Setting: Cedars Hospital Intensive Care Unit
Elizabeth Stewart was on the dreaded night shift again. Sometimes it was alright but nights like tonite stunk. She had a reputation for being able to work double shifts for many days without complaining. They didn't call her pepper for nothing, she thought.
This new patient that had been brought in was a mystery to her. No family had come to see him. She checked his chart and saw it clearly marked John Doe.
He had been shot. He was in a lot of pain. He should have been dead. Only the hand of God had kept this John Doe alive. He began twitching in pain again and Elizabeth checked his chart to see when he was due his next dose of pain medication. It was not for another hour. She felt sorry for this nameless man. She checked the his personal effects to see if there was any clue that might show who this mystery man was. The only thing she could find was a small piece of paper with a handwritten note on it. The message had simply said. Call me. SJ.
Elizabeth had other patients to tend to as well but she found herself being drawn back to this John Doe, she decided to just think of him as John for short. There was something about him that made her afraid that if she left his side for too long, he would perish.
John moaned and began to awaken. Elizabeth sat down next to him and tried to calm him down by humming to him. She mopped his brow of the sweat that collected there and resumed her humming. It seemed to have a calming effect on him for soon he ceased his restless thrashing and went backed into blissful oblivion.
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Is that an angel I hear?? Dietz could have sworn an angel was humming to him. Was he in heaven? No, there was no way Roberto Dietzman had found favor with the almighty and made it into heaven. He had too many unconfessed sins in his life. God would never let him into His heaven of that he was sure.
The last thing he remembered was the sound of sirens. SO many sirens. Were they coming for him?? SOmething had happened. He struggled to remember what it was. Danny, something about Danny. His head hurt to think. He wanted to hear that angel again.
He moaned and someone, the angel?, wiped his brow. The touch was comforting. He had to remember what happened, what had brought him hear. He tried to speak but found there was something stuck down his throat. He tried to move his arms but found that took more stregnth than he possessed. He had been shot. That was it. He was supposed to be dead. Did they know he wasn't dead? Pieces of the puzzle began to unfold and he realized that if Carmen found out he wasn't dead, it sure as hell wouldn't be long before he was.