Sacred Heart ((PRIVATE DO NOT POST))

[WishTheWitch]

Raul sighed when she said she was glad he'd be her doctor. Jeez. Just what on earth was he getting himself into? This woman was a threat. And not an idle one, either. She had caught on to something much bigger than just a shiny scar on his arm. Which, at this point, he was thinking of wrapping in gauze in order to avoid situations like this one. Or maybe he could try burning it off? No, that'd be even more noticeable. Especially if it healed in a day or two.

Dr. Kario stared at the girl. Why would she want to see him every day? Did she want to know more about his scar? Did she honestly suspect that he and her pediatrician were the same person? If so, then wouldn't she want to avoid him at all costs due to his weird aging? Curiosity bloomed in his chest as he looked at her, completely ignoring her next statement.

Finally snapping out of his reverie, he blinked at her. Raul cleared his throat, trying to shake off the awkwardness floating in the room. "Uh, we'll start as soon as the nurse comes to your house and installs everything. I will be checking up on you after every treatment, and then every Monday and Friday." With that, he got up and opened a massive overhead cabinet with plenty of files stacked neatly with names sticking out of them. He was impeccably neat.

Once he had wedged it into a different section that was set apart by a vertical shelf set toward the end instead of putting it in with the rest of them, he closed the cabinet and sat back down. "Now, if you have any problems or questions, then call me. If you have plans that interfere with our scheduled meetings, then please let me know so we can rearrange it for some time that day. It's very important that we meet on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays."

[Daisy_Buchanan_Gatsby]

"All right Dr. Kario" She agreed and took down the information she needed. She had the PICC line port installed the next day with a simple outpatient surgery. It hurt a little as she looked down at the new dark blue tubing with three adapters hooked to the outside of it. It was taped securely to her chest so it wouldn't accidentally come out. If it did she could bleed to death if pressure wasn't applied for 20 minutes when the PICC was removed.

She knew that treatment was going to start as soon as Monday happened and the rest of the weekend did not take too long to fly by. She wore a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants as the door bell rang.

A sweet looking older nurse answered the door, bring a kit inside along with an IV pole that would be left in her apartment. "So ready to fight this Abigal?" She said as she was getting things ready. Abigal took a seat on her couch and let the nurse clean the outside port of the PICC line before she started the chemo.

It was a pink-translucent type liquid in a smaller bag next to a larger one of normal saline. The nurse hooked it up and started the drips. It would take several hours for the whole bag to flow into her, which was why she chose the couch to sit on.

An hour passed of the nurse being there, who offered to get her some breakfast prepared to eat. As the drugs flowed into her she didn't exactly feel hungry and refused. She relaxed on the couch and flipped through the television trying to find something to watch.

A ringing made her look back at the nurse who had prepared her a sandwich and a glass of tea anyways just to make sure she did eat something. The older lady answered her phone and looked shocked. Her son had fallen off of the jungle gym at school and was unconscious.

The nurse looked panicked herself. She knew that Abigal was a nurse and showed her how to unhook the IV once it was finished since it was almost done. She told her that she would be right back after she went to check on her son.

Of course she wouldn't be right back. Abigal watched the rest of the chemo flow through her PICC line and saw the bag was empty. She stood up to unhook it after turning it off and gasped as she stood up. It felt like her chest was on fire as she fumbled with the cord.

She was breathing, but it did not feel like she was getting enough oxygen. Something had gone wrong, she must have disconnected it wrong. Her cell phone buzzed but she was still trying to get the IV unhooked. She tried to breathe in deeper but it felt like it worked the opposite way.

Her chest was constricting because the IV had been disconnected too soon, allowing a blockage to form in the PICC line and made blood back up into her lungs. She didn't realize it but her lips were turning purple as she couldn't get enough oxygen. The pain radiated from her chest to her head, dizziness taking over as her phone buzzed again.

"H-help..." She collapsed to the floor, ripping the IV off of the PICC line and dislodging the line, a pool of blood leaking from around the port as it lay halfway out of her chest. Her body wasn't getting enough oxygen and she was bleeding.

She saw spots in her vision as she laid against the floor, wheezing to get enough breath and clutched at her chest as the blood soaked into her pajama-shirt.

[WishTheWitch]

Dr. Kario cruised through traffic, his mind heavy on the woman he was going to see. So far, over the past month, she'd done exceedingly well with the treatments. She handled them well, hardly ever getting sick or feeling nauseous. It was a good sign, but she wasn't on anything exceedingly strong. Chemo wouldn't help her. He knew that, but he didn't have the heart to tell HER that. She was so spunky and witty sometimes.

Raul gripped the steering wheel in annoyance. Why was he getting attached to this human? It was completely pointless to get attached to anyone, especially humans, and ESPECIALLY ones that were going to die within a year. It was stupid and would only cause him more pain. He knew that, and yet he found himself looking forward to their meetups. He enjoyed her company.

Suddenly, pain laced up his palm, making him frown at the black leather. He'd dented his metal steering wheel from gripping it too hard. Wonderful. Now he'd have to get it replaced. Again. The reason he didn't have the standard issue plastic one is because he'd broken about 15 of them before realizing that it just wasn't going to work, so he'd gotten one custom made. Now he needed to order another. This would be his 3rd. Which was decent enough for a year.

It took Raul about 45 minutes to get to the house, much longer than it usually took. Traffic was horrendous. When he pulled up in her driveway, he frowned. The nurse was supposed to be here administering the chemo.... where was she? It wasn't possible to finish early. It took the same length of time every time. So why....

Sudden panic gripped Raul as he clambered out of the car. Had the nurse done something? Had something happened to Abigail that would cause her to have to be rushed to the hospital? And, if so, then why hadn't he been notified? He rushed up to the door and knocked politely like he usually did. He was probably being stupid. This was more than likely just a simple mistake. Maybe the nurse had been dropped off....

