Emergency Room Visits & False Allegations

9:40 PM

I'm going to try to write this post without giving away too much personal information. Who knows, maybe I'll delete this post sometime later on. However, as you already know, this blog is my online diary. I write everything on here because I want to document the events that surround my daily life. So here we go. 

I woke up this morning around 7:00am to a loud boom in the hallway. It sounded like a bunch of pots and pans had fallen over. Since my room is the closest to the kitchen, I heard the crash clearly. My roommate in the room next to me opened her door to investigate the sound. 

"Please help me! I'm in so much pain. I can't feel my legs."

That was my immediate cue to get out of bed. I open the door to the sight of a fallen roommate in the hallway. By this time, there was much confusion. Everyone in our little apartment had woken up.

The hallway erupted into a chorus of, "What happened? Where does it hurt? Are you okay?"

We picked her off the floor and back into bed.

"My stomach hurts. Please help me. I think I'm going to die." she says.

"We should bring her to the hospital." one of us said. 

Without a minute's notice, we get ready to go. Propping our incapacitated roommate on our shoulders we rush to the elevator. Stepping in a woman asks us, "Is she alright?"

We reassure the woman that we are bringing our roommate to the hospital because we are concerned for her well being. She identifies herself as a housing attendant.  

"I can't just let you take her. What room are you from?" 

We hastily give her our information then we rush into the car. 

"Can you hold my hand? I'm scared. I don't want to die." she says crying.

For the first time in a long time, I felt true fear. The kind of fear you feel in the pit of your stomach just before you lose someone. Holding her hand, I reassure her. 

"We're getting you help. Don't worry."

Arriving to the Emergency Room, we quickly check in. Sitting in the waiting room, I was flooded with haunted memories. I hate going to hospitals. It reminds me of the times I used to volunteer for one. Too many unpleasant experiences. A thousand thoughts are floating in my head. Within a few minutes we are seen by someone.

The two of us are escorted from room to room.

"Please sign these forms." "We'll give you some medication." "Wait here."

Several hours later, we head home to an unpleasant surprise.

Roommate was served a letter of disorderly conduct. Disciplinary actions may be pursued. 

Allegedly, roommate was acting disorderly on school grounds. The woman from the elevator reported us for bringing our friend to the hospital. We were being disorderly on school grounds? I'm sorry but in what world is it disorderly to help someone who is in need of medical attention? Please help me to understand the words that are written in the letter. 

This infuriated me, and there are only a few times that I've been truly infuriated. What should we have done? Left her there in the hallway? Apologize for causing a disturbance in the elevator? I'm sticking to my words and saying that this is absolute BS. When someone needs help, you get them help. I'm no medical expert. When someone says they're in pain, they are in pain. For the safety and well being of everyone in the apartment, we did what we thought was best. 

I don't care what anyone has to say about this matter. I don't believe we did anything wrong. I'd rather bring someone to the hospital than risk having them die on me. 

For now, we're just gonna have to wait and see how this all plays out.

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