Chapter 257: Seek No More

That got the laughs I wanted.

There were three ambulances out in the parking lot with paramedics trying to make sure it was safe to transport the girls to the hospital before they left. All three girls were fighting all attempts the paramedics did to examine them. They weren’t even letting anyone get their vitals.

I went to the first ambulance to talk to the paramedic. I asked him if I could have a minute or two with the girl to see if I could calm her down. I explained how one of the other girls had requested me to hold her hand. She was scared. I asked him if she would let me, was there something I could do to help them out. He said the big thing was to get the pads connected to her chest and head. If I could get one of the finger pulse-oxygen meters on her finger, it would help them a lot.

I climbed into the ambulance and told all three girls, over the mental link, that the man had abandoned them when he saw they were bleeding from their eyes, nose, and ears. I was sure that no one was ever coming back for them since they appeared to have blown a gasket in their heads when trying to get into my head. I would see them each individually to do the things the paramedics were trying to do to help them.

To the girl in the first ambulance, I told her that they needed to get pads on her chest, arms, and legs. I could do it without removing her shirt and bra. She had me undo the straps holding her down and stripped to her panties before laying back down. She wouldn’t let the paramedic touch her, so the paramedic guided me to where to put the leads and how to connect them to the colored wires. I held her hand as he got an IV in her arm and then got an oxygen meter taped to one finger. Once she let me cover her up and strap her down, I asked if she was ok if I went to help the other girls. She nodded. I squeezed her hand as I pulled out the different colors of good energy that would force her to have no choice about relaxing now. I made sure she knew I would be going to the hospital, with one of them so I wouldn’t be far.

I did the same for the other two girls. I hooked up the equipment on the girl, who asked for me, on the way to the hospital. Of the three, she was the only one that had been faking her fighting the paramedic. She wanted me here with her. I made her feel safe since I knew her secrets and had made the seeker part of her brain go away.

When I told her that I needed to put pads on her chest, she stripped completely. She surprised the paramedic and me when she put them herself, expertly, right where they needed to go, without opening her eyes. What was more surprising was her requesting a catheterization kit because she needed to pee. She held her hands up for gloves. Once she had the gloves on, and the paramedic had connected the catheter tube to a urine bag, she pushed the catheter up inside herself.

“You did need to void your bladder,” the paramedic told her. “I’ve responded to a lot of odd calls before, so I won’t even bother asking how you did all of that with your eyes closed. I’ve never seen a child insert their catheter. I assume that it has something to do with requesting I get David.”

When we got to the hospital, the paramedics already moved the other two onto hospital stretchers. Each headed to get a CT scan and an MRI. The girl with me asked for an IV kit and then got it right into a vein the first try. She held it in place for the paramedic to tape down to cover that area with what looked like a big clear bandage and then tape the tubing to her arm. She gently touched the paramedic’s arm that rode in the back with us to thank her for not asking questions about what she did or telling anyone about it.

I got some odd looks from the ER staff, so I said, “Hey! I can come to the ER in an ambulance and not be the patient at least once.”

Those that knew me laughed.

No one questioned my walking with the staff taking the girl to Radiology. Once there, a tech handed me some scrubs and pointed to the bathroom. Once changed, they sent me to the room where one of the girls was freaking out because of the CT scan machine. Each time it popped, she fought against the straps.

“We gave her a mild sedative to help calm her, but it doesn’t seem to be doing any good. Someone suggested that you go over to see if you can help calm her. We are only doing her head right now. The X-Rays didn’t show any signs of injury anywhere else,” the tech told me.

In the room, I carried over a plastic chair and held her hand. While they got everything ready again, and put some different contrast in her IV tube, I looked inside her head to see why the sedative didn’t work. It was in her brain, but she didn’t allow it to do anything. It was just circulating until I saw it carried back out of her head by her blood. When they did a few tests of the machine, to see how she reacted, I saw it wasn’t the sound, but the CT scan energy. I put a tiny shield around the place in her brain that was keeping her awake. I then made her go to sleep deeply enough that she didn’t respond when the waves went through her head. I let them think that their sedative had worked.

