hoped that he was just unconscious from all of the blood loss and that none of his wounds were fatal. I could see bone in the deep hole that was in his leg.
The roads swayed and curved all the way to the hospital. I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes open but I knew that I had to stay awake for Derek. I was worried about him, and our growing baby. I silently prayed that everything would be all right.
I finally felt the tires of the van come to a final stop. I scooted my way over to the window and peeked out to see where we were. We were finally at the hospital! Panic and relief washed over me at the same time. Derek would finally be taken care of but I also didn’t know how serious his injuries were just yet.
The driver opened the back door of the van. An ER attendant accompanied him. They took Derek out first and placed him on an actual stretcher. Even though he was unconscious, he let out a slight moan as they jarred his body onto the hospital stretcher. I watched as they rushed him into the hospital. A second ER attendant came within moments to help me out of the van.
As the hospital staff performed testing on me, I asked about Derek and how he was. The staff spoke little English so it was hard to understand exactly what they were saying. It would be my luck that all of this would happen in Mexico, where language was such a barrier. I asked to see Derek but one of the nurses said that I needed to be treated before I could see him.
An x-ray revealed that my femur was fractured, the bones in my calf were broken and that I had a broken ankle. I also suffered a minor concussion and had shards of metal implanted into my skin from the bomb. I hadn’t even thought to tell them that I might be pregnant before the x-ray. My mind was focused on letting them do whatever they needed to so that I could be with my love.
I was placed into a private hospital room as they prepped the OR for surgery. They had to place pins and rods into some of my breaks so that they would heal properly. Before they took me back for surgery, I asked about Derek once more. I had to see him. The nurse could tell that I was very concerned about him and agreed to let me see him for just a moment before surgery.
As the nurse wheeled me down the hall, she patted my shoulder and said “ahhh, to be young again” and gave me a reassuring smile. I weakly smiled back at her, still concerned about Derek. When we finally reached his room, she wheeled me over to his bedside.
He was hooked up to monitors and was on oxygen. I asked the nurse how bad his injuries were. She glanced over his chart and said that he suffered major head trauma, had a broken clavicle and that his leg had a compound fracture. He was on oxygen since his oxygen levels were low due to all of the smoke inhalation. I watched him sleep while he was heavily medicated.
I tried to grab his hand, to give it a kiss, but the nurse stopped me.
“ He no need any extra citement.” She said in broken English.
I nodded at her, and then she wheeled me off to surgery. While I was glad that I had gotten to see him, I hated leaving him. He needed me at his side. We promised one another that we would be there for each other. I couldn’t be there for him if I was in surgery. Tears began to flood my eyes.
Before I knew it, the anesthesia knocked me out and the doctors began to treat all of my breaks and fractures. I remembered that the room was cold and white. They had asked me to count backwards from 10 but I don’t think that I made it past seven.
Chapter Nine
Waking Up
Much to my surprise, Derek was lying next to me when I awoke from surgery. They placed us in a hospital room together. When the driver dropped us off, he told the hospital staff that we were a married couple from the U.S. I will never be able to thank that man enough for telling them that.
“ Derek?” I whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.
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