At.
All.
“She can’t do this alone. I have to go, Sam. She’ll get hurt without me. I can’t let my baby girl get hurt!” he raged, just as a nurse came running in with another behind her.
It was clear that the monitors alerted them at the desk. Now, Charlie was in trouble.
As he went to pull his IV, they grabbed Charlie’s hands, as Sam helped them pin him to the bed.
It wasn’t easy, but thankfully, he was still weak from being under. Even with that, he was so much stronger than a normal patient.
“NO!”he shouted.
The one nurse warned him as they began tying his wrists to the bed, so he didn’t destroy his wound or rip his IVs out.
“Mr. LaRue, if you keep this up, I’m going to sedate you. Someone doesn’t wake up well. We’ll put the murder mittens on your hands, and you’ll look silly.”
Murder mittens?
That reminded him of Elizabeth, and he was fighting hard.
It was when another nurse came in that they started injecting something into his IV.
The whole bed shook as Sam carefully rested over him, using his body weight to hold him down. He was holding onto the bedrails on the one side, and using all he had in him to contain his husband.
“Charles, calm down,” Sam said.
“NO!”he shouted. “You can’t knock me out. My daughter needs me! The cannibals will get her!” he shouted. “They’ll eat her face…”
And then he was drooling and saying nothing.
The medicine hit hard, and fast.
Thankfully.
They nurses were confused.
“What was he talking about?” the one asked. “Why does he think his daughter is going to be eaten by cannibals?”
Oh, well, where to take that?
There was no point going there. That would only take more time to explain.
“You’ve got me,” he said. “He doesn’t do well on anesthesia at all. You might want to keep him sedated the rest of today,” he admitted.
Yeah, well, they might just do that.
He was a big guy, and he could do some damage to his incision.
When they were gone, Sam leaned over the bedrail and gave him a kiss on his lips.
“I’m sorry, Charlie. Our girl will have to handle this one on her own. You’re in no shape to be hovering when you’ve just had surgery.”
And with that, Sam took a seat.
This was going to be a long few days, and he knew it. Trying to stop Charlie from getting to his only daughter was like trying to stop a train that was going downhill with no brakes.
A derailment was coming.
