Madison Troy {is no princess} (anotherdollar) wrote in olympianthreads, @ 2014-10-03 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! completed, character: colton taylor, character: madison troy, character: shanti kaul, player: chelsie, player: erin |
WHO: Madison Troy, Colton Taylor, & Shanti Kaul
WHAT: Medical emergency
WHEN: 10/3; 4:30ish PM
WHERE: Madison’s room → Clinic
RATING|STATUS: Warnings for depression, eating disorders, and medical emergencies | Completed log
If she was being honest with herself, Madison couldn’t really remember the last time she’d had a decent meal. She knew it had been days, though. She told herself she didn’t really need that many calories, that her body was used to cutting down while she tried to lose five more pounds. Not that anyone ever asked, but that was her ready excuse. All she wanted to do was lose five pounds. Then she would figure out how to eat a healthy diet and keep it off. But there was never actually a ‘then.’ ‘Then’ never came. And this time it was different. Instead of boasting her new weight to the world, she held it in. No one cared anyway. Colton certainly didn’t. On some level, Madison knew she shouldn’t miss him, that he treated her poorly and caused instability in her life, but...if she couldn’t even get someone like him to want her, what chance did she have to find someone who would treat her well? More trouble than Colton, however, was that no one in all her classes noticed the obvious change in her demeanor. She was no longer condescending or aggressive in any of the classes she actually bothered to go to. In fact, she really didn’t have anything to say at all, even when spoken to. She hadn’t done any homework or readings, no studying. The only thing she’d really done for two weeks was sleep--and yet Madison was always excessively exhausted. But if anyone noticed, they didn’t say a word. Well, Lydia noticed, because Lydia always noticed, but Madison just brushed her off and told her to leave her alone. She didn’t want or need anyone’s pity. Yet she’d come to discover that while she didn’t want pity, she wanted someone--anyone--other than the girl she’d trained, to notice her and care if anything were to happen to her. Because every day she sat silently in class, malnourished and unable to focus on anything, with no one saying anything to her, was just more evidence on the large pile of proof that told her everyone hated her. It told her no one would give a shit if she died. And maybe she should. Maybe that was why she finally stopped eating altogether, even the tiniest amounts she’d been allowing herself to consume. Her body could temporarily handle the dramatic decline in nourishment, but it couldn’t handle cutting off everything--even water--for two days straight. The morning of the third day, Madison didn’t feel good, but went to Combat anyway. When she got too dizzy to even stand, let alone spar, and sitting with some water didn’t help, she was sent to the clinic. But she didn’t go to the clinic. She went back to her room. She just needed a nap. She didn’t quite make it to her room. She barely made it in the front door. All she could hear was her heartbeat in her ears, but her chest hurt like it wasn’t beating at all, and the last thing she thought as she stumbled to the couch and collapsed was that maybe she really should have gone to the clinic. --- A text message from Lydia had interrupted his afternoon at the gym. Staring down at his phone and sneering, he had half a mind to ignore it. God, he hated that pig nosed bitch. She was always half way up Madison’s ass and always trying to get his ex away from him. Of course, the hatred was mutual but Colton didn’t care about that. He was too focused on his own loathing. Maybe he could convince Madison to get rid of her one of these days, promise her something she desired just to prevent her from ever speaking to the blonde again. Setting the barbell back in it’s hooks, he sat up and pulled his headphones from his ears as he opened the message. Brow furrowing, he read that Mads had left class sick and no one had heard from her. Apparently, Lydia, wanted him to go check on her. Why couldn’t Mads little minion do it herself. What was it his business if an ex girlfriend didn’t feel well? Laying back, he popped his earbuds and cranked his music, something wouldn’t let him pick the bar back up though. Cursing loudly, he got up from the bench and stormed out the door. She’d better be fucking dying. Jogging across the campus and up the stair into Madison’s building, he stopped at her door. To knock or not to knock, that was the question. He wrapping his knuckles loudly against the wood, he waited for her reply. He could hear her shrill harpy like voice already from just thinking about coming in without asking and he didn’t need a headache right now. Knocking again, he leaned against the door and it swung open. Apparently the latch hadn’t caught completely. This wasn’t good. Shoving the door open, something akin to worry flooded his brain and his whole body tensed as stepped through the doorway, not knowing what he would find. Colton hated this feeling. He didn’t worry. Ever. Everything was approached as if he knew exactly going on and that left no room for such a useless emotion. Here it was though and the stealth student didn’t know how to handle it. Eyes searched the room desperately for any sign of what might have happened, and then he saw her. Madison was passed out on the couch. “Mads?!” he called to her as he hurried to her side. “Madison! Wake up! Come on, Kitten, wake up. Jesus fucking Christ, Mads, what did you do to yourself?” She didn’t smell like alcohol and he didn’t know Madison to be the type to do drugs, so what the hell was wrong with her. His mind raced as his fingers slipped to her throat feeling for a pulse. It was very weak and erratic, but it was there. Scooping, the girl into his arms he noticed how much slighter she felt. Fuck, was this really what he thought it was? Shifting her weight, he was able to free his cellphone and hit the redial button. Xanders number appeared on the screen and Colton sighed with relief. Xander wouldn’t ask questions, least not until after. Hitting speaker phone he waited for a familiar voice to answer, “I don’t have time to explain. Get to the clinic and tell them I’m coming with Madison, she’s barely breathing and her pulse is faint.” Not even bothering to hang up he ran out the door, cradling Mads limp body, a hand keeping her head rested tight against his shoulder. “Stay with me, Kitten,” he whispered softly in her ear as he ran down the steps and down the path towards the clinic. