Stupid Freaking Phone

**Post contains graphic information be warned**

Pulling into the parking garage the phone rings, its the charge nurse telling me I need to run. I seriously hate the phone right now.
Sprinted (in high heeled boots because I'm an idiot) up 2 flights of stairs, through the lobby down the hallway of hell and into Scott's room.
I pull open the door and am paralyzed by fear. The room is packed, Dr.'s, nurses and a crash cart. Scott is practically upside down on the bed and there is blood everywhere. Push past the people, squish through the blood and go straight to Scott.
Dr. Ben and Dr. N (the other vascular fellow) are standing next to Scott. Once again Scott is the color of the sheets. I tell him I'm here, he whispers something to me. Again I'm standing at the head of his bed, talking about stupid things. Giving Scott reasons to fight. I tell him about the comments here (I need more please), I tell him about K going back to school today after being gone for almost 2weeks, I tell him about sushi night and the weather.
They are giving him blood products, trying to balance him back out. Scott is responding. He's getting ready to go back to IR to get a line placed (they have minimal access at the moment).

This all started because Scott coughed. A silly stupid cough. He can't even cough hard with his trach, it's more of a throat clearing. I'm buying stock in Halls and sandbags. Apparently we can't do without either.

Dr. Ben has given Scott orders to not have any other bleeding issues for 24 hours. I'm hoping Scott can follow Dr.'s orders. If we make it to 23 hours I'm going to make Dr. Ben add on another 24 hours. Scott won't listen to me so maybe he'll listen to someone with authority.



The countdown has begun....22.5 hours to go....