The First Born

The First Born

by Helena K Workman


Publisher Page Publishing, Inc.

Published in Science Fiction & Fantasy/Fantasy, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


What if all the fictional fairy tales and Hollywood horrors really existed? What if there was a prophesy foretold hundreds of years ago of a child that was to be born with the god given rights to rule over and bring out these dark unknown creatures hiding among us? What if this child's parents knew of all of this and in trying to protect their gifted child had a spell put on her to bind this dark secret deep inside her?

Sample Chapter

“He is nonresponsive, and he stopped breathing en route!”

There were two people on the gurney, the patient and the young man straddling him, doing CPR.

“Take it to bed 5!” the doc yelled. We gathered around, and the patient was lifted on a count of three and moved from the gurney to the other bed. The ER staff took their positions, hooking up monitors and putting in IVs.

I was on the patient’s left-hand side next to Jackie with my tools in hand. I leaned over Jackie’s shoulder.

“Car accident,” I whispered at Jackie. “Was he on the outside of the car?”

One of the ambulance crew overheard my whispering and answered.

“Yes, he was actually,” the EMT replied.

“Ouch! That explains all the blood,” I muttered to myself.

The patient had blood all over him; there wasn’t a clean spot to be seen on his clothing, yet we had not found exactly where it was all coming from. There were a few minor cuts on his face and arms, but they didn’t look nearly bad enough for the amount of blood that was on his clothing.

The EMT had added, “We had to restart his heart twice on the ride in.”

“God, he looks too young to end up like this.” I gave the patient a quick look from head to toe.

Jackie had gotten the first IV in place, and I proceeded to tape it down for her while she drew off a syringe of blood for me, but when I touched the patient, it felt like a mild hum of electricity was coming off of him. I paused, concentrating on the sensation I was getting. I could feel it even through my latex gloves. I abruptly jerked back as I looked up and glance around at the others. I was looking for some confirmation that they had picked up on this as well, but no one seemed to notice as they all busily moved around him, cutting off his clothing and hooking up all the equipment.

I moved back a step as I got a tingling sensation down my back. The patient’s eyes fluttered open, and he seemed to look directly at me, not at Jackie, who was right against him, but at me. That hum I was getting off him seemed to hit me directly in the gut, making me gasp as it arced across me like static electricity against my skin.

The syringe that I had given to Jackie was suddenly in front of my face as she turned to elbow me. She must have been holding it up for a few seconds.

“Sara! You okay?” she asked with a “take this” look.

“Yes…umm, yes! I’m good, sorry…,” I stammered, still looking at the patient. “Thanks,” I said taking the syringe and pulling my attention back to the job at hand. “Hey, Doc, what tests do you want?” I asked as I separated the blood out into its appropriate tubes. A purple top tube for hematology, a green and red for possible chemistries, and a little blue top for coagulants or what most know as clotting factors. It’s what we call a rainbow, and every trauma has it drawn just in case.

“Full trauma panel and blood type stat,” he replied without even looking up. I was happy for that; I didn’t need him noticing how out of beat I was. I turned and made a mad dash back for the lab. I paused at the curtains to yell back, “I’ll put the orders in.”

Those of us on the evening and night shift often order labs when ER is in the middle of a mess.

As I came rushing back into the lab, Nicky instantly prodded me for information. “Well, what’s the down low? A drunk fall and bump his head?” Nicky asked.

I went to putting in the orders that the doctor had requested as I talked. “Car accident, I think it was a pedestrian versus car, and the car may have won.” I was at the computer typing in the requested orders.

Nicky was putting the samples of blood into the centrifuge, and then she took off with the little purple-top tube to hematology to start the CBC (complete blood count). As the machine took its sample and rocked it through the system, I grabbed a glass slide to make a blood smear to look at so I could do my visual comparison to the information that the machine would be giving to me. The machine was red flagging all over the place; it didn’t seem to like the sample.

Nicky furrowed her brow. “Was this sample drawn from an existing IV port that the ambulance crew had put in?” Nicky asked with a concerned look. That happened sometimes; we’d get a sample that was contaminated with saline, and our equipment would go all haywire.

“No, there was no IV in when they brought him in. Jackie and I put it in ourselves. It’s not watered down, the sample is fresh,” I replied, as confused as she was about how the machine was reacting to the sample.

“Well, Sara, something is up with it,” Nicky said, pointing out all the red flags.

“He has lost a lot of blood. He looked like the car dragged him, not just hit him. Maybe that’s the problem.” I shrugged, searching for a viable explanation and at the same time thinking about the odd sensation I had picked up on.

“Well, he has a hemoglobin count of 4.2. That very well may be the problem,” Nicky pointed out.

“Wow, 4.2,” I replied, astonished. A normal count was about 12 to 16. Anything below 6, a person is considered at death’s door, and an infusion of blood is needed immediately.

“That’s not good, Sara. I’m not sure how he is still alive being this low,” Nicky said, shaking her head.

“They had to restart his heart twice on the way in,” I added, staring at the readout, trying to make sense of it.

“Damn, he must be a determined one.” Nicky smiled.

“Yes, would you believe me if I told you that he opened his eyes and seemed to look right at me? It kind of…” I didn’t finish that statement as I shivered at the remembered sensation of that hum that I got.

I pulled out the glass slide that I had made and put it under the microscope to take a look and…“Wow.” I seemed to be saying that a lot tonight. “Hey, Nicky, come look at this.” I slid back from the microscope.

“What is it?” Nicky looked at the slide through the scope. “This can’t be right.”

“I know, so that is a lot of nucleated red blood cell, isn’t it? Or am I seeing things?” I asked.

“That’s what it is,” Nicky confirmed in confusion. “This isn’t funny, Sara. This can’t be from a human.” Nicky turned to give me a disgruntled look. Nicky was assuming that I was playing a joke on her.

“I’m not pulling your leg. This is what we pulled out of the IV start,” I swore, with just as much confusion as Nicky was expressing. How could this be? I stood right there. I knew this blood came from a man.

“I have only seen this type of red cell in birds,” Nicky said, turning back to the slide to look again.

“And reptiles,” I added. “I will have to go redraw him before I can release any of the tests. Tell me, how are his chemistries looking?” I sighed as I got the distinct feeling this was about to become a very, very long night.

“Well, they are…How old did you say you thought he was?” Nicky asked.

“I didn’t, but he can’t be much over twenty-five. He’s very nice on the eyes, for a man hit by a car and covered in blood.” I chuckled. “I’m going straight to hell for that observation, aren’t I?”

Nicky just smiled at me, shaking her head. “Maybe.”

“What do the chemistries look like?” I asked Nicky once more.

“Well, like a ninety-year-old dialysis patient. But his cardiac’s look perfect,” she replied, handing me the readouts. I stood thinking way too hard as I glanced over the numbers. Nothing was adding up right, nothing.

Nicky now had this twisted look on her face. “You did say they had to restart his heart twice on the way here. That should have put quite a bit of stress on his heart, so why aren’t his cardiacs elevated?” Nicky was just as thrown as I was over this.

“Something is not right with all of this,” I confessed aloud. “Either our equipment is going haywire or…” I paused for a long moment. “The IV tubing. I’m going to go over and redraw. I’ll be back, start the type please,” I called out as I turned and darted back toward the ER. I was on a mission. Something wasn’t right, and I knew it wasn’t my machines. They couldn’t all be going haywire at the same time. Even my luck wasn’t this bad, and I did calibrations the day before, so I knew beyond a doubt that my equipment wasn’t the problem.


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