Leonardo Marino (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} i_calltheshots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-03-23 13:31:00 |
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Who Leonardo Marino
What His demise
Where Boston Medical Center
When March 11; 4:00am
Open? Reaction from family/friends in the waiting room, plz
[ooc; thank you to lilly for Bianca-cameo :p ]
With the storm letting up, a loud roar of something else was heard outside the walls of the old hotel. Landing on the field next to the hotel, the medical helicopter spun in wait for its patient. EMT's rushed into the hospital, finding the man in question, bleeding everywhere. While the doctor had been working on who they would learn to be one Leonardo Marino, his situation was dire. Family was rushed to the first launch back to the mainland, while the doctors and paramedics loaded Leo into the medical transport.
"His pulse is weak, multiple stab wounds to his chest and abdomen. His lung punctured and he has glass lodged in his back. I did what I could to stitch up the stab wounds and lung, but the damage is severe. I didn't want to take the glass out in case he bled out, so I wrapped around it to keep pressure off. He lost consciousness about twenty minutes ago, and he's still having difficulty breathing. He's lost a lot of blood..." Bianca rambled off her medical diagnosis as she helped the paramedics load Leo into the helicopter.
A skilled medical team descended on Leo as he came into the hospital, plucking and prodding inside of him to assess the damage and what could be done for him. His stitches were taken apart and redone, making sure that all of his internal organs were not damaged. He still had a punctured lung and glass buried deep in his back, but he was stable enough to move.
Gaining consciousness as the doctors waited for an OR to open, Leo demanded that he were able to see his family. His sisters, his brother, his son, his wife. There were things that needed to be said...just in case. The doctors advised against it, saying the longer they waited to take the glass out of him, the more danger he was in. Leo simply told them that he would make it quick. Maybe it was something in the back of the mind of a dying man, but he needed to say his goodbyes. Just in case.
Not a full twenty minutes was all he got before doctors upped his morphine and rolled him toward the OR. The last thing one Leo Marino would be able to feel was his wife's hand slipping out of his hand and sweet release of anesthetic sinking him into blackness.
Some of the best surgeons in the state of Massachusetts worked for nearly two hours to save Leo's life. So much blood had been lost, and with Leo's rare blood type, the hospital did not have enough of it in supply. While his immediate family might be able to donate, and would have done so if given the opportunity, their blood was useless, as everyone had been drinking that night. It turned out that while the glass knife had indeed caused blood to be lost, it also served to hold in place a punctured artery. The second it was pulled from his back, blood pooled out of the wound faster than the doctors could get into repair the damage. The knife in his back, while it was inevitably was his death sentence, had also given him the time to say goodbye to his family.
Leonardo Marino bled out on the table at Boston Medical Center. Time of death. March 11, 2008, 3:47 am
The head surgeon of his medical team washed his hands and took off his blood soaked gown. His cap was slid off as he walked down the hallway that seemed a little longer today. Walking into the waiting room, he was met with the hopeful and yet, seemingly already grieving faces of Leo's family.
"I'm...so sorry. We did everything we possibly could. We lost him."
What His demise
Where Boston Medical Center
When March 11; 4:00am
Open? Reaction from family/friends in the waiting room, plz
[ooc; thank you to lilly for Bianca-cameo :p ]
With the storm letting up, a loud roar of something else was heard outside the walls of the old hotel. Landing on the field next to the hotel, the medical helicopter spun in wait for its patient. EMT's rushed into the hospital, finding the man in question, bleeding everywhere. While the doctor had been working on who they would learn to be one Leonardo Marino, his situation was dire. Family was rushed to the first launch back to the mainland, while the doctors and paramedics loaded Leo into the medical transport.
"His pulse is weak, multiple stab wounds to his chest and abdomen. His lung punctured and he has glass lodged in his back. I did what I could to stitch up the stab wounds and lung, but the damage is severe. I didn't want to take the glass out in case he bled out, so I wrapped around it to keep pressure off. He lost consciousness about twenty minutes ago, and he's still having difficulty breathing. He's lost a lot of blood..." Bianca rambled off her medical diagnosis as she helped the paramedics load Leo into the helicopter.
A skilled medical team descended on Leo as he came into the hospital, plucking and prodding inside of him to assess the damage and what could be done for him. His stitches were taken apart and redone, making sure that all of his internal organs were not damaged. He still had a punctured lung and glass buried deep in his back, but he was stable enough to move.
Gaining consciousness as the doctors waited for an OR to open, Leo demanded that he were able to see his family. His sisters, his brother, his son, his wife. There were things that needed to be said...just in case. The doctors advised against it, saying the longer they waited to take the glass out of him, the more danger he was in. Leo simply told them that he would make it quick. Maybe it was something in the back of the mind of a dying man, but he needed to say his goodbyes. Just in case.
Not a full twenty minutes was all he got before doctors upped his morphine and rolled him toward the OR. The last thing one Leo Marino would be able to feel was his wife's hand slipping out of his hand and sweet release of anesthetic sinking him into blackness.
Some of the best surgeons in the state of Massachusetts worked for nearly two hours to save Leo's life. So much blood had been lost, and with Leo's rare blood type, the hospital did not have enough of it in supply. While his immediate family might be able to donate, and would have done so if given the opportunity, their blood was useless, as everyone had been drinking that night. It turned out that while the glass knife had indeed caused blood to be lost, it also served to hold in place a punctured artery. The second it was pulled from his back, blood pooled out of the wound faster than the doctors could get into repair the damage. The knife in his back, while it was inevitably was his death sentence, had also given him the time to say goodbye to his family.
Leonardo Marino bled out on the table at Boston Medical Center. Time of death. March 11, 2008, 3:47 am
The head surgeon of his medical team washed his hands and took off his blood soaked gown. His cap was slid off as he walked down the hallway that seemed a little longer today. Walking into the waiting room, he was met with the hopeful and yet, seemingly already grieving faces of Leo's family.
"I'm...so sorry. We did everything we possibly could. We lost him."