forum “How to Save A Life..” Remake Roleplay (read the description, please)

Started March 18, 2018 by @@CheezeJesus

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Oliver bit back a hiss of pain as Briar squeezed his hand so tight that he thought it might break. "What do we do? W-What can I do?" He looked at Caroline for direction.

“Aren’t you a neonatal surgeon? You should know!” Brair snapped, tears rushing down her face. She squeezed Oliver’s hand tightly, grateful for his presence.

A lump rose in Caroline's throat. She looked at Oliver. "Get someone to prep a room on the 3rd floor. Near a bathroom!" She nodded briskly and scooped Briar up into her arms. She carried her to a free room and set her down on the bed. "Okay, Briar, I need you to focus. How long have you been pregnant?"

"Got it!" Oliver gave Briar's hand a reassuring squeeze and bolted out of the room, flagging down a few nurses. "Prep a room on the third floor. Closest to the bathroom as possible. There's a baby being born!" He exclaimed, following them to make sure the room was all set.

“I..I honestly don’t know..six months at the most? But I hadn’t felt anything until a few days ago..argh..” she gripped the bedsheets, trying to relieve her own pain, but her attempts were fruitless.

Oliver paced the floor of the hospital room, uncertain of what do with himself. Should he go back to Briar or wait for her to arrive? Did Caroline need his help or was he hindering more than helping? He settling on pacing the floor anxiously.

"Okay, around six months. This could be a miscarriage, Briar. Or an ectopic pregnancy." She backed away and pulled up a stool. "There's also the chance this is just regular pregnancy bleeding. Has it bled a lot these past few days?"

“N-no..there’s hasn’t very been much bleeding..I thought it was my period..” Briar said through her labored breathing.
“P-please..just help me..get it out..” her tears started up again, but she had no desire to wipe them away.

Caroline looked up. "Do you want to keep this kid, Briar? Because in two of the possible scenarios, it won't survive."

“I..I..want to keep it..if it does survive, of course..” Briar said softly.
Just then, her father..who was still in town after he and his daughter’s awkward meet-up rushed in, a mix of anger and fear plastered across his face.
“Briar..is this true, sweetheart? Are you really..?”

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"Sir, please, your daughter needs total calm right now. As soon as we have an update, I'll make sure the information is passed to you first." Caroline told Briar's father. She turned back to her friend. "Ok, Bry, I have to examine you and make sure this isn't an ectopic pregnancy."

Dove decided to go back to her office and sit for a while.

“Alright..” Briar motioned for her father to leave the room, which he did I dutifully.
She moaned softly
“It hurts..”
(Sorry, I was at a show!)

(This died.So Let’s revive it)
Brair clutched her stomach with one hand, her other balled into a fist.
“Caroline..I feel like I have to..push..” she moaned.

Caroline looks into Briar's eyes. "Think, Briar. This isn't an ectopic pregnancy: I checked you. So either this baby will be born and has maybe 40% percent chance of surviving and 60% chance of abnormalities, or this is a miscarriage. This depends on how long you've been pregnant, I need a number of weeks."

“I don’t know..at least twenty-five!” Briar said, exasperated. “I wasn’t feeling any symptoms until a few days ago..”
Her breathing became labored once more as she doubled over in utter distress.
“Just.. please..get it out!”

"Twenty-five!" Caroline whooped in delight. "There's a chance of survival, Briar." But when she looked at her pained friend, her heart sank. There was no moving her now, but this room wasn't equipped. "Oliver!" she cried out. She did her best prep the cot for labor, but she had nothing she needed.

“Caroline..were just going to have to work with what we have..”Briar gave her a weak smile, before doubling over once more.
“Holy..sweet mother Of Jesus..that hurts..”

"Yes, Briar it does. Oliver!" Caroline set up blankets at the end of the cot hurriedly. "It's not necessarily for you we need equipment, it's for the kid. We'll need medication and an incubator and the right support."

An intern (who was not Oliver) heard Caroline's orders and brought in the specialized medication and incubator in a matter of minutes.
Just looking at all the machinery made Briar very nervous.
“I know I said I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, but I don’t know if I can do this..”

(Sorry guys! I was over a friend's house!)

Oliver frantically scrambled into the room after the intern, looking frantic and slightly disheveled. His hair had fallen out of its ponytail and resided in choppy black waves framing his face. "Is she going to be okay? I got the room prepped. Does she need water? Another doctor? I'm a doctor! Not the right doctor…" Oliver stammered, his words jumbling together.

“Ollie..I just need someone’s hand to hold onto..”Briar said her voice strained.
“Ugh..it hurts so much..”she moaned, grabbing for his hand.

"Of course." Oliver allowed Briar to grab tightly ahold of his hands again despite her death grip.

Dove grabbed a bouncy ball and threw it against the wall, watching it come back and then bounce again and then come back and bounce again.