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Alex ran frantically to the edge of the cliff and looked over but could not see a thing. He ran back down the path yelling out for help. “They fell, they fell” he yelled “he’s over the cliff. It’s Jason” he spluttered the words out in his urgency. Jerome appeared on the porch and immediately ran following Alex along the path at the base of the headland. Once off the main path the awkward rocks slowed their progress and the slower pace increased their anxiety. Alex was a nervous mess but had no time to stop and catch his breath - he had to hurry.
Jerome saw something first above his head and 30 metres to his right. He shouted and pointed across – to Alex. It had to be Corinne - her body half on and half off a high rock ledge.
Alex yelled “Jason we have to find Jason.” They jumped from rock to rock searching. Where was he! “Jason” yelled Alex. “Jason where are you. … He has to be here” he yelled to Jerome.
Alex looked to his left where the waves were rolling along a narrow gutter then crashing on the rocks at the base of the cliff. He scrambled over a boulder and out the corner of his eye glimpsed a flash of blue in the white foam inside the gutter. “Jason” he yelled. He paid no heed to self preservation as he jumped between the rocks into the surging white foam and frantically looked about. A flash of blue again he saw Jason’s arm feebly paddling as he tried to keep his head above the water. He lurched forward without a foothold and reached out. His hand grabbed Jason’s right forearm and tightened its grip. The wave receded giving Alex time to push his feet down on the slippery surface and slither as hard as he could to back away from the surf, but the next surge of water rushed forward pushing him back hard, scraping his body on the rocks where the sharp barnacles ripped into his flesh as he desperately held on to Jason’s arm. Jerome wedged his legs between rocks, bent his back and his strong arms hauled Alex back by his shirt. Jerome took a hold on the limp body of Jason under his shoulders and lifted him clear of the water and up onto the rocks. Jason lay on his back and looked a mess. He looked up at them, rolled his eyes and passed out. His face was covered in blood from a deep gash above his left ear and another under the corner of his Jaw there were also many scrapes over his body. His left arm was obviously broken and who knows what else. Blood was pouring from the gashes in and around his mouth and other pools of blood was spreading around his lower body where his clothes were ripped and raw flesh exposed.
“What do we do?” asked a panicked Alex.
“Pressure, he told us pressure to stop bleeding … and don’t move him right. We gotta get help.”
“How” screamed Alex “What do I do?”
Jerome put his ear near Jason’s mouth looked sideways along Jason’s chest. He placed his hand along Jason’s sternum where he detected the rise and fall of Jason’s chest and felt a faint breeze on his cheek. “He’s breathing.”
“Get help. Get Paul ok … I’ll stay here. I know some CPR if I have to use it.”
Alex took off leaping from rock to rock scurrying as fast as he could. His feet landed on the path and he sprinted up towards the steps into the house. “Paul” he yelled “Jason’s hurt.” Paul appeared and saw Alex diving for the phone. “What’s the emergency number” he screamed “it’s not 911.”
“It’s here on the cooler door, 000.”
“Ok ok”
“I’ll do this” he said as he rang “grab blankets … bandages … anything.”
The emergency service operator answered from the other end as a flustered Alex did his best to answer the operator’s questions. Paul listened while he took the first aid kit from the bathroom shelf and grabbed some fresh towels.
Alex put the phone down and snatched the items Paul had found from his arms. “The gate” he spluttered “we have to open the gate, no wait … I’ll do that I can run faster … take these … no wait … you do the gate … he’s around the headland.”
Paul watched Alex sprint to the base of the headland. He took the car keys and drove around to open the locks on the gate and wait for help to arrive.
Alex hurried back as fast as he could, his heart racing and his chest heaving as he fell to his knees next to Jason’s inert body. “Is he ok?”
“He’s breathing … I don’t know how he is” replied Jerome who had taken off his shirt and ripped it into bandages then wrapped the bandages around the larger wounds to provide pressure. They were blood soaked. Jerome wet more of them using sea water and cleaned some of the blood off Jason’s face. “What about her?” he asked.
“I don’t care” spat Alex.
“I don’t think we can reach her from here.”
“She did this … she pulled him over the edge … I saw her.”
“What?”
“She was swinging this club thing and I saw them struggle then she pulled them both over the edge … she’s crazy. She meant to do it. She’s his fucking mother and she threw him off a cliff.”
Jerome stared at Alex. Then looked back down at Jason and wisely handed a wet cloth to Alex to give him something to do. “Clean him up a bit.”
It would have been no longer than 10 minutes before the wails of approaching sirens could be heard drawing nearer. Jason came to several times only to lapse back into unconsciousness. Then a further 5 minutes before Paul appeared with two paramedics in blue overalls. One set to work on Jason while the other checked the situation with Corinne and spoke into a mobile.