I had to do the same for the other two girls. The X-Rays or MRI energy didn’t affect them. The girl from the ambulance I rode here in still found my hand to hold as they took her to the MRI machine. They had upgraded this MRI machine since the last time I had an MRI. This one was on a track that slid back and forth over the patient. With it only doing her head, I didn’t have to let go of her hand. She was still holding it as they wheeled her into the ER room next to the other two girls.

The curtains in front of the windowed doors closed, but not between the rooms. I did have one nurse tell me that I needed to leave.

“David stays,” the neurologist said. “He is the only reason we were able to do the CT scans. The girls don’t have anything he hasn’t seen many more times than you. Just look at the patient holding his hand. She has a firm grip on his hand, even with her being sedated. It doesn’t hurt that he is stronger than any of the orderlies now.”

I proved my worth as soon as they tried to check out the first girl’s eyes. I felt over the telepathic link to her that her body was going to respond with a full rush of adrenaline that would make her convulse strongly. She only twitched a bit and let out a small, quick whine when they checked her left one, so I was able to get over there in time to be on the other side of the bed beside her hip. I laid over her body diagonally so that my body was keeping her arms, hips, chest, and shoulders pinned as I managed to get my hands up under the doctor’s arms to restrain her head. Even with me securing her, she managed to scare the living shit out of the nurses and doctor as one leg kicked around wildly.

Ok, it might have been her blood-curdling primal scream.

Luckily, no one was close enough to her feet for her to kick. Someone would have gotten seriously hurt. I didn’t move off her until she stopped kicking her legs and trying to thrash around.

“How did you know she was going to do that?” the nurse who tried to kick me out asked.

I told her, “I saw her twitch all over and heard her make a whine of pain when you checked her left eye. It was quick, but enough that I noticed it. I remember how I felt when I pulled off my eye bandages when I first woke up from being in a coma. She shouldn’t do that if still sedated. I didn’t want her injuring anyone if she reacted how I did. If I was wrong, then I was wrong.”

“Some of my colleagues and I have been having a debate about how David seems to notice a lot of things we miss about patients,” the doctor explained. “About half insist that they only started to notice his behavior after he woke from being in a coma, but I’ve seen it many times in the ER even when he seemed by all indications, to be unconscious. I speak from personal experience. The patient at the time was in the next bed over from David was in the ER for a foreign object being lodge in their throat. It was trivial to remove the object. I was about to walk out to let the nurses finish up. Out of nowhere, a vial of antibiotics from the table beside David’s bed hit me in the chest before landing beside the patient’s head. I looked down to see that the child’s lips had turned blue, and they weren’t breathing. The patient went into anaphylactic shock from the antibiotic we had given them as a preventative measure. Once we had that patient stabilized, I went to find David still unconscious. Given his past visits here, we had him connected to a monitor. The strip showed a surge in brain activity and his heart rate at the same time as when the vial had hit me. It is the oddest thing I have seen, besides Super David. He has fallen off a third story roof, been run over, and any number of other life-ending accidents where the only thing we found wrong was that he was unconscious.”

The nurse remembered that I had been here after the tornado and said, “He wasn’t anywhere near this big when he came in after the tornado with debris stuck in him. I still don’t know why they allowed the little girl to attend to his wounds. If there weren’t so many patients it the ER, I would have stopped her.”

I laid back over the girl when they checked her eyes using a lower brightness light.

