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Arielle Hartson. THANK YOU!
Title: "The Decisions We Make"
Author: Sadira Jewelsten
Category: Dr. Arielle Hartson
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Anway, on with the story�..
�The Decisions We Make�
It was around 4:33 A.M. And I, Dr. Arielle Hartson, was on my way to
Cook County General Hospital for my first shot at being in charge of the
Peds Unit. Even though I was thrilled to death, I was till a little
nervous.
As I walked along the streets of Chicago, I started thinking about how
I was hoping to make a difference in kids lives. And not just in kids
lives, but in all of the people�s lives that I came in contact with.
Including the staff and other patients I would be taken care of. I had
lived with my father most of my life. My mother died when I was only 3,
and since then, it�s just been my Dad and I. Not that I�m complaining,
but there were certain times in my life when I wished that my mother was
still alive. Like on those days when I couldn�t seem to get my hair to
stay in the style that I wanted. Or when I had boyfriend trouble. Or
when I just needed someone to talk to bsides my Dad. It was rough, but
I got through it.
A couple minutes later, I was standing at the corner of a very busy
street, when I heard a car screech and a big crash. I tried to reamin
calm while running to see what had happened. A few minutes later, I
heard a young girl�s voice call ou frantically, �Please, someone help!
I think my sister�s dead!�
�Is she breathing?� I asked, kneeling down to the young girl�s level.
She shook her head. �I-I�m not sure.�
I nodded as I tried to get the girl�s vitals and level of
consciousness.
As I looked up at other girl, I realized that the person who had hit
them, took off. That made me really mad. But three was time to give
whomever it was a talking-to later. Right now, I had a little girl to
try and save.
�Can you tell me your name, sweetheart?� I asked the young girl as I
tried to figure out what sort of injuries I was dealing with.
�Sarah,� the young girl replied softly. �And my sister�s name is
Ambrosia. I�m twelve and Ambrosia�s four. W-we were walking to the
corner market, and a car came out of nowhere. I tried my best to shield
her, but I couldn�t.� Sarah replied, a river of tears streaming down
her face.
�Shh,� I replied genlty. �Ambrosia�s giong to be fine, and so will
you. I promise.�
Sarah nodded as she tried to stop crying.
�What�s your name?� She asked, glancing up at me.
�Arielle Hartson. I�m a doctor.�
Sarah brightened slightly at the name.
�Like the Little Mermaid!�
I smiled. �Yup just like that. Only my name is spelled with an extra
�L� and extra �E� at the end so it�s Arielle instead of Ariel.�
�Oh,� Sarah replied, now smiling a little bit. �I see what you mean.�
I smiled at Sarah and patted her on the shoulder. �Don�t worry,� I
replied. �You both are going to be taken care of. Trust me on that
one.�
Sarah nodded as she went back to her sister�s side.
Meanwhile, I started rummaging through my backpack for my cell-phone. I
prayed to God that it was charged.
A few minutes later, I found it. I turned it on and dialed 811.
�Hi, this is Dr. Arielle Hartson. I need an ambulance right away. I�m
at the corner of Hershey and Limber Avenue. Two girls were involved in
a hit and run and they both have extensive injuries. The one girl is
unconscious with a tacky BP. Okay, thank you.�
About eight minutes later, the ambulance arrived. I helped them load
Ambrosia onto the gurney and put in the ambulance. Then Sarah got in
and sat beside me. She was still shaking a little bit, but for the most
part she only had a few cuts and bruises. Her sister however, was in
worse shape than her.
�It was a good thing you were passing by when you did,� a paramedic
named Mike said as he pulled out of the area and headed for the
hospital. �Or this two girls may have not survived.�
I nodded. �I know what cha mean.�
�What�s you name?� Mike asked, turning to glance at me throug hthe
rear-view mirror.
�Arielle Hartson. I�m a third-year resident.�
�Oh, well, it�s nice to meet you Dr. Hartson. I�m Mike. And what�s
your name, sweetheart?� He asked, turning to Sarah.
�Sarah,� she replied.
�Well Sarah,� MIke said with a smile. �You are certainly a hero in my
book.�
Sarah smiled slightly as she closed her eyes and laid against my
shoulder.
�So what field are you?� Mike asked, turning back to me.
�I�m usually work in pediatrics, but sometimes I float around. Ya know
like sometimes I�m in the ER and sometimes I�m up in OB, but most of the
time I�m either in peds or the ER. So I guess you could call me a
doctor/pediatric attendant.�
�Sounds good to me,� Mike replied, as he turned into the hospital
parking lot.
The ride had only taken a couple minutes, but with Mike chatting with
me and talking to Sarah a little bit, it seemed much shorter than it
really was.
* * * * * *
When we entered the hospital, a paramedic named Laura, started to
explain,-very rapidly- I might add, what happened.
�Four year-old female involved in a hit and run along with her twelve
year-old sister. They both have bruises and cuts to their face and
shoulder. The twelve year-old complains of left wrist pain and upper
abdominal pain. The four year-old was inconscious at the scene, and
still has no level of conscousness. The twelve year-old�s BP is steady
at 96/32, pulse 95. The four year-old�s BP is tacky at 105/54, pulse
83. They were on their way to the corner store when the accident
occurred.�
�What about the driver?� A young blond-haired female doctor asked.
Laura shook her head. �Apparently he must have taken off after the
accident happened.�
�Okay,� the blond-haired doctor replied in a commanding voice, �Let�s
get a CBC, Chem 7, and a central line going, now!� As the doctors began
to work on Ambrosia, the young blond-haired doctor turned to me. �Uh,
you, what�s your name?�
�Uh, Arielle Hartson. I�m a third-year resident.�
�All right, I need you to take her sister up to the peds unit and get
her situated. And also call their parents.�
I nodded as I turned toward the hallway.
�Do you know your phone number?� I asked Sarah as we walked toward the
elevator.
�Yeah, but Ambrosia and I don�t have any parents. We live in a
group-home with a bunch of other kids.�
My heart went out to Sarah immediately. I really did feel bad for
her. Knowing that she and her sister didn�t really have any true family
that they could really call their own.
�Okay, let�s get you cleaned up and then we�ll see how your sister�d
doing, okay?�
Sarah nodded.
As I pushed the button for the elevator to come down, I started
thinking about what I could do to help these girls. After all, that was
my job as a doctor and as a pediatric attendant. To see that my
patients get the best care possible. And leave here knowning that
they�ll be all right. But I realized that it was going to take more
than a couple of sutures and band-aids to give Sarah and Ambrosia the
help that they needed.
TO BE CONTINUED��
Next on ER: Arielle looks into possible adopting Sarah and Ambrosia,
and also she meets Lucy for the first time.
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