The drive to the hospital was mercifully short, thanks to the private facility's proximity to the football field. Jayden's anxiety grew with each passing minute, his mind replaying the accident.
As they arrived, Jayden helped Emma out of the car and into the emergency ward.
Jayden burst through the hospital doors, Emma by his side, her hands covering her nose.
"Help! We need help!" Jayden shouted.
A nurse rushed toward them, concern etched on her face.
"What's the problem?" she asked swiftly.
"Football accident," Jayden replied. "Nose injury. She's bleeding heavily."
The nurse quickly assessed Emma's condition.
"Let's get her to the treatment room."
In the room, the nurse, Mrs. Thompson, gently guided Emma into a chair.
"Okay, Emma, I need to examine your nose."
Emma nodded, wincing in pain.
First, Mrs. Thompson applied topical anesthesia to numb the area.
"To stop the bleeding, I'll need to apply pressure," she explained.
With gauze pads, Mrs. Thompson applied gentle pressure to Emma's nose, stemming the blood flow.
Mrs. Thompson carefully inserted a nasal speculum to visualize the injury.
"I'd also need to apply nasal packing," she told them.
Jayden's eyes widened, concerned.
Mrs. Thompson swiftly inserted gauze packs into Emma's nostrils, applying gentle pressure.
"This will help control the bleeding."
Next, Mrs. Thompson applied antibiotic ointment to the surrounding area.
"No stitching required, thankfully," she reassured Jayden.
Emma's eyes fluttered closed, relief washing over her.
Mrs. Thompson handed Jayden a cold compress.
"Apply this to reduce swelling."
As Jayden tended to Emma, Mrs. Thompson continued.
"I'll prescribe some pain medication and antibiotics to prevent infection."
Jayden nodded, grateful.
"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson."
As they waited for further instructions, Jayden took Emma's hand, his eyes filled with regret.
"I'm so sorry, Emma. This was my fault."
Emma's gaze met his, her expression softening.
"It's okay, Jayden. Accidents happen."
Mrs. Thompson finished writing whatever it was she was writing on the note pad and then, she began.
"Considering the severity of the bleed, I recommend a CT scan to rule out any internal nasal fractures or further complications," Mrs. Thompson explained.
Jayden's concern deepened.
"A CT scan? Is that really necessary?" he asked.
Mrs. Thompson nodded.
"Yes, it's precautionary. Internal nasal injuries can be tricky. We need to ensure there's no damage to the nasal septum or turbinates."
Emma's eyes widened, anxiety creeping in.
"What happens if there is damage?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Mrs. Thompson's expression turned reassuring.
"We'll cross that bridge if necessary. The scan will give us a clear picture. Let's get you prepped for the CT scan."
Jayden nodded, taking Emma's hand.
"We'll get through this, Emma."
Mrs. Thompson smiled sympathetically.
"I'll arrange for the scan. Someone will come to escort you to radiology shortly."
A hospital technician arrived to escort Emma to radiology. Jayden accompanied her, holding her hand.
In the CT scan room, the technician explained the procedure.
"Please lie down on the table, Emma. This will take about 10 minutes."
Emma nodded, her eyes locked on Jayden.
"It's okay, I'll be right here," Jayden reassured.
The technician positioned Emma's head and began the scan.
"Stay still, please," he instructed.
Jayden watched anxiously as the machine whirred to life and the procedure began.
Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Thompson returned with the scan results.
"Good news," she said, smiling. "No internal fractures or significant damage. Just a minor nasal bone bruise."
Jayden exhaled relief.
Emma's eyes closed, tears of relief welling up.
"Thank goodness," she whispered.
Mrs. Thompson continued.
"You'll need to rest for a few days, avoid strenuous activities, and follow up with an ENT specialist in a week."
Jayden nodded, committed to caring for Emma.
"We'll take care of it," he said.The drive to the hospital was mercifully short, thanks to the private facility's proximity to the football field. Jayden's anxiety grew with each passing minute, his mind replaying the accident.
As they arrived, Jayden helped Emma out of the car and into the emergency ward.
Jayden burst through the hospital doors, Emma by his side, her hands covering her nose.
"Help! We need help!" Jayden shouted.
A nurse rushed toward them, concern etched on her face.
"What's the problem?" she asked swiftly.
"Football accident," Jayden replied. "Nose injury. She's bleeding heavily."
The nurse quickly assessed Emma's condition.
"Let's get her to the treatment room."
In the room, the nurse, Mrs. Thompson, gently guided Emma into a chair.
"Okay, Emma, I need to examine your nose."
Emma nodded, wincing in pain.
First, Mrs. Thompson applied topical anesthesia to numb the area.
"To stop the bleeding, I'll need to apply pressure," she explained.
With gauze pads, Mrs. Thompson applied gentle pressure to Emma's nose, stemming the blood flow.
Mrs. Thompson carefully inserted a nasal speculum to visualize the injury.
"I'd also need to apply nasal packing," she told them.
Jayden's eyes widened, concerned.
Mrs. Thompson swiftly inserted gauze packs into Emma's nostrils, applying gentle pressure.
"This will help control the bleeding."
Next, Mrs. Thompson applied antibiotic ointment to the surrounding area.
"No stitching required, thankfully," she reassured Jayden.
Emma's eyes fluttered closed, relief washing over her.
Mrs. Thompson handed Jayden a cold compress.
"Apply this to reduce swelling."
As Jayden tended to Emma, Mrs. Thompson continued.
"I'll prescribe some pain medication and antibiotics to prevent infection."
Jayden nodded, grateful.
"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson."
As they waited for further instructions, Jayden took Emma's hand, his eyes filled with regret.
"I'm so sorry, Emma. This was my fault."
Emma's gaze met his, her expression softening.
"It's okay, Jayden. Accidents happen."
Mrs. Thompson finished writing whatever it was she was writing on the note pad and then, she began.
"Considering the severity of the bleed, I recommend a CT scan to rule out any internal nasal fractures or further complications," Mrs. Thompson explained.
Jayden's concern deepened.
"A CT scan? Is that really necessary?" he asked.
Mrs. Thompson nodded.
"Yes, it's precautionary. Internal nasal injuries can be tricky. We need to ensure there's no damage to the nasal septum or turbinates."
Emma's eyes widened, anxiety creeping in.
"What happens if there is damage?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Mrs. Thompson's expression turned reassuring.
"We'll cross that bridge if necessary. The scan will give us a clear picture. Let's get you prepped for the CT scan."
Jayden nodded, taking Emma's hand.
"We'll get through this, Emma."
Mrs. Thompson smiled sympathetically.
"I'll arrange for the scan. Someone will come to escort you to radiology shortly."
A hospital technician arrived to escort Emma to radiology. Jayden accompanied her, holding her hand.
In the CT scan room, the technician explained the procedure.
"Please lie down on the table, Emma. This will take about 10 minutes."
Emma nodded, her eyes locked on Jayden.
"It's okay, I'll be right here," Jayden reassured.
The technician positioned Emma's head and began the scan.
"Stay still, please," he instructed.
Jayden watched anxiously as the machine whirred to life and the procedure began.
Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Thompson returned with the scan results.
"Good news," she said, smiling. "No internal fractures or significant damage. Just a minor nasal bone bruise."
Jayden exhaled relief.
Emma's eyes closed, tears of relief welling up.
"Thank goodness," she whispered.
Mrs. Thompson continued.
"You'll need to rest for a few days, avoid strenuous activities, and follow up with an ENT specialist in a week."
Jayden nodded, committed to caring for Emma.
"We'll take care of it," he said.