No answer. Raul pounded on the door this time, making it rattle. Still no answer. "Sinclair!" He barked, thoroughly tired of this. He was just about to leave and give a very angry call to the nurse when the scent of blood reached him. s**t! Why was the door locked?! And why was the smell so damn strong?

Suddenly, his usually silver eyes flashed red as rage and worry gripped him. Grabbing the handle, he gave it a rough turn and yank, effectively pulling it completely off the door. He pushed on it to test it, only to find the deadbolt locked, as well. What the hell? Were they trying to keep him out? Suddenly really worried that they were trying to keep him out, he reared back and kicked the door so hard it came off two of its hinges and splintered against the wall.

What Raul found made his heart stop. "Abigail!" in a moment of panic, he forgot his doctorly duties and called her by her first name, zipping to her side so quickly he disappeared for a second. Kneeling beside her, he took off his shirt and used it to staunch the blood. It would have to do for now. She was lucky he'd come to see her before going to work. At least his shirt would be sterile. Once done, his doctor instincts took over, so he scooped her into his arms easily and rushed her out of the door at inhuman speeds.

Once he had her strapped in, he was on his way, distress lights blinking as he weaved through traffic at 120 miles an hour. Multiple times he missed cars by mere inches on his way to the hospital. He managed to turn a 45 minute drive into a 10 minute one. Once at the ER, he ran to the other side, pulled her out and rushed into the office, barking orders at everyone as he did so. He even got one of the new interns, who was about his size, to fork over his scrub top. Good thing everyone knew who he was.

[Daisy_Buchanan_Gatsby]

Abigail was still conscious when Raul arrived but she was barely there. She was laying in the floor in a pool of her own blood, the PICC line had slipped the rest of the way out and she had an open wound that lead straight to a main vein in her heart. Had he arrived any later it might have been too late.

She looked bleary eyed up at him as he called her name, her body ghost white as she laid there. She made eye contact with him before everything went black and she was out. It was a combination of not breathing well and blood loss that forced her into unconsciousness.

His shirt stopped the bleeding from killing her as it acted as a compression bandage until they got to the hospital. She looked dead as she sat beside him, strapped in while he drove shirtless. What would have been a 45 minute drive was reduced tremendously.

She had been having treatments for weeks and nothing had gone wrong until that one day when the nurse left. If she hadn't had fallen it probably would not be so bad. She laid limply against the gurney after Raul brought her inside.

An oxygen mask was applied as they rolled her into an empty ER room that could function for emergency surgery as well. The bloodied clothes were cut away and the bleeding stopped as they closed the wound off.

She would have to have a new PICC installed later on the opposite side, but for now they needed to get blood in her. The attending nurse pulled her file to find out what type she was and ordered two pints from the lab.

"What happened?" Dr. Allen asked Raul as he was trying to get Abigal's pulse and oxygen level back up to normal. He assumed that Dr. Kario knew.

[WishTheWitch]

Rual did what he could during the hectic couple of hours that followed. Then, when she had a pint of blood in her and a decent enough pulse, he began to relax. Though why he had even bothered with her in the first place was beyond him. Truth be told, he should have let her die. He SHOULD have disposed of the threat while he had the chance. He SHOULD have let the nurse take the fall for Abigail's death... But, he hadn't. And that scared him. He wasn't thinking rationally! He never seemed to think rationally around this woman.

Stupid human.

Dr. Kario blinked up from his charts, surprised to find another doctor working on her. He'd been so engrossed in working on her and in his thoughts. "I have no idea." Though he had a pretty damned good idea. For some reason the nurse had left. And Abigail had obviously tried to get the tube out herself before it was time... and had done it wrong. As expected of someone not trained in the field of chemotherapy. Why the nurse had left was beyond Raul, but the woman would pay. He'd make sure of that.

Raul's thoughts traveled into a dark part of his being, the carnal, murderous side of him that came out during feeding time. He turned away from Dr. Allen to inspect the machines next to her bed, pretending to take down notes when in fact he was hiding the blood lust that made his silvery eyes turn blood red.

As he struggled with the rage inside of him, he thought of what COULD have happened if he hadn't gotten there fast enough... and he shuddered. What was going on here? He wasn't sure. "Look," he spoke up, finally getting control of his lust and turning around, "I'll see to her from here. No sense in both of us being in here." Dr. Allen glanced at him, but nodded and headed out of the room, leaving Raul alone with the patient.

[Daisy_Buchanan_Gatsby]

It wasn't that Abigal had tried to take the PICC line out herself, it was that she did not expect to be that weak so soon but the weeks of chemotherapy had taken it's toll on her. She had fallen and ripped the tube out on accident. She was the one who told the nurse to go tend to her son, confident that she could disconnect herself when the infusion was finished. It was mostly her fault but it was a good thing that he came to check on her when he did.

He saved a lost cause though, he saved someone who was dying inside and there was no way to really stop the disease process. Abigal was slowly coming back to consciousness as her pulse was returning to normal. She felt like she had been run over by a truck as she awoke, her whole body sore and a bandage against her chest where the PICC line had been.

She opened her eyes trying to focus and tried to lift her hand but it felt like she was lifting a million pounds and let her hand flutter back against the bed. "Dr...Dr. Kario?" She asked as her vision focussed and she looked towards his face, hoping that he was not angry at her for what happened. She could feel a tickling in her nose and tried to pull the mask off with fumbling fingers even though it was what was helping her breath. She was still too disoriented to realize that she should leave it on. Her mouth felt so dry. "Dr. Kario?" She questioned as she looked up at the bright light above her.