blair, he checked the vitals,
recorded them and then pulled up a chair and proceeded to tell Blair
everything.
Although
he looked completely calm, Jim could feel his partner's heartbeat increase.
After it all, Blair gave a little chuckle. "Well, I guess Michael won
after all."
"Chief,"
Jim groaned, "No."
"Yeah,
Jim, he did. He wanted to use me as a guinea pig and he has. He is probably
somewhere close in the hospital recording everything. No, Jim, Im okay, but
please understand I am not giving up!"
Keeping
his emotions tightly in check, Jim nodded his head and gave his partner a small
smile.
"What
ever happens, Chief, we are in this together."
Seeing
this as a good time to leave, the doctor nodded to the two men and left.
Blair
spent the rest of the afternoon tossing and turning Simon arrived after dinner
and talked to Blair. Everything was going well until Simon prepared to leave.
Forgetting his own strength, he gave Blair a supportive/encouraging squeeze on
the shoulder as he stood up. Blair gave a faint moan at the pressure and Simon
quickly let go. But it was too late; both Simon and Jim could see the rapidly
developing bruises.
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Well
that's it for part 4. Once again, sorry about the wait, it was longer then I
intended and I promise not to withhold stories again, it is really mean. Please
e-mail me, and the next part will be in my Beta's hands with in the next few
days, so watch out for it. J