Cold As Ice: The Tony Winter Story
I just got to the Emory University Hospital to go see LeAnna. I rushed into the E.R and went up to the front desk.
"Where's LeAnna Hopkins's room?" I asked frantically
"Excuse me?" the lady behind the counter asked.
"My girlfriend had a horrible accident, where is her room?"
"I'll look her up.... Hmm, Hopkins, Hopkins, where is Hopkins..." She casually mumbled.
"HURRY UP!"
"Sir, calm down, I will find her in the system momentarily."
"OK, sorry I'm just very stressed right now."
"I understand but shoutin' at me ain't helpin nobody."
"OK"
"Ahh, here she is, LeAnna Hopkins, she was found at the scene of a crime with a bullet in her hip. Did you know about this?"
"Yeah, I was there, I had it taken care of... Where is she?"
"Room 32A"
"Where is that?"
"third floor--"
"Thanks."
I bolted to the staircase and was up the stairs in an instant. 32A, 32A, hmm... I had no idea where to go. I looked around and found it. As it went up to the door i felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Look, I'm in a rush so could you pl--" I got cut off
"And who are you?"
"Tony, Tony Winter. I'm the woman in there's boyfriend."
"Well sorry Tony but authorized staff are allowed in only. You may see her when we are done operating."
"PLEASE I NEED TO SEE HER!"
"I'm sorry but no-can-do."
"Ugh" I groaned
So I was forced to wait outside the door for the next three hours. Those we're the longs, most painfull 180 minutes of my life. when she finaly emerged, the first thing she saw was my concerned eyes.
"LeAnna"
"Tony"
I went to embrace her but I was told not to.
"We are taking her to a room in the regular part of the hospital to recover, you may visit her as often as you like, but refrain from making contact with her today. She's still too traumatized by the accident."
Bullsh*t I thought.
"OK. LeAnna I will see you tomorrow, ok?"
All the sudden I noticed the change in her demeanor. It was as though we had that one flash connection at that moment, and then she fell back into the abyss. She was glassy eyed and her expression was absent minded.
This is my fault... You will make it through this LeAnna, I promise you....
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Later that night at Tony's place
"She's not looking to good Mark."
"She's a tough girl. Don't worry kid she'll pull through."
"But---"
"None of that in here, Tony. She'll BE FINE."
"Right." If only I believed it... I thought.
"Anyway, there are some other pressing matters to attend to Tony, like free Agency." Mark said, trying to get my mind off of it with some good ol' fashion basketball banter, but I was in no mood for it.
"Look, Mark, I'm not in the mood, we'll talk tomorrow at the office."
"Alright. G'nite Tony"
"Goodnight Mark..."
I tried to sleep that night after he left, but I couldn't. All I could think about was LeAnna.
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The next morning at Emory
"Good morning, Tony." Dr. Weinstein, as he introduced himself, said."
"Good morning." I responded half heartedly.
"I have some good news and I have some bad news."
"What's the good news doc?"
"Her surgery was a success, the bullet was completely remove, and the wound has since been sealed."
"And the bad news..." I said grimly.
"Well, the bullet hit her right on the bone and shattered the left side of her pelvis. We could not operate on it until the wound sealed and the bullet was removed. She will need another surgery, and even then the odds of her ever walking again, are, to be generous, slim-to-none."
I fell to knees, devastated and overwhelmed with guilt. I wanted to cry but I knew I had to keep my composure for LeAnna, who was sleeping at the time.
"Are you sure there isn't a way to increase those odds?" I asked desperately.
"Tony, I know you're concerned but there simply is no way."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, there are some experimental unproven methods of hip reconstructions but there are quite risky, and quite expensive. We can't even perform them here at this hospital.If they work, she is much more likely to walk, but if it doesn't work, you dramatically decrease the likelihood of her survival, or they may even have to amputate if it doesn't work."
"Oh..."
"She doesn't need the operation for another week while she recuperates. You may talk it over with her."
"How is her mental recovery coming along?"
"Pretty good, her cognitive function is returning to normal levels and her motor skills are returning a little slower. She should be back to her old self in a few days."
"Ok, that's good."
"I turned to LeAnna, who was just waking up."
"Good morning beautiful."
She stared back, still unable to speak, but I could see a mix of affection and pain in her eyes.
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and I just sat there for an hour or so holding her fragile hand and simply being with her.
"I have to go, baby. I will be back tomorrow." I thought I saw a bit of a smile, but I wasn't quite sure.
"Goodbye Doctor."
"Goodbye."
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