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge people that spoke to him as he ran. Skidding to a stop, he was met by Shanti and a gurney. Laying Madison carefully down, he looped his fingers through hers. “Don’t think for a second that I’m not going with her. Don’t fight me. Move.” He knew Shanti wasn’t the type to respond well to a command barked at her, but right now he didn’t care. Madison could die. “I don’t think she’s been eating.” *** Shanti was, unfortunately, not terribly surprised when someone rushed in to tell her something was wrong with Madison Troy. She’d been doing the girl’s physical for a couple years and had noted her low BMI, but not been around enough to really know the girl’s story. She could tell from her interest in her yearly weighings that Madison had a potentially unhealthy preoccupation with her weight, and she’d made a note in her chart this year to talk to her about it, but with cases like Olivier and Alba Smith, she hadn’t flagged it as a priority. And now she was regretting it. Upon receiving word about the incoming patient, she’d sent the Healing student interning in the clinic to find Dorian in case she needed a third pair of experienced hands, and met Colton at the door with a gurney. “You may stay, but you need to step back and give us room to work,” she told him forcefully, as she and the evening nurse began to push Madison over to the emergency bay. “Madison? Can you hear me?” she asked the girl lying before her. Her stethoscope was off her neck and in her ears so she could listen for a heartbeat--which was uneven, but there. She shined a light in the girl’s eyes as she directed the nurse to get her a tray to put in an iv, and looked back up at the boy who brought her in. “What happened?” ---- Colton was more than happy to give her all the space she needed, as long as she didn’t remove him from the emergency bay. “Fuck if I know. Her roommate texted me that Mads had gone home from class sick and asked me to check on her. This is how I found her. If I know her, she hasn’t been eating would be my guess,” he answered, his voice a low growl as he fought to keep his tone even. “Jesus Mads, why did you do this to yourself.” Colton hated this. He hated every god damn thing about this whole fucked up situation. Control was something Colton always had, even when those around him didn’t think so. In this however, he did not. There was nothing he could do right now. There was nothing to hit, no one to manipulate, there was just the hospital staff and this disgusting feeling twisting in his gut. Nervously pacing back and forth, he decided to sit himself down before Shanti decided to yell at him or kick him out. Perching on the edge of one of the plastic chairs near by, he shot a few texts to Xander and Abe. He thought about texting Liam but he didn’t know what to say and he didn’t know if he’d care. Then there was the issue of Lydia, he’d skip her for now. All they needed was that little bitch in here crying and grating on his nerves. He hated this, God how he hated this. *** Shanti continued to talk to Madison while she worked on her, taking her vitals and putting in an iv. Her stats were not good at all, though she hadn't stopped breathing and that was always a good sign. What was not a good sign was that she hadn't been able to get a response from her, which could mean any number of things. A couple minutes later, her patient was hooked up to fluids containing both electrolytes and glucose, which she hoped would bring about some stability and consciousness. She also took blood to run more tests on, and told the nurses to prepare Madison for a CT and MRI to ensure it hadn't been a head wound or internal bleeding that caused her to pass out. "We're going to run some tests and take a few scans to ensure there's no other underlying problems that could have caused this, but with the fluids I'm hopeful she will regain consciousness in the next couple hours. Thank you for checking on her, Colton. She might have made it it tomorrow without medical attention. You are welcome to stay until she wakes, if you would like. Does she have any family here on the island I should contact?" --- “Liam,” He spat. “I don’t really think he’d care though. I’ll take care of it. Just go take care of Madison. He’ll take it better coming from me, if he even thinks anything about it.” All the fight had gone out of Colton. He was exhausted by this day already. Just completely fucking done with it. Fight for 8 hours, fine. Apparently, fifteen minutes of this and he was done. Pulling out his phone he shot a text to Liam. He couldn’t remember if the kid had class or not. Where was Lydia, shouldn’t she be taking care of this shit? He blanched at his own thought. He hated her but she’d be good to make do the bitch work. Couldn’t Madison just wake up so they could both go home. *** "As you wish," she replied with a nod, wishing she had the ability to call the girl's parents, but knowing that contacting anyone not affiliated with the island or the Organization was out of the question. "I will keep you updated on her progress." She turned away to go see Madison through the scans but stopped and said as an afterthought, "If you can think of anyone else who could help me piece together the last few days for her, let me know. I'd like to speak to them." |