Day to Day Chapter 47
Chapter 47
The Doctors and Nurses continued to work around the clock in their care for the victims of flight 113 that crashed on the coast of Norfolk Island. With care their physical healing was swift; however it was their emotional healing that would take the longest time. And the fact that many of those that survived the initial impact and were able to walk away were taken to hospital in NI, these ones still had to catch a plane home. The fear of that was tremendous, and didn't help with the emotional well being. They would under go many months of emotional rehabilitation.
Then there were those who were affected physically. The broken bones that need time to heal. The head injuries. The scars from debris. The loss of a loved one who may have been seated beside them. Or the loss of a new found friend who they didn't know they had until they boarded that plane and made their way to Australia on that fateful day. The amputations. The heart attacks. The organ failures. The loss of hope, of faith and of love. The culture issues relating to treatment. The language barrier. There was an insurmountable list of implications that were inhibiting the healing process for many. Then, there was that beautiful lady with the long golden brown hair in the bed in room 16, no one knew who she was. She had no identification. No doubt lost in the carnage. They were unable to find any records of who she might be. No one had reported her missing. She was probably in her mid thirties. It was determined that maybe she was a victim of circumstance. Maybe she was on the ground, on the beach that day, and saw the plane plummeting to the earth. The odds of that were incredible but maybe, just maybe she would hold some clue as to what actually happened.
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It was now 4 weeks since that day. The hospital staff had quickly coped with the emergency, and now things had really settled, with most of those affected being transported home. Lightening the load of the very tired hospital staff. It was still a day that remained fresh in their minds. They all could still picture the events in their minds eyes. It was like watching an episode of ER, only it was real. Very real. And it was happening in their Emergency Room not on the television screen in the corner of their living room. But so far everyone had managed, had recovered and healed incredibly well. With the exception that is of the beautiful lady - the resident Jane Doe - who still remained in a coma.
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Jon and Krystal booked their flights to Australia to attend the memorial service. It was the least they could do for Megan. Jon somehow felt responsible for what had happened to her. He knew he didn't give her cancer or cause the plane to go down. But he felt guilty that he had put her through so much emotional turmoil. Although he had to admit he was sorry for how she had come out of it, selfishly he was so glad it happened. He had an inner contentment knowing that she gave him so many wonderful months of happiness, and she had filled a void in him that he could not have done himself. And without her, he shuddered to think of where he might have ended up. She had come back into his life at the precise moment he had needed her.
He contacted the official who ensured him he would be able to attend without causing too much of an uproar. Jon was only too aware of what his presence would do at an event like this. He didn't want anything to be taken away from the victims or their families by him being recognized. This was not a day for him, it was not a day for fans, it was not a day for signatures, it was not a publicity stunt, and it was not a case of having his face in the right spot at the right time. It was his last chance to say goodbye to a beautiful woman he loved so much. A woman that had given him so much. A woman that had taught him so much about himself. A woman that shared so much of herself with him. A woman that he will treasure in his heart forever, for the rest of his life.
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© 2007 Cindi – Today.
The Doctors and Nurses continued to work around the clock in their care for the victims of flight 113 that crashed on the coast of Norfolk Island. With care their physical healing was swift; however it was their emotional healing that would take the longest time. And the fact that many of those that survived the initial impact and were able to walk away were taken to hospital in NI, these ones still had to catch a plane home. The fear of that was tremendous, and didn't help with the emotional well being. They would under go many months of emotional rehabilitation.
Then there were those who were affected physically. The broken bones that need time to heal. The head injuries. The scars from debris. The loss of a loved one who may have been seated beside them. Or the loss of a new found friend who they didn't know they had until they boarded that plane and made their way to Australia on that fateful day. The amputations. The heart attacks. The organ failures. The loss of hope, of faith and of love. The culture issues relating to treatment. The language barrier. There was an insurmountable list of implications that were inhibiting the healing process for many. Then, there was that beautiful lady with the long golden brown hair in the bed in room 16, no one knew who she was. She had no identification. No doubt lost in the carnage. They were unable to find any records of who she might be. No one had reported her missing. She was probably in her mid thirties. It was determined that maybe she was a victim of circumstance. Maybe she was on the ground, on the beach that day, and saw the plane plummeting to the earth. The odds of that were incredible but maybe, just maybe she would hold some clue as to what actually happened.
*** *** *** ***
It was now 4 weeks since that day. The hospital staff had quickly coped with the emergency, and now things had really settled, with most of those affected being transported home. Lightening the load of the very tired hospital staff. It was still a day that remained fresh in their minds. They all could still picture the events in their minds eyes. It was like watching an episode of ER, only it was real. Very real. And it was happening in their Emergency Room not on the television screen in the corner of their living room. But so far everyone had managed, had recovered and healed incredibly well. With the exception that is of the beautiful lady - the resident Jane Doe - who still remained in a coma.
*** *** *** ***
Jon and Krystal booked their flights to Australia to attend the memorial service. It was the least they could do for Megan. Jon somehow felt responsible for what had happened to her. He knew he didn't give her cancer or cause the plane to go down. But he felt guilty that he had put her through so much emotional turmoil. Although he had to admit he was sorry for how she had come out of it, selfishly he was so glad it happened. He had an inner contentment knowing that she gave him so many wonderful months of happiness, and she had filled a void in him that he could not have done himself. And without her, he shuddered to think of where he might have ended up. She had come back into his life at the precise moment he had needed her.
He contacted the official who ensured him he would be able to attend without causing too much of an uproar. Jon was only too aware of what his presence would do at an event like this. He didn't want anything to be taken away from the victims or their families by him being recognized. This was not a day for him, it was not a day for fans, it was not a day for signatures, it was not a publicity stunt, and it was not a case of having his face in the right spot at the right time. It was his last chance to say goodbye to a beautiful woman he loved so much. A woman that had given him so much. A woman that had taught him so much about himself. A woman that shared so much of herself with him. A woman that he will treasure in his heart forever, for the rest of his life.
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© 2007 Cindi – Today.
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