Chapter 43
“Good morning, Chris,” Midland greeted as she entered the ICU room.
Larabee opened his eyes and looked at the doctor. He noticed a woman standing behind her but did nothing to acknowledge her presence. He closed his eyes and
turned his head in the opposite direction.
“I want you to meet someone,” Midland told him. When he still refused to look at either of them she went on in soft tones. “Don’t tell me you’re still not talking
today, Chris? Carol is here to help you. She’s going to be helping us find the best course of treatments for you. Come on now. Open your eyes and look at us.”
Susan James watched from the door, observing the blond’s reactions from a distance. She hoped he’d be willing to talk to Midland but was saddened to see he was
still unwilling to accept anyone’s help. ‘If only Whelan hadn’t used Vin Tanner as his scapegoat,’ she thought sadly.
“Chris, we’ll be moving you to a new room shortly. Do you feel like eating something?”
“No,” Larabee mumbled.
“Chris, if you don’t start eating and drinking we’re going to have to put it down the Nasogastric tube the same way we’ve been giving you your oral medications,’
Midland explained.
Larabee’s eyes flashed open and he glared at the two women before him. “C...can’t you p...people just l...leave me the hell a...alone,” he cried.
“No,” Midland answered.
“Then do your d...damndest. I d...don’t care a...anymore,” he told her as he once more turned away.
“Well, Carol, he said to do our damndest. What do you think we should do?” Midland asked.
Carol Locke had been a primary care nurse for over ten years. She’d seen stubborn patients and she’d dealt with many injuries. Some of those injuries were worse
than the ones on the man before her but none had been so cruelly inflicted. She’d been in a meeting with Midland, James and Parker for most of the morning.
Between them they’d decided on a course of treatment and they were about to implement it. “When you're ready Chris, we'll let you decide what you want. For now
though, you're going to have to put up with us because we're not ready to give up on you just yet."
“Angie,” Midland called to the young blond haired nurse looking after Larabee.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“Let’s set up the pump. I want to start giving him twenty-five ccs Isosource hourly,” Midland explained, writing up the orders on his chart. “Are you willing to take it
orally, Chris?” she asked once more.
‘Just go away and leave me alone,’ Larabee thought as he tried to ignore the people around him.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Midland said and helped the young nurse set up the new pump.
“Why can’t you all just leave me the hell alone!” Larabee screamed at her.
“Is that what you really want, Chris?” James asked as she finally entered the room.
Their eyes met for the briefest moment and James realized that it was exactly what this man wanted. ‘We’ve got a long hard road ahead of us,’ she thought.
Once more Chris let his eyes close without saying a word. His heart ached with the pain of knowing what he’d done to his wife and child. “I d...didn’t d...deserve
them,” his tortured voice whispered.
“Didn’t deserve who, Chris?” Midland asked.
The blond let his unshed tears fall from his eyes. He wanted to be left alone with his memories. Memories of a better time and a better place. “W...why d...didn’t I go
with t...them?’ he asked not really expecting an answer.
“Go with who, Chris?” Midland asked.
“Go a...away,” Larabee told her, trying to shut out the painful memories of his wife and son. The two people who’d meant more to him than life itself. The two people
he’d murdered and would never see again. “J...just go away,” his anguished voice painfully cried.
Buck Wilmington stood in the door and watched as the people around Chris began setting up new equipment next to his bed. He noticed a pump much like an IV
pump and wondered what it was for. “What are you doing to him now?” he asked furiously as he hurried to his friend’s side.
“Easy, Buck,” Midland soothed as the angry man stood next to the bed. “We’re just giving him some nutritional supplements. We’re going to start giving him
Isosource through the NG tube.”
Buck watched as she placed something in a plastic container and inserted the attached tubing into the pump. He watched as she set a rate and then attached more
tubing to the NG tube in his friend’s nostril.
Buck Wilmington was a strong man but the look of fear and pain on his oldest friend’s face made him sick to his stomach. The last time he’d seen this look on Chris
Larabee’s face was when he’d been told his family was gone from him forever. The single tear that fell from the blond’s closed eyes made him swallow the lump
forming in his throat. ‘Cut him a break, will ya?’ he thought as he looked out the window.
“Angie, I’ve set it at twenty-five ccs per hour. Keep an eye on him and let me know if there are any problems,” Midland told the nurse.
“Yes, Doctor,” the nurse agreed.
“I’ll let you know when his new room is ready, Angie. I’m going to check on it now,” Locke explained as she followed Midland from the room.
“Ok, Carol,” the blonde nurse answered as she checked the settings on the new equipment.
Buck stepped up to the head of the bed, carefully keeping out of the nurse’s way. “Hey, Stud, you wanna talk?”
