MidReal Story
Healing Hearts: A Doctor's Dilemma
Scenario: My male main character is a doctor and the female is having aheavy bleeding during her mesturation and she collapses and he is her doctor and husband, and
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I was in the middle of a meeting when my phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was from the hospital.
"Excuse me, I need to take this," I said to my colleagues as I stood up and walked out of the conference room.
"Dr. Hart," I answered.
"Dr. Hart, this is Nurse Thompson from the ER."
My heart started racing as my mind went through all the possible scenarios that could be happening in the emergency room right now.
"What’s going on?"
I asked.
"Your wife has been brought in by ambulance."
My heart stopped for a second before it started racing even faster than before.
"What happened?"
I asked as I ran down the hallway toward the elevator that would take me to the first floor where the emergency room was located.
"She collapsed at home."
"Is she conscious?"
"No, she’s unconscious."
"Is she breathing?"
I was in a meeting when my phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was from the hospital.
"Excuse me, I need to take this," I said to my colleagues as I stood up and walked out of the conference room.
"Dr. Hart," I answered.
"Dr. Hart, this is Nurse Thompson from the ER."
My heart started racing as my mind went through all the possible scenarios that could be happening in the emergency room right now.
"What’s going on?"
I asked.
"Your wife has been brought in by ambulance."
My heart stopped for a second before it started racing even faster than before.
"What happened?"
I asked as I ran down the hallway toward the elevator that would take me to the first floor where the emergency room was located.
"She collapsed at home."
"Is she conscious?"
"No, she’s unconscious."
"Is she breathing?"
"Yes, but her pulse is weak and her blood pressure is dropping."
I dashed through the doors of the emergency room, which were already open and waiting for me.
When I rushed into the room, I saw that my team was already assembled and waiting for me.
"What do we have?" I asked as I took my place at the foot of the bed where Sarah was lying.
"We have a 29-year-old female who is unresponsive," one of my nurses said as she read from her notes.
"She was found unconscious in her home. She’s breathing on her own but with some difficulty. Her pulse is weak and her blood pressure is dropping. She’s lost a lot of blood."
"How much blood has she lost?"
"About 1500 milliliters."
"That’s a lot of blood," I said as I reached down to feel for Sarah’s radial pulse on her wrist.
"It looks like she’s still bleeding."
"Yes," another nurse said as she held a bag of saline solution high above Sarah’s head so that it would enter her bloodstream more quickly.
"Her hemoglobin is extremely low; we need to give her a transfusion right away."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to calm myself down so that I could think more clearly about what needed to be done for Sarah.
I was trained to remain calm under pressure so that I could make good decisions and direct my team effectively, but it was difficult for me to remain calm when my wife’s life was on the line like this.
I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes as I took a deep breath and stood up straight so that I could address my team with confidence and authority.
"Let’s get two units of O-negative blood into her right away," I said as I walked around to the head of the bed so that I could put a breathing tube into Sarah’s mouth so that we could help her breathe more easily while we worked on stabilizing her vital signs.
"We have a 29-year-old female who is unresponsive," one of my nurses said as she read from her notes.
"She was found unconscious in her home. She’s breathing on her own but with some difficulty. Her pulse is weak and her blood pressure is dropping. She’s lost a lot of blood."
"How much blood has she lost?"
"About 1500 milliliters."
"That’s a lot of blood," I said as I reached down to feel for Sarah’s radial pulse on her wrist.
"It looks like she’s still bleeding."
"Yes," another nurse said as she held a bag of saline solution high above Sarah’s head so that it would enter her bloodstream more quickly.
"Her hemoglobin is extremely low; we need to give her a transfusion right away."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to calm myself down so that I could think more clearly about what needed to be done for Sarah.
I was trained to remain calm under pressure so that I could make good decisions and direct my team effectively, but it was difficult for me to remain calm when my wife’s life was on the line like this.
I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes as I took a deep breath and stood up straight so that I could address my team with confidence and authority.
I was trained to remain calm under pressure so that I could make good decisions and direct my team effectively, but it was difficult for me to remain calm when my wife’s life was on the line like this.
I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes as I took a deep breath and stood up straight so that I could address my team with confidence and authority.
For the first time in my professional life, everything seemed to be crystal clear for me in this moment, as I stared at my wife lying unconscious in a hospital gurney with her life hanging in the balance just a few feet away from me.
I knew what I needed to do in this moment, even though there were no guarantees of success or survival, only opportunity for survival by operating on Sarah immediately so that I could stop the hemorrhaging before she lost any more blood than she already had.
It was a critical moment in my career as a surgeon, as I faced the most important decision of my life as a doctor in this moment: whether to operate on Sarah or not, knowing full well that she was going to die if I didn’t do something to stop her from bleeding out like this if I didn’t act now.
I took one last look at Sarah before I stepped back from the table and turned to my team so that I could address them with confidence and authority in my voice as I spoke in a calm, but firm tone of voice.
"Get her prepared for surgery. Now!"
I said, as I looked at the monitor screen again.
Her blood pressure had dropped dangerously low to 40/20, while her heart rate had also dropped dangerously low to 40 beats per minute, and her oxygen saturation level was barely adequate at 70 percent.
We were running out of time, so I had no other choice but to operate on Sarah immediately in order to save her life.
I walked away from the table and quickly left the trauma bay so that I could return to the operating room so that I could scrub up for surgery.
I knew that Sarah didn’t have much time left before she would die if I didn’t do something immediately.
