another chance?”
“Give—what, this—us? You want to give us another chance?” she asked shocked. Suzy stopped dancing staring at him from under her cowboy hat in utter disbelief.
“I…who…you…YES, us,” Jamie replied mocking her stammering. “Suzy, we aren’t teenagers going too fast anymore. I have always wondered what it would have been like to wake up to you every morning and serve you breakfast in bed. To hold your hand as we hear our child’s heartbeat for the first time on an ultrasound. To watch you walk down the aisle, eyes misty with years as we prepare so say our vows. I thought that’d been taken from us. Until by divine intervention….Here you are again. In my town, in my life in my arms. I won’t let this slip through my fingers.”
All she could think about was the one thing that was going to stop her from ever having a normal happy life. Her HIV diagnoses. How could she ask him to be married to and share a life with a virtual dead woman walking?
“Jamie I—” she started to say when a man came running into the barn screaming.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“H ELP PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! My son is caught please!” the man kept yelling running from person, person trying desperately for support.
“Where is he?” Suzy asked running toward the man.
Jamie and the distraught father ran in the direction of a big open cornfield.
What Suzy saw when they all stopped was the thing nightmares were made of.
A young boy, no more than twelve had fallen into a running grain auger. One arm had been completely detached but the other was still caught, and the boy was unconscious. The father was pacing back and forth saying, “I turned away for a second and the next thing I know, he is screaming and then there was nothing just silence.”
“OH, MY GOD!” a woman screamed as a crowd was starting to form while more and more people heard what was going on.
Looking to Jamie Suzy asked, “How long until an ambulance is here, do you think?” She didn’t want to risk getting nicked or cut and exposing this poor kid to her HIV.
“At least thirty minutes,” he answered quietly.
“Jesus…He’s bleeding bad! He won’t last thirty minutes. We have to get him out of that thing and get him to a hospital now,” she whispered.
“What do you need me to do?” Jamie asked her.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she moved in closer to insure the only person that heard what she was about to say was Jamie. “I have to detach the other arm, that is the only way we can get him loose. I need some people that can hold the father back for me, his instinct is going to be to try and protect him from me. I need you to pull your pickup truck over here and get the sheriff to get these people back, and have Jade bring my medical bag like NOW! “
Jamie took off running.
Suzy started to pray, she hadn’t had to act as a doctor in a high risk situation since she discovered she had HIV.
“SUZY!” Jade yelled as she was running up to her with her bag. “Suze, do you think this is a good idea?” Jade wasn’t a crier, had never been, she’d always been strong. But she’d cried a lot when Suzy had been diagnosed and she could see tears pooling in her eyes now.
“No, this is a totally bad idea! But someone has to check his vitals and take care of him medically, while getting him free. Is there someone nearby that you know of who can do that?” Suzy retorted.
“No…No I guess not,” Jade mumbled crossing her arms.
Suzy noticed the sheriff and three of his deputies had pulled to the side, she could also see in the distance, Jamie headed her way in his pickup.
Climbing over into the auger, she checked the boy’s vitals. His heart rate and blood pressure were dangerously low. Looking into his eyes, she could see there was some scratching to his corneas and he’d suffered contusions to his face, head and arms.
Suzy took her shirt off to tie off the arm stub that had already detached from the limb to
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