It
had been a quiet night, there was
nothing happening, no celebrities being smuggled in through the Hospitals
backdoors for rehab, coated head bent low in shame and fear of discovery. Not so much as a scrape or bump from the
general population of SL city. Just another night, like so many before.
THEN,
it came, the sudden shrill of a banshee wail which shredded the peace and
composure around me as the vibrant flash of approaching sirens screamed into
the stillness, the vibrant flash of
lights illuminating the sky as if I was in the midst of an alien invasion and alerting
the world to a crisis of global proportion.
The cries of ‘Medic’ hit the air with a
frantic urgency amongst the ensuing onslaught of paramedics, Drs and nurses which
suddenly appeared, throwing open the
doors of the Egoisme General Hospital. Their faces were taut with fear and
anticipation. It was clear, something desperate was happening as the hordes of
medics around me suddenly swung into well-rehearsed and orchestrated practice.
Moving like one, each a tiny cog In a machine that instantly functioned as a well
oiled mechanism.
The doors to the Egoisme General Hospital flew
wide open, the gurney was pulled through in preparation, In the confusion, I
struggled to see the face of the woman that lay prone on the hard and shiny plastic
surface, screaming with agony, her face contorted, twisted into unrecognisable
features, pulled from the ambulance with accelerated speed. Through the blur of
movement all around me, I heard the words shouted ‘Lanai Jarrico’ female...and
then a pause for the fateful diagnosis - the fateful diagnosis ‘Twinkie overdose’ A doctor carefully lubricated a latex
gloved hand, snapping the cuff with a sharp snap, his eyes awash with terror..
“I’m going in..We need to act now or we’ll lose her. Lube me up.”
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