opened the roll door on the trailer and boxes were once again falling out of the truck.
Arianna was now screaming in pain.
“OH MY GOD! MICHAEL PLEASE DON’T HIT ANY MORE BUMPS!”
Michael regained control of the truck and was now only a few blocks away from the hospital. He looked over at Arianna and noticed that her legs were now completely splattered with blood. He started to panic and drove a bit faster.
Michael said in a anxious voice as he pulled into the hospital parking area ,“ Emergency room, emergency room. Where in God’s name is the emergency room entrance!”
“There it is Dad. Behind that white van,” said David.
Michael pulled the truck over to the right and narrowly missed a parked car. He pulled around the white van and up to the emergency room entrance. In a fast motioned pace he jumped out of the truck and ran around to the passengers’ side. As he opened the door Arianna fell into his arms.
As she put her arms around Michael’s neck, she said, “Oh Michael, it hurts so much.”
“Hang on honey, I gotcha,” replied Michael.
As Arianna was hoisted out of the cab an orderly with a gurney came out of the hospital entrance.
“What’s the problem here sir?” he asked.
“My wife is hemorrhaging and she is 9 1/2 months pregnant,” responded Michael.
“Who is her doctor?” asked the orderly.
“Doctor Westfield,” replied Michael.
As Michael laid Arianna on the gurney, the orderly said, “We will contact the doctor, but for right now we have to stop this bleeding. I am taking her to emergency.”
As the orderly wheeled Arianna into the emergency entrance, she started to moan. Michael walked along side the gurney, as David followed closely behind.
Michael took hold of her hand and said, “It will be alright Arianna. Just hang in there okay?”
Arianna’s face was twisted from the pain she was feeling but managed to reply, “I will Michael, I will.”
The foot end of the gurney pushed open the hinged doors to the treatment room and rolled to a stop as several nurses and doctors flocked to the scene. As Michael and David stood back and watched, a nurse turned to them.
“I’m sorry, you are going to have to leave this area. Go to the waiting area down the hall and we will come get you when we have further information.”
Michael started to say, “But that’s my wife and I....”
The nurse responded, “I am sorry SIR , you must leave this area now!”
She physically pushed Michael and David with her arms as they walked backwards out of the treatment room area. The stainless steel swinging doors closed in front of them. Michael looked through the window of one of the doors feeling inadequate and helpless as his bleeding wife was moved from the gurney to the treatment table.
“Dad?” asked David.
“Yes David?” replied Michael
“Is Mom gonna die?” he asked in a solemn soft voice.
“No, David. Mom will be fine,” answered Michael.
“Promise Dad?” asked David.
Michael did not answer right away. He thought to himself, how could he make a promise that he may not be able to keep. As he watched the doctors’ work on his wife, David asked again.
“Dad, do you promise Mom won’t die?”
As Michael’s eyes welled up with tears he forced the words from his lips.
“Yes, David... I promise.”
Michael took David by the hand and led him down the hallway to the waiting area. As they walked, Michael was scared and worried as to what was happening to Arianna. He was praying to himself, “Oh please God, let Arianna live. I beg of you.”
Suddenly, the door from the emergency treatment room bolted open and a gurney carrying Arianna was being rushed down the hall
Arianna was now screaming in pain.
“OH MY GOD! MICHAEL PLEASE DON’T HIT ANY MORE BUMPS!”
Michael regained control of the truck and was now only a few blocks away from the hospital. He looked over at Arianna and noticed that her legs were now completely splattered with blood. He started to panic and drove a bit faster.
Michael said in a anxious voice as he pulled into the hospital parking area ,“ Emergency room, emergency room. Where in God’s name is the emergency room entrance!”
“There it is Dad. Behind that white van,” said David.
Michael pulled the truck over to the right and narrowly missed a parked car. He pulled around the white van and up to the emergency room entrance. In a fast motioned pace he jumped out of the truck and ran around to the passengers’ side. As he opened the door Arianna fell into his arms.
As she put her arms around Michael’s neck, she said, “Oh Michael, it hurts so much.”
“Hang on honey, I gotcha,” replied Michael.
As Arianna was hoisted out of the cab an orderly with a gurney came out of the hospital entrance.
“What’s the problem here sir?” he asked.
“My wife is hemorrhaging and she is 9 1/2 months pregnant,” responded Michael.
“Who is her doctor?” asked the orderly.
“Doctor Westfield,” replied Michael.
As Michael laid Arianna on the gurney, the orderly said, “We will contact the doctor, but for right now we have to stop this bleeding. I am taking her to emergency.”
As the orderly wheeled Arianna into the emergency entrance, she started to moan. Michael walked along side the gurney, as David followed closely behind.
Michael took hold of her hand and said, “It will be alright Arianna. Just hang in there okay?”
Arianna’s face was twisted from the pain she was feeling but managed to reply, “I will Michael, I will.”
The foot end of the gurney pushed open the hinged doors to the treatment room and rolled to a stop as several nurses and doctors flocked to the scene. As Michael and David stood back and watched, a nurse turned to them.
“I’m sorry, you are going to have to leave this area. Go to the waiting area down the hall and we will come get you when we have further information.”
Michael started to say, “But that’s my wife and I....”
The nurse responded, “I am sorry SIR , you must leave this area now!”
She physically pushed Michael and David with her arms as they walked backwards out of the treatment room area. The stainless steel swinging doors closed in front of them. Michael looked through the window of one of the doors feeling inadequate and helpless as his bleeding wife was moved from the gurney to the treatment table.
“Dad?” asked David.
“Yes David?” replied Michael
“Is Mom gonna die?” he asked in a solemn soft voice.
“No, David. Mom will be fine,” answered Michael.
“Promise Dad?” asked David.
Michael did not answer right away. He thought to himself, how could he make a promise that he may not be able to keep. As he watched the doctors’ work on his wife, David asked again.
“Dad, do you promise Mom won’t die?”
As Michael’s eyes welled up with tears he forced the words from his lips.
“Yes, David... I promise.”
Michael took David by the hand and led him down the hallway to the waiting area. As they walked, Michael was scared and worried as to what was happening to Arianna. He was praying to himself, “Oh please God, let Arianna live. I beg of you.”
Suddenly, the door from the emergency treatment room bolted open and a gurney carrying Arianna was being rushed down the hall
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