Because random events make for an interesting plot twist...
Chapter 16 – Experimental Treatment = BAD IdeaHmm, so THIS is the blog that Ethan's been talking about. And I have the password!
In case you're wondering, this is Darlene. No, I'm not taking over for my brother, at least not permanently. Right now he's in the hospital (as a patient), but he wanted me to let everyone know that he's okay. Weak, exhausted, and probably a little bit annoyed, but okay.
I guess I should give you a little backstory here. Ethan graduated from medical school last month (go him!) and now works as a trauma surgeon in the E.R. What we didn't know was that he had also volunteered to be part of an experimental treatment testing program. Yeah, you know where this is going, right?
Sooo, fast forward to late this morning. Malcolm had spent the night and we were about to go out to see the latest Jimmy Sprocket movie with Bells and Morty. (What? He stays over all the time.) Then Malcolm remembered that he'd left his car keys on the table by the treadmill and went upstairs to go get them.
That's when he found Ethan passed out on the floor in the hallway.
We tried waking him up, no dice. He was out like a light, ghastly pale, and awfully sweaty, but at least he was still breathing. Without wasting any time Malcolm pulled out his phone and called his dad for help.
“Get him to the E.R. right away! I'm on call, I will meet him there.”So Malcolm called for an ambulance, meanwhile I had to try and get a hold of Holly. She had gone to a baby shower for one of her girlfriends (River I think?) and had taken Elysia with her. Needless to say once I DID finally reach her she was practically beside herself with worry. Holly came rushing home and made it just in time to see Ethan being loaded into the ambulance. She dropped Elysia off with me and climbed in with him for the ride to the hospital.
There went my plans for the day, not that I would have been able to enjoy the movie anyway worrying about my brother. I told Malcolm just to go without me, but he refused and decided to stay here and help me watch my niece. How sweet.
We did what we could to try and keep ourselves occupied while we waited for news from the hospital. When 'Lysie was taking her nap Malcolm and I decided to go and hang out in the hot tub. Mmm...definitely better than seeing a movie.
(Maybe it was a good thing that we didn't go anyway, because Bells called me an hour or so ago and told me the news that Morty had finally gotten up the nerve to kiss her! It's about time!)
Afternoon rolled around and still no word from Holly. I fed Elysia her lunch (“Num-nums, auntie!”) and we all moved into the living room to wait it out. I have to admit, I was a nervous wreck. I mean, Ethan isn't just my favorite brother, he's my best friend. It kind of scared me when I saw him laying on the floor like that, and the fact that we still hadn't heard anything bugged me even more.
My little niece tried her best to distract me. She is so freaking cute, but that doll of hers totally weirds me out.
Finally at about four I got a phone call. It was Mom, and the first thing she did was get on my case for not calling her this morning when all of this happened. (Ooops...) She then gave me the good news that Ethan would be okay, thank the Heavens. The experimental treatment that he had been testing failed badly, but fortunately it didn't look like there was going to be any permanent damage. Still, it would take them a while to flush the toxins out of his system, so Doctor Landgraab decided that it would be wise to keep my brother overnight for observation.
“Tell Holly that she doesn't have to worry about her little girl," I said. "'Lysie's super-sweet and I don't mind watching her overnight if she wants to stay with Ethan."
“She was hoping that you wouldn't mind doing that," Mom replied.
"I will let Holly know. Do you think that you will be all right by yourself?"“Mom, I'm fifteen. I can handle being by myself overnight.”
“All right honey. Call me if you need anything.”“I will Mom. Sorry I forgot to call you earlier. I kind of got caught up in everything.”
“It's all right. Take care, and give a big kiss to Elysia from grandma, okay?.”“Okay, Mom. Talk to you later.”
So long story short, I get to babysit my niece tonight, which I don't mind too much since she's mostly potty trained. (Diapers are totally gross.) Best of all, I won't be alone. Malcolm texted his dad a little while ago and told him that he'd be staying over again, to which the doctor replied
“I figured. Just behave yourself.”Aw, but what's the fun in that?!
(A/N: Holy macaroni...2000 views? Thank you all so very much!
Just a little deviation from the norm on this one, an experiment if you will, in writing from a different perspective. Let me know what you think, and thanks again for reading!)