He asked that the nurse page an ophthalmologist to check to see if there were any signs of damage to her eyes for a second opinion. He didn’t see any but wanted to be sure. I continued to lay over her as the doctor checked her ears. When done, the girl was trying to get her arms free. I let her get them loose, and they went around me to hug her body to mine. No one had noticed that she had gotten her hands and arms free of the restraints they put on her. She let out sounds of pain when they were checking inside her nose and using some device to look in her sinuses, but she didn’t thrash anymore. He asked for someone to page a neurologist and ENT to check her out as well. When the doctor moved over to the second girl, the arms of the one holding me went limp again. I put them back on the bed before raising the safety rails.

As a precaution this time, they had me help them get the second girl in what they called a papoose to keep her body restrained. She didn’t need it, nor did the other girl.

When the doctor finished, he told the nurse, “Since you weren’t in the room at the time, the girl was in her picking debris out of David, so you didn’t hear that little girl speaking for the first time that anyone has ever heard. The child is incredibly smart and extremely Autistic. Her records state that she is non-verbal. Honestly, I was scared to tell her to stop. David didn’t seem to mind her caring for him. It was why she happened to be in his ER bay instead of with her family. The tornado destroyed their entire home, except a bomb shelter build by the previous owner. It was why David had to take shelter in a drainage ditch as the tornado went over him.”

That took some explaining, but all of the people in the three bays agreed that I had probably saved Molly’s family.

Duh.

One nurse was starting to ask me questions when things got crazy. A neurologist told everyone that all three girls needed prepping for transport by helicopter to a hospital specializing in brain surgery, on the microscopic level, that these girls required.

The nurses asked about their parents.

“According to the fingerprint and missing children’s database, each of these girls died between five and eight years ago. Based on pictures, identifying marks, and very faint scars, these are the same three dead girls. Not long after I pulled up their history, someone called my private cellphone to say that a medivac helicopter would be on the roof to pick them up,” the person who came into the room to tell us about their transfer said. “Only my husband and children have that cell phone number. The person knew my name and the computer I was using at the time. It creeped me out. According to eyewitnesses, a man posing as a federal law enforcement officer abandoned them at their last location. The man on the phone did say that their destination is the same location where the four girls went with David after the car accident last year.”

So, the man-in-the-machine or at least some form of AI was watching.

A few minutes later, multiple people in medivac flight suits were here with gurneys to transport the girls. They strapped each girl onto the stretcher and quickly rolled each girl toward the elevator that went to the roof.

“That was odd,” I told them as they stood there looking like they were trying to figure out what just happened. “I’ve had enough craziness for today. I think I’m going to go home to hold my baby siblings. I can confirm that the medivac staff looked like the ones that took the girls and me to the special facility. They are going the best place I think in the U.S. for this type of care. I saw them working on Paula’s brain to fix what they could find they could repair.”

The doctor was sort of joking when he said, “We didn’t see three girls bleeding from their ears, noses, and eyes. They were never here.”

“Works for me,” I replied with a bit of a laugh.

As I was heading toward the main lobby of the hospital, I saw two real FBI agents walking past me heading toward the emergency room. I stepped into one of the unused bays to eavesdrop. They were specifically looking for the man from the school board meeting. They said he might have three adolescent females with him. The charge nurse told them that three girls arrived earlier, but that they didn’t see the man in question. All they knew was that whomever they had been with abandoned them when he saw them bleeding from the eyes, ears, and nose. Someone had mentioned that he represented himself as a Fed.

“You may want to check with your agency or sister agencies about the girl’s current location,” the doctor told them. “They were medevacked to an unknown location which specializes in severe brain injuries. You most likely saw the helicopter leaving as you arrived.”

They didn’t seem surprised that the girls had all come up as dead many years before today.

As one passed by where I was listening in, I heard him say, “Our suspect escaped from his original location. Unknown parties removed the three children moments before our arrival. Descriptions match the type of helicopter and personnel observed removing some accident victims who sustained critical brain injuries, including parties noted as being deceased at the scene. Local records indicate that the party provided care and rehabilitation of four crash victims in the fall. It is my opinion that this facility has no ties to the suspect in any fashion. They appear to be a philanthropic organization.”