Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Matter Of Choice ❯ On the Brink ( Chapter 29 )

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Tegan lies on the brink of death, but can she be saved? And does she want to be saved?

Disclaimer: This is an original work that has been in progress for nine years. While I have taken inspiration from a number of sources, the characters and plot line are entirely my own. Anyone wishing to use my characters must contact me for permission FIRST.

In later chapters there will be graphic violence, gore and scenes of a sexual nature - both homo and hetero sexual. There will also be character death. I am not responsible if you do not read this disclaimer and do not like the graphic content.

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On The Brink

The double doors crashed open, bringing mobile chaos with it. People screamed at each other as they struggled to keep Tegan alive. The paramedics wheeled her into the emergency room, all the time trying to watch the readout of machines. A door crashed open.

“What have we got?” A male consultant strode into the room, putting on a disposable gown.

“20 something year old female, her name's Tegan. Victim of this vampire maniac.” The paramedic replied

“Not another one!”

“BP is 90 over 60 and falling. She has a broken clavicle, and two or three broken ribs, all left side. Blood loss, mainly from the tear in her throat. Looks like he did it with his teeth!”

“Jesus! I sure hope they catch this freak!”

He stepped up to her and looked at the nurse squeezing the bag of blood into her, but despite the bandages at her throat, blood flowed from the wound in a slow trickle.

“Okay Tegan can you hear me?”

No response.

“My name's Doctor Newman and we're gonna take real good care of you. Okay guys let's get her onto a gurney. On three.”

A crowd of nurses and another doctor joined him, grabbing the sheet beneath her.

“One… two… Three!”

They heaved her body across, the paramedics taking their trolley away. They hooked her onto an ECG machine; it's beeping alarms showing Tegan's withering pulse. They fussed around her as it faded.

“Right, we need to get more blood inside her, she can't maintain pressure.”

The nurse hooked up bags to a drip trolley.

“See if we can organise a blood match. Nurse, squeeze it in under pressure, and let's see if we can ease the strain on her heart.

“She's losing it as fast as we put it in.” A second doctor countered. A young woman not much older than Tegan.

“Then put a second line in, see what we can do. If we can stabilise her long enough to get her into surgery she might just have a chance.”

The nurses worked frantically to change the blood soaked dressings at her throat as the second doctor squeezed the blood bags. Doctor Newman saw the tear in her throat for the first time. He turned pale.

“Jesus! It looks like he tried to eat her raw!”

He lifted her eyelids and shined a torch into her eyes.

“Minimal pupil response, but response is equal.”

Suddenly the ECG let out a high pitch whine and went flat line.

“She's in arrest! Ready the paddles!”

Scissors were found, Tegan's top sliced in half down the front. Gel pads were placed on her chest as the electrodes were charged.

“Charging at 300. Clear!”

Electricity was fired into her body, her back arched, bucking her off the table. They checked the ECG. Still flat line.

“Again.” Doctor Newman shouted.

“Charging at 360. Clear!”

Her body bucked up once more, crashing back to the table, blood tricking down her neck, clotting in a sticky red film. The machine stayed flat line.

“Again!”

“Charging…Clear!”

Tegan bucked once more, her head lolling, her mouth falling open, a sigh seeming to come from her lips. The ECG still whined.

“Again!” Doctor Newman was frustrated.

“She's lost too much blood, she's gone.” His colleague argued.

“I said again damn it!”

She shook her head in exasperation, but did as she was told.

“Charging… Clear!”

Tegan's broken body arced high into the air, crashing heavily back onto the gurney. All eyes were on the ECG. All that could be heard was the whine. Everyone held their breath, hoping to see her pulse return. Doctor Newman looked at the clock, shook his head and sighed.

“Call it, well tried everyone.”

“Time of death…”

A bleep stopped her in her tracks. Everyone turned disbelieving as the ECG began to bleep with a weak but steady heart beat.

“She's back Doctor Newman.”

“Start pumping blood into her. Someone page surgery. Pulse is steady, throat wound is packed and BP is rising.”