Larabee opened his eyes, unable to resist the call of his old friend. A man who’d stuck with him through bad times as well as the good. This was a man he could be
open with. A man who would do anything for him. “Tell them to leave me a...alone, Buck,” he pleaded, his voice sounding tired and defeated to Wilmington’s ears.
“They’re only trying to help you, Chris.”
“I d...don’t want their help. D...don’t want a...anybody’s help. J...just want to be l...left a...alone.”
“You don’t mean that, Pard,” Wilmington pleaded, watching James write things in a chart out of the corner of his eye.
“H...how do you know w...what I m...mean, Buck?” Larabee hissed softly. “No one k...knows w...what I n...need but me.”
“Then why don’t you tell us what you need and we’ll see if we can get it for you?” the moustached man suggested. He watched his friend’s face once more turn away
from him. “Come on, Chris, look at me,” he begged.
“I can’t, Buck, I l...look at you and all I s...see is Sarah and Adam and w...what I d...did to t...them.”
Wilmington was going speak but a signal from Susan James told him to remain silent.
“Vin,” the blond’s body tensed as he spoke the name, “was r...right to p...punish me. I k...killed them j...just as I kill e...everyone I love. S...stay away f...from me,
B...Buck. I’ll o...only h...hurt you,” Larabee’s saddened voice cut threw the hearts of everyone in the room including the steadfast psychiatrist.
Wilmington looked at the Susan James, anger written on his face as he mouthed. “Why’d you let him go on like that?”
James shook her head and signaled for Wilmington to continue.
Wilmington stared down at the pale figure on the bed. Speaking softly while holding his emotions in check. “We’ve been friends a long time, Chris. You’re no
murderer and you certainly didn’t hurt Sarah and Adam.”
“M...murdered my f...family. My l...little boy, my Sarah. Oh, God, why?” he cried as pain laced through his mind and body. He fought the oncoming spasms but was
unable to stop them. He cried out as his body once more arched on the bed causing his wounds to protest loudly.
“Five Mgs Haldol, Angie,” James ordered as she approached the bed. “Hang on, Chris, we’re giving you something to make it stop,” she assured him as the nurse
did as she instructed.
Larabee’s jaw clenched tightly as he tried to ride out the pain caused by his body’s spasms. ‘I deserve this for what I’ve done,’ he thought as he dropped back
onto the bed. He felt a cool cloth pressed to his head and tried to move away from the small display of comfort. A hand on his cheek stopped him and he looked up
into the eyes of his oldest friend. Once more a single tear escaped his eye before he closed them in an effort to be rid of the sadness and pain he saw mirrored in
those eyes.
Buck Wilmington was angry at Susan James and he wanted desperately to let her know it. He followed her out of his friend’s room before grabbing her arm. “Why
the hell did you let him do that?” he yelled.
“Let’s go in here so we don’t disturb the patients shall we?”
Buck followed her inside and let the door slam loudly. “Why did you let him do that to himself?” he snarled.
“Chris needs to get his feelings out in the open and you’re the first person he’s responded to in days. Usually he just tells whoever’s around to leave him alone. What
he said in there tells me that he really does need to be watched carefully in order to prevent him from hurting himself further,” James explained calmly.
Wilmington’s face changed from anger to worry as he remembered the conversation they’d had with the medic. “Nathan told us about the suicide watch. Do you
think it’s really necessary?”
“Now more than ever,” James told him. “He’s extremely depressed and is easily agitated.”
“Then let us watch him,” Wilmington pleaded.
“We discussed this with Nathan. Hospital policy won’t let you gentlemen be responsible for a patient.”
Buck bristled angrily, “Hospital policy doesn’t concern us. What does concern us is Chris Larabee and Vin Tanner. Right now Chris needs us, Doc, he needs us
more than he needs some damn sitter.”
“You’ll be allowed to sit with him during normal visiting hours, Mr. Wilmington, but the sitter will also be there. I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do.”
“Dammit Chris doesn’t deserve this. He loved Sarah and Adam more than anything,” he swore angrily. “Now because of Whelan and Wilcox it’s been taken away
from him and replaced with guilt. Please tell me we’ll get Chris back,” he begged.
“With the help of his friends I think we’ll be able to bring him back. The first thing we need to do is get him wanting to live again. One of the things I’ll want the rest of
you to do is try and treat him as if nothing’s changed. When we move him to the new room I’d like you to bring in some personal objects of his.”
“Like what?”
“Does he have any favorite music, books, pictures, but make sure you don’t bring in any of his family right away. We’ll need to give him a chance to adjust before we
start bringing his family into it.”
“I can get all those things, Doc,” Wilmington told her.
“It would also be a good idea to bring in daily papers and maybe even rent the TV for him. Getting him involved in day to day life is one of our first priorities. Simple
things like getting him to make decisions is another thing that’ll help him.”
“Sounds like we’re gonna have a battle on our hands!”
“We are and we have to win that battle if we want Chris back,” she told him.
