Life: Altered 03.08 ~*~ My Own Sin

            Sabrina sat at the bedside of the still unidentified
woman, it had been two days since she’d been wheeled into the ER, almost dead. Sabrina‘s green rimmed eyes watched her chest moving
up, and down. In perfect harmony with the machine that was keeping her
breathing, they’d deflated the balloon earlier, and her saturations had dropped
drastically. So for now, Jane Doe was going to be on the ventilator for a while,
at least until she woke up. There was no signs of that, at least not yet. Save
for a few dreaming moans. Sabrina licked her lips, taking the chart and reading
it again, for the 100th time in two days.

            “Bree?” Rachel was the door, and Bree grinned, taking the
sandwich that Rachel had brought her. Rachel sat down, Sabrina was one of those rare ER doctors that followed
up on her more severe cases. Rachel had seen emotion in Sabrina after she’d shipped Jane Doe up to surgery that day, and that was something
even more rare in the ER.

            ER doctors had thick skins, and
they hardly ever let their feelings get the best of them, but this time Sabrina
had, but she had reeled herself in quickly and efficiently. Rachel was also someone that wasn’t found in an ER
everyday, she was a nurse who cared just as much about the patients as she
cared about the doctors.

            “I got the cell phone from her
bin, I don’t know what you want to do with it, its shot to *****. It’s just as
beaten up as she is.” Rachel stated, digging the broken cell phone from her
leg pocket. Bree took it, turning it over in her hand and flipping it open. She
saw it was a Motorola and she pulled the battery out, nodding to herself. She
quickly saw that the board wasn’t broken, and that was a good thing.

            “I might be able to hodge
podge something with this, who knows. I just need her phone book, you know,
find someone she calls often? Maybe we’ll find out who Jane Doe is. We’ve had a few people come in and see her,
but they’ve all been dead ends.” Bree stated, pushing back her strawberry
blonde hair from her face. She didn’t know why, but this case spoke to her,
loudly and painfully.