Chapter 7
The transport tech unlocked the brakes on my gurney and the whole bed jolted forward. The IV pole rattled beside me and the clear bag swung with every push. My mom's hand found mine as we moved. Her green sleeve was still damp at the cuff where she'd wiped the pillow earlier.
"We're just going down the hall for the CT," the tech said. "You just have to lie still for a couple minutes, okay?"
I nodded. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling slid past in a long white line. Each seam between the tiles was a second I counted so I didn't have to think about my stomach. My mom walked on the side of the IV pole, trying to keep pace without letting go.
Behind us, I heard the security supervisor's voice at the bay, low and even. "We're going to keep this bed as is. Don't strip it."
We turned the corner and the ER bay disappeared. My dad wasn't there. The waiting area was behind the double doors now and the tech pushed us through another set of doors that said CT SUITE in gray letters.
The CT room was colder. The machine was a big white donut with a narrow table running through it. The tech and a woman in navy scrubs, her badge said CT TECH - MARA, slid a transfer board under me.
"Can you scoot just a little for us, Maya?" Mara asked. Her voice was calm and she didn't touch my stomach. "Arms up over your head if you can. Your mom can stay right by the window where you can see her."
My mom moved to the glass. She pressed her palm against it. The table started to move. A recorded voice told me to hold my breath. I tried. The ring lit up and hummed around me. It wasn't loud, just a steady whir, and I stared at the ceiling so I wouldn't close my eyes. After the second pass, Mara's voice came through the speaker. "You're doing great. Breathe normally now."
They wheeled me back to the hallway to wait. My mom came right back to the rail. She didn't say anything, she just straightened the blanket over my knees. Her hand was shaking.
A few minutes later the security supervisor came around the corner holding a manila folder and a printed sheet. He was a broad man in his fifties with a radio clipped to his belt. He nodded to Mara first, then to my mom.
"Mrs. Alvarez?" he said quietly. "I'm Supervisor Kent. We logged the bay."
My mom stood up a little straighter.
"We bagged the pillow as found, wet area marked," he said, flipping the folder open just enough for her to see. "We saved the monitor timeline from 14:30 to 15:00, heart rate and alarm log. And we pulled the hallway camera clip. It shows the throw and the grab in the bay doorway. Time-stamped. It's saved to security drive, chain of custody noted."
I watched my mom's face as he said it. She didn't look away.
"Thank you," she said. Her voice was thin.
He closed the folder. "That video stays with the hospital. Nursing supervisor and social work have the reference number. No one deletes it."
Mara stepped out then with a large printout, still warm. It was a black and white cross-section, grainy, with a bright arrow drawn in.
"Dr. Patel wanted you to see this with her," Mara said, handing it to my mom and then looking at me. "Maya, I'll let the doctor explain, but you did exactly what we needed."
Dr. Patel arrived before my mom could ask. She pulled the rolling stool close to my gurney and held the CT image so we both could see it. She pointed with the cap of her pen.
"This right here is your appendix," she said. "It's inflamed, thickened, and this hazy area around it is fluid. That means infection is leaking. It's acute appendicitis with early perforation risk. No torsion, ovaries look normal. But this can't wait. You need an appendectomy in the next few hours before it ruptures."
My mom stared at the arrow. "That's... that's what was hurting her?"
"Yes," Dr. Patel said. "This didn't start in the ER. This has been building for a day, maybe longer."
My mom's hand tightened on the rail. I could see her doing the math. Yesterday morning I'd said I felt sick and my dad had told me I was trying to get out of school. Last night I'd curled on the bathroom floor and he'd said I was being dramatic. She'd wanted to drive me in then.
"We waited," she whispered. Not to Dr. Patel, not to me, just out loud. "We waited at home. I let us wait."
Dr. Patel didn't fill the silence. She let my mom breathe.
The social worker, Ms. Rivera, had come up beside us without me noticing. She was the same woman from the bay, with the soft cardigan.
"Lena," she said, "do you want to step just over here for two minutes while Maya rests?"
My mom looked at me. I nodded. They moved two steps to the window, but I could still hear them.
Ms. Rivera kept her voice low. "What you just saw changes the urgency, but the pattern you mentioned before, that matters too."
My mom held the CT printout with both hands. "It's not the first time," she said, and the words came fast now, like she'd been holding them behind her teeth. "When she had that kidney infection last year he said she was faking for attention. When she sprained her ankle he wouldn't let me take her for X-rays for two days. He always says she's lying. I kept thinking if I just kept the peace it would be okay."
She stopped and wiped under her eyes with her sleeve.
"I didn't protect her," she said. "I knew she was in pain and I let him talk me out of it."
Ms. Rivera put a hand lightly on her forearm. "Thank you for telling me that now. I'm going to write down exactly what you just said, with your words, and add it to the medical record with the CT and the security report. That helps the surgeons and the safety plan."
My mom nodded and looked back at me over her shoulder. "We're not going back to waiting."
Dr. Patel turned back to me and pulled the blanket up a little higher. "We'll get you back to the bay, start antibiotics, and the OR team will come meet you both. Nothing happens without your mom's consent and your understanding, okay?"
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I swallowed and my throat was dry. "Okay," I said.
The transport tech unlocked the brakes again, and the gurney started moving back toward the bright hallway. My mom walked right beside me, this time holding the CT image folded carefully against her chest like something she wasn't going to let anyone take from her.
