~Nick�s POV~
As soon as we got to the hospital I went up to my locker and changed into a pair of scrubs and my jacket. I raced out of there and ran into trauma 3. When I got in there I froze for a second. Doctors were surrounding her, there was blood covering her shirt and on the covered table. Her skin was white.
�Dr. Lachey, now would be a good time to help instead of just standing there.� Dr. Robbins yelled and immediately I jumped into work mode.
�She needs a tube down her throat�she�s not breathing. Let�s go!� Another doctor yelled and I grabbed the tube. I held the light to see down her throat, it was so red, I got the tube in and started compressions. I looked up at the monitor.
�Pulse rate is starting to steady, I have a small heartbeat.� I continued the compressions and finally stopped when she�d been stabilized.
�Get her in a room in the ICU. Call Dr. Pratt and inform him he has a new patient�s throat to look at. Her throat is severely irritated.� Dr. Robbins ordered and two nurses came in and began wheeling her to the ICU. I watched as they took her and leaned my head against the wall. I pulled the gloves off and threw them out then sighed.
�Hey Lachey�you okay?� Dr. Barnett asked.
�Yeah, just she�s my patient and�well was.� I said and walked out. Dr. Robbins stopped me as he passed me.
�If you could get the girls parents or husband on the phone please.�
�She�s not married.� I said quietly.
�Okay, I don�t care, just get a family member on the phone and let them know.� I nodded and walked into the doctor�s lounge. I sat down with Jessica�s file and dialed her mother�s number.
�Hello�� I heard Tina speak.
�Uh hi�Tina, it�s Dr. Lachey.� I took a deep breath. �Jessica was rushed to the emergency room just a while ago and is now in a coma in the ICU.� I heard her gasp.
�Oh my��
�She came in weighing 62 pounds; she�s severely, severely ill. She�s in the ICU, room 472 just so you can see her that�s the number.�
�Thank you�� She was crying. �Dr. Lachey��
�Yes��
�Is she going to live�?� I sighed and tears formed in my own eyes.
�I�I wish I could say yes but I�I just don�t know the answer to that, I�m sorry.�
�My baby�� She sobbed. I talked to her for a few more minutes and hung up. She was coming down now. I on the other hand took my jacket off and threw it in my locked then headed up to the ICU. I stopped at the nurse�s station.
�Hey Dr. Lachey, what�s going on?� One of the nurses�s smiled.
�Nothing, just looking for a Jessica Simpson, eh�Jessica Lewis�eating disorder patient.� She looked at the charts in front of her.
�Yep, just cleaned her up and brought her into her room. 472�� I smiled.
�Thanks�� I headed off to her room and she was lying there looking like she was in a deep sleep, a peaceful one. I walked to her bed, sat down and reached for her tiny, cold hand. I kissed her hand and ran a hand through her hair. I sat with her for a long time, never letting go of her hand. About 30 minutes later Tina and Ashlee walked through the door.
�Dr. Lachey�� She said and I stood.
�Please, call me Nick.� She just nodded and looked at Jessica. Her face was so pale and there were dark blue/purple circles under her eyes. Her lips weren�t pink; they were bruised looking with a white tint.
�How long will she be in a coma?� Tina asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
�Could be an hour, could be weeks, months even years, we don�t know.� She didn�t say anything.
�I want you working on my daughter�s case. Regardless of what Joe says.� I nodded trying to pass my smile.
�Thank you�� I shook her hand.
�No, thank you�� She looked at me.
�Where is Mr. Simpson?� I asked curious.
�He�s at work, he tried getting here but he�s already covering for someone else.� I nodded.
�Well, I can�t really say there�s news for her because we just don�t know. 100% honest, we don�t know yet. But what we�uh you can do is sit by her side, hold her hand and talk to her.� Tina was already sitting with her holding her hand and she was talking to her quietly.
�Please baby, you�ve gotta wake up, so many people miss you.� Ashlee walked over and held her other hand.
�Yeah, and I�m one of them�� I mumbled to myself and quietly walked out of her room and to the lounge where I sat and cried.
End of chapter 5.