Hard to do when phones haven’t been invented yet. Topping it off, he was fighting in a French Revolution era uprising; I wanted the scene to be like losing a loved one in battle. I bawled my eyes out writing it the first time. Here’s an overdose scene from a fanfic based on a hospital drama:
He came back to an eerily quiet flat. Kian heard the strange sound coming from the bathroom. The door was closed, and he tapped on it.
“Haley? You okay?” A sudden gasping sound was his answer. He threw the door open, seeing Haley with her head by the toilet. Was she throwing up? But her breathing was irregular. Then he saw it; an empty bottle of pills. The ones he had gotten to help her sleep.
“NO!” Kian screamed.
He got into action, pulling Haley up by her shoulders. Her head lolled limply on her neck.
“Haley! Can you hear me?” He sobbed, seeing her eyelids barely moving.
Kian forced his fingers into Haley’s throat, hearing a gagging sound. Some vomit came up, but she still wouldn’t respond.
He fumbled with his phone, just managing to dial 999. He managed to get his address to the dispatch. He picked Haley up with all his strength and carried her to the ground floor. When the ambulance came, he somehow convinced the attendants to let him ride along. The hospital ended up being one he thought he would never go back to.
Kian felt so helpless as he sat out in the hospital waiting room. The last time he felt like this was when Bea died. It seemed like an eternity before the doctor came out, one he didn’t know when he was working there.
“We pumped her stomach, and she’s out of danger. Chances are she’ll just sleep for a long time.”
He was in Haley’s room when he heard a familiar voice.
“Kian! How long has it been?” A young intern called out.
“Nicky! Boy, am I glad to see you.” Kian sighed, hugging her.
“Is this young woman your…?” Nicky asked, not knowing how to finish. Her crush on him was obvious when they worked together.
“Girlfriend? Let’s just say that I care about her a lot.” Kian said.
“Well, I hope she gets better.” Nicky concluded, giving Kian a smile.
Kian sat by Haley’s hospital bed. He had stopped crying awhile ago, but the thought still plagued him; why had she tried to hurt herself again? They had lucked out (if you could call it that) when she took off to the mountains, but this was going of the deep end.
I’ve already lost one person I loved. I don’t even know if I can comprehend losing Haley. He thought.
Kian held Haley’s had, feeling her limp fingers against his palm. Her breathing was rhythmic and gentle. It was what lulled him to sleep.