Who: Boyd, Daniel, Rosalie What: A narrative and a log Where: County General Hospital When:Once the paramedics arrive Warnings: All the bad stuff that's been in this particular plot.
From the time the screaming began, everything was a blur of pain and end this and more pain.
Boyd wasn't truly aware of Daniel or Rosalie with her, just like she wasn't aware of the ambulance ride to the hospital. She had no idea who held her hand in theirs, and she didn't register all the haunts in the oft-used ambulance. All she thought was hurt and I'm going to die.
That didn't change in the ER.
She had enough pills in her body that they pumped her stomach and administered activated charcoal, and the pain of that flitted through. She fought the nurses and the doctors, and they pushed away her ineffective hands and whispered about her backward clothing and needle angles that were not self injected. They called for the police and a rape kit and started referring to this as a crime.
They didn't let anyone in while she was in the ER; just the poison control representative and the police, who then went out to the waiting room to get statements from the people who had brought her in. Trenton? Who else? She couldn't think of anyone else. Had she realized it was Daniel and Rosalie, she would have kicked and screamed until they were taken away.
But she didn't know, and the pain from the charcoal absorbing the pills and cocaine in her system was excruciating, and she couldn't focus on anything at all, even when they wheeled her up to ICU for repeated charcoal administrations for the next 12 hours.
As she dozed off painfully, she asked for a laptop, and they promised her one in the morning.