“That’s one fight we’ll win no matter what we have to do, Doc,” Wilmington said confidently.
“That’s the attitude we need, Mr. Wilmington. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a meeting to attend.”
“I’ll go sit with Chris for a while,” Wilmington told her as he followed her from the conference room.
Chapter 44
“Anything new with, Chris, Ez?” Tanner asked as he opened his eyes.
“Mr. Larabee is being transported to his new residence just down the corridor as we speak,” Standish explained.
“Is he alright?”
“As alright as anyone can be after the atrocities he underwent,” Standish bit his lip as he realized he’d said too much. “I apologize for running off at the mouth, Mr.
Tanner. I do believe I’ve become rather cynical in my speech lately.”
“It’s ok, Ez, I saw what they did to Chris. Can’t say that I blame you for being Cynical,” Tanner told him.
“Looks like your lunch has arrived, Mr. Tanner,” Standish observed as an orderly brought in a tray and placed it on the table.
“Very good lunch. You eat it all and I’ll be back for the tray,” the orderly said as he hurried out the door.
“He’s in a bit of a hurry,” Tanner said, unable to stop the smile that touched his pale face.
“I would say that’s an understatement if there ever was one,” Standish smiled as he lifted the lid off one of the dishes. Nodding his head he met the other man’s eyes.
“I think I’ll find somewhere else to partake of sustenance.”
“Take me with you, please,” Tanner begged as he picked up a spoon and tried the thick white pasty stew.
“I’m afraid your physicians would not allow me to do such a thing.”
“Have a heart, Ez. Taste this stuff. Tastes like the old paste they made at the orphanage out of flour and water.”
“That good?” Standish asked, his eyebrows lifting sarcastically. He was rewarded when the injured man suddenly laughed out right. ‘That’s the sound I wanted to
hear,’ he thought as he settled back to watch Tanner force the food down.
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Chris had no interest in his new surroundings. He kept his eyes closed as his bed was unhooked from the walls and pushed from one room to another. He knew
they’d been on the elevator but refused to ask where they were going. He felt the elevator lurch to a stop and heard the doors open.
“Carol, we’ve got Chris Larabee here.”
Carol Locke hurried towards the bed and looked down at her new patient. “Hello, Chris,” she said, not really expecting an answer back. “Let’s get you settled in
your room. Three sixteen,” she told the orderly as she took the chart and passed it to the nurse at the desk. She held one side of the bed and helped steer it towards
the private room across from the main nursing station.
He felt the bed moving again and finally opened his eyes. The bright lights above his head caused him to clench them tightly against the pain assaulting his head. He felt
people watching him even with his eyes closed. He hated being watched even when people didn’t realize they were doing so.
“Here we are, Chris,” Locke said as they entered the room.
Larabee once more opened his eyes as the bed was moved up against the wall. The room was done in a very light green color with matching curtains covering the
tiny window. The overhead light was on and the brightness hurt his eyes. He heard the nurse telling the orderly what to do and he kept his eyes averted as they
reconnected some of the plugs to the wall.
“Chris, Dr. Midland is on her way. She’s going to take out this central line,” Locke said as she checked his IV lines. She kept talking to him as she checked each of
the tubes he was attached to including the foley catheter and the Isosource pump.
Chris gave no indication that he heard her except when she checked the foley. It was one of the most intimate tubes and he hated it. Keeping his eyes closed he
turned away from the cheerfulness of her voice.
“Hello, Chris, Carol.”
“Hello, Dr. Midland. Dr. Parker. I was just giving Chris the good news about getting rid of the central line.”
“Was he happy with the news?” Midland asked.
“You know it’s really hard to tell. I thought I’d be able to read such a handsome face but I can’t get a handle on him. I must be losing my touch,” Locke laughed as
she continued to make her patient comfortable, raising his head so he could look around the room without opening the wounds on his neck.
“You? Say it ain’t so, Carol. We thought you were our resident mind reader,” Parker offered, noting there was no reaction to the light-hearted banter from the
patient.
“I’ll work on getting that distinction back, Dr. Parker,” Locke promised as she finished making notes on the chart she held.
“Ok, Chris, let’s get this line out of you,” Midland said. She watched the blond man closely but there was still little or no reaction. Her eyes met Midland’s and the
two exchanged silent worries.
Chris felt the removal of the central line, wincing as the tape was removed from his neck. He felt a hand on his neck and pressure being applied to the point where
the central IV line had been.
“Chris we have to treat your hands now,” Midland told him. “Would you rather we started with the left or the right hand?” the doctor asked. At the morning meeting,
between doctors and nurses, they’d agreed to give him small choices to make in hopes to give him a sense of control.
“Still not ready to talk, Chris?” Parker asked. “ Well we’ll choose for now and let you tell us when you’re ready too,” he said as he picked up the injured left hand.