“I guess she's as stable as she's ever going to be.” His female colleague agreed.

“Right let's move her upstairs.”

* * * * *

Surgery was a long and drawn out procedure. The broken halves of her ribs had to be pinned together, her body emptied of the pool of blood that had collected and the opening in her chest repaired. A drain was inserted to remove any blood collecting in her chest. The tear in her throat was a mess, and a hard job to suture, but the blood vessels were repaired and the wound closed. Now she could have the blood transfusion she so badly needed.

In recovery her surgeon sat by her bed looking over her charts. No one was quite sure how she had managed to come back in the emergency room. Everyone felt certain that she should be dead, but somehow she had hung on. She lay sedated, blood transfusing into her, hooked up to a respirator until the sedatives were reduced. He looked at the pitiful figure that lay in the bed. Hooked up to machines and swathed in bandages she looked vulnerable. She had survived her heart stopping, she had survived hours of surgery, but could she survive the night?

* * * * *

When Demetriov woke he knew immediately something was wrong. There was a commotion downstairs. He sighed and went to see what had got his little band into such a state. As he started down the stairs he could hear raised voices.

“…she deserves everything she gets!” Marina shouted.

“Your views are somewhat coloured.” Daniel soothed. “Whilst I am not sorry for her misfortune, it is a little harsh to wish her ill. She is only doing what comes naturally to her. As do we.”

“What precisely is going on?” Demetriov asked.

The room fell silent. Whilst the group not arguing was a good thing it certainly was not giving him answers.

“Well?”

“It's a mess that's what.” Torin replied. He'd just returned from the hunt.

“The city is in uproar. Tegan and Rachel are missing. Daniel, channel six.”

Demetriov turned to the television as it began to spout news, a young man stood at the base of an apartment block reporting.

“…vampire killer has struck again. His latest victim was found on the roof of this building. We have very few details but it is rumoured that the killer tried to rip open her throat with his teeth. Despite this she has survived and lies in intensive care…”

Daniel turned off the television.

“I've just come back from there.” Torin began. “There are ashes there. Rachel's dead Demetriov, and its Tegan they're talking about. How the hell she managed to get Rachel to stay out till dawn God only knows.

“And Tegan?” Demetriov asked.

“Alive, barely.”

“You've seen her?”

“Yes, her outlook isn't good, but from what the doctors say she shouldn't have survived this long.”

“She's a fighter.” Demetriov smiled wryly.

“Only one problem though.” Daniel observed.

“Yes?”

“This whole murderer farce came about from the young one's sloppy eating habits. Now this has not been a problem, even amusing while all their police have found are bloodless corpses. Now, if Tegan survives, they have a live victim from which they can obtain information.”

“What are you suggesting we should do?”

“Kill her while she's weak.” Marina replied quietly.

“We all know you want her dead, and for good reason, but I don't agree.” Demetriov replied calmly.

“But we all do.” Daniel replied.

This concerned Demetriov.

“Even you Torin?”

“I'm undecided. I find the idea distasteful, but I too worry about it. She might be rash enough to talk about us. She is the last of her family and it ends with her. If the world knew of us, none of us would survive. We need secrecy to ensure our survival.”

Demetriov nodded. They were right of course. He was anxious; he did not want to see Tegan die, not yet. If he could save her he would.

“I don't believe she will say anything. I don't think that she has any reason to. I trust her.”

“You trust her?” Marina was stunned.

“I am inclined to agree.” Torin replied. “But I am still concerned.”

“Then so am I. But we shall wait and we shall see. She will need watching.”

“I'll take care of it.” Torin replied.

“Watch her well. And tell us if she even seems to be thinking about telling anyone. It doesn't have any honour, but if our lives are at stake then it must be done.”

He took Torin to one side.

“If it comes to it do it yourself if you can. Make it painless. You're right, this is a bloody mess, and I don't like it.”

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Author's Notes:

Hah ha!!! Okay I a mean evil cow to my heroine I know. But all good fun. All hail the Queen of Mean… Cybergoth *bows* I thank you!! Till next time peeps.