Both paramedics worked on Jason checking his vital signs, set up a flow of oxygen through a face mask, then checked his body for breaks. The old blood soaked bandages were left in place but new dressings were wrapped around them.
“Shouldn’t we remove them first … they’re dirty” asked Paul.
“No if the blood is clotting under them that could make the bleeding start again, it’s better to bandage over the top” replied the Medic in a calm voice.
“Is he ok” pleaded Alex.
“We’re trying to keep him stable” the other one said. “He’s hanging in there but we can’t tell, they’ll know more in the hospital. He’s in shock. His blood pressure is low, pulse is weak, he’s unconscious but breathing on his own – the oxygen is only there to assist his lungs.”
The other paramedic put a splint on Jason’s arm then rigged up a spinal board around him feeding straps below his body. Next he put a head brace on each side, fastened them to the spinal board then attached a harness to hold him in place on the board.
Meanwhile a second team appeared on the top of the cliff with one member abseiling down the short distance to Corrine where he set to work.
Jerome, Alex, Paul and the paramedics lifted the spinal board and started the march towards the waiting ambulances which by now had police vehicles adjacent. It was much easier once they reached the path and were on flat ground. The spinal board was strapped into the back of the ambulance, the doors closed and Jason was quickly on his way to the hospital. Paul drove closely behind following the ambulance.
The ambulance drove directly to the Emergency Department of the Maxton District Hospital where Jason was quickly transferred to a mobile bed and pushed through double doors out of sight. Alex, Jerome and Paul could not follow and had to stand outside in the waiting room.
Five minutes later a nurse came out asking if any of them were relatives. No Alex shook his head but Paul lied chiming in with “Yes, he’s my brother.”
“Doctor will be with you shortly and let you know how your brother is. Could you come with me to the interview room? We need to get some basic details.”
“My friends … can they come?”
“Yes. That’s fine as long as it’s your choice.”
“Is he ok? Can you at least tell me that much?”
“Doctor will talk to you, but, he is stable. They will look after him. We need to complete an admission and require some information.”
“Is he conscious?”
“Doctor will talk to you, ok, I don’t have the details.”
“She led them through a security glass door along a corridor and into an office space. She sat behind a desk and prepared to take records typing them into the hospital computer network. Basic questions – name, address, age – easy ones to answer – medicare number … Paul fumbled with Jason’s wallet he had brought with him and found a card handing it over … health insurance – another card … nature of current incident, allergies, medical history … the questions continued.
Meanwhile Jason was in a bed space surrounded by a medical team with curtains drawn around for privacy and the Emergency double doors opened again as another patient was wheeled in – her huge body dwarfing the bed.
Jerome saw something first above his head and 30 metres to his right. He shouted and pointed across – to Alex. It had to be Corinne - her body half on and half off a high rock ledge.
Alex yelled “Jason we have to find Jason.” They jumped from rock to rock searching. Where was he! “Jason” yelled Alex. “Jason where are you. … He has to be here” he yelled to Jerome.
Alex looked to his left where the waves were rolling along a narrow gutter then crashing on the rocks at the base of the cliff. He scrambled over a boulder and out the corner of his eye glimpsed a flash of blue in the white foam inside the gutter. “Jason” he yelled. He paid no heed to self preservation as he jumped between the rocks into the surging white foam and frantically looked about. A flash of blue again he saw Jason’s arm feebly paddling as he tried to keep his head above the water. He lurched forward without a foothold and reached out. His hand grabbed Jason’s right forearm and tightened its grip. The wave receded giving Alex time to push his feet down on the slippery surface and slither as hard as he could to back away from the surf, but the next surge of water rushed forward pushing him back hard, scraping his body on the rocks where the sharp barnacles ripped into his flesh as he desperately held on to Jason’s arm. Jerome wedged his legs between rocks, bent his back and his strong arms hauled Alex back by his shirt. Jerome took a hold on the limp body of Jason under his shoulders and lifted him clear of the water and up onto the rocks. Jason lay on his back and looked a mess. He looked up at them, rolled his eyes and passed out. His face was covered in blood from a deep gash above his left ear and another under the corner of his Jaw there were also many scrapes over his body. His left arm was obviously broken and who knows what else. Blood was pouring from the gashes in and around his mouth and other pools of blood was spreading around his lower body where his clothes were ripped and raw flesh exposed.
“What do we do?” asked a panicked Alex.
“Pressure, he told us pressure to stop bleeding … and don’t move him right. We gotta get help.”
“How” screamed Alex “What do I do?”
Jerome put his ear near Jason’s mouth looked sideways along Jason’s chest. He placed his hand along Jason’s sternum where he detected the rise and fall of Jason’s chest and felt a faint breeze on his cheek. “He’s breathing.”
“Get help. Get Paul ok … I’ll stay here. I know some CPR if I have to use it.”
Alex took off leaping from rock to rock scurrying as fast as he could. His feet landed on the path and he sprinted up towards the steps into the house. “Paul” he yelled “Jason’s hurt.” Paul appeared and saw Alex diving for the phone. “What’s the emergency number” he screamed “it’s not 911.”
“It’s here on the cooler door, 000.”
“Ok ok”
“I’ll do this” he said as he rang “grab blankets … bandages … anything.”
The emergency service operator answered from the other end as a flustered Alex did his best to answer the operator’s questions. Paul listened while he took the first aid kit from the bathroom shelf and grabbed some fresh towels.
Alex put the phone down and snatched the items Paul had found from his arms. “The gate” he spluttered “we have to open the gate, no wait … I’ll do that I can run faster … take these … no wait … you do the gate … he’s around the headland.”
Paul watched Alex sprint to the base of the headland. He took the car keys and drove around to open the locks on the gate and wait for help to arrive.
Alex hurried back as fast as he could, his heart racing and his chest heaving as he fell to his knees next to Jason’s inert body. “Is he ok?”
“He’s breathing … I don’t know how he is” replied Jerome who had taken off his shirt and ripped it into bandages then wrapped the bandages around the larger wounds to provide pressure. They were blood soaked. Jerome wet more of them using sea water and cleaned some of the blood off Jason’s face. “What about her?” he asked.
“I don’t care” spat Alex.
“I don’t think we can reach her from here.”
“She did this … she pulled him over the edge … I saw her.”
“What?”
“She was swinging this club thing and I saw them struggle then she pulled them both over the edge … she’s crazy. She meant to do it. She’s his fucking mother and she threw him off a cliff.”
Jerome stared at Alex. Then looked back down at Jason and wisely handed a wet cloth to Alex to give him something to do. “Clean him up a bit.”
It would have been no longer than 10 minutes before the wails of approaching sirens could be heard drawing nearer. Jason came to several times only to lapse back into unconsciousness. Then a further 5 minutes before Paul appeared with two paramedics in blue overalls. One set to work on Jason while the other checked the situation with Corinne and spoke into a mobile.
Both paramedics worked on Jason checking his vital signs, set up a flow of oxygen through a face mask, then checked his body for breaks. The old blood soaked bandages were left in place but new dressings were wrapped around them.
“Shouldn’t we remove them first … they’re dirty” asked Paul.
“No if the blood is clotting under them that could make the bleeding start again, it’s better to bandage over the top” replied the Medic in a calm voice.
“Is he ok” pleaded Alex.
“We’re trying to keep him stable” the other one said. “He’s hanging in there but we can’t tell, they’ll know more in the hospital. He’s in shock. His blood pressure is low, pulse is weak, he’s unconscious but breathing on his own – the oxygen is only there to assist his lungs.”
The other paramedic put a splint on Jason’s arm then rigged up a spinal board around him feeding straps below his body. Next he put a head brace on each side, fastened them to the spinal board then attached a harness to hold him in place on the board.
Meanwhile a second team appeared on the top of the cliff with one member abseiling down the short distance to Corrine where he set to work.
Jerome, Alex, Paul and the paramedics lifted the spinal board and started the march towards the waiting ambulances which by now had police vehicles adjacent. It was much easier once they reached the path and were on flat ground. The spinal board was strapped into the back of the ambulance, the doors closed and Jason was quickly on his way to the hospital. Paul drove closely behind following the ambulance.
The ambulance drove directly to the Emergency Department of the Maxton District Hospital where Jason was quickly transferred to a mobile bed and pushed through double doors out of sight. Alex, Jerome and Paul could not follow and had to stand outside in the waiting room.
Five minutes later a nurse came out asking if any of them were relatives. No Alex shook his head but Paul lied chiming in with “Yes, he’s my brother.”
“Doctor will be with you shortly and let you know how your brother is. Could you come with me to the interview room? We need to get some basic details.”
“My friends … can they come?”
“Yes. That’s fine as long as it’s your choice.”
“Is he ok? Can you at least tell me that much?”
“Doctor will talk to you, but, he is stable. They will look after him. We need to complete an admission and require some information.”
“Is he conscious?”
“Doctor will talk to you, ok, I don’t have the details.”
“She led them through a security glass door along a corridor and into an office space. She sat behind a desk and prepared to take records typing them into the hospital computer network. Basic questions – name, address, age – easy ones to answer – medicare number … Paul fumbled with Jason’s wallet he had brought with him and found a card handing it over … health insurance – another card … nature of current incident, allergies, medical history … the questions continued.
Meanwhile Jason was in a bed space surrounded by a medical team with curtains drawn around for privacy and the Emergency double doors opened again as another patient was wheeled in – her huge body dwarfing the bed.
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please write more soon
