Abbott
Blamed for Attack on Drug Overdose Victim
Originally
published August 26, 2004
by Michael Kelly and Brent Kellogg
Because the
God Have Mercy Medical Center has no rules to prevent screaming teenagers
and adults alike to clutter up the hallways and waiting rooms, the
hospital was the site of more typical pandemonium this week following the
admission of 15-year-old Lily Winters for a drug overdose.
Told their daughter is in dire straights yet again Mr. and Mrs. Neil
Winters raced to the hospital and immediately upon arrival Mrs. Winters
asked the loitering teens where her precious daughter was. She did not,
for a moment think, gosh, my daughter was brought here by ambulance and
therefore must be in a treatment room being examined. She did not think
that perhaps the smart thing to do would be to ask at the reception desk.
No, instead of doing the smart and prudent thing Mrs. Winters asked a pack
of pitchfork-wielding teens.
Sierra NoLastName, spokesgeek for the teens, stopped shoving Oreo's into
her mouth long enough to say, "with the doctors."
And again without thinking, Mrs. Winters asked, "What are they [the
doctors] doing?"
"Let's think about that Mrs. Winters, shall we?" nobody in particular
said. "Your daughter was rushed here by ambulance which - by the way -
will cost you an easy $800 alone depending on your insurance deductible.
Your daughter is right now being examined by our on-crack team of quacks.
What do you think they're doing?"
As usual whenever anyone in Genoa City is unconscious or in a coma or
generally unresponsive due to an injury there is always some lame brain
who will say to the victim "wake up!" In this instance, it was the
newly-injected into the teen scene Cassie Newman who uttered these words
in response to Mrs. Winters' question.
"Trying to wake her up," the kid actually said, as if that were any kind
of explanation; as if the patient had merely fallen so deeply asleep from
all the boredom and convolution that medical help was required to snap the
person out of it.
Still, with what remains of the small brain in her head squashed from all
that helmet wearing last year, Mrs. Winters was prevented from grasping
the bare reality.
"What do you mean?" she asked, just as her husband caught on that the
Newman kid was trying to explain in depth but that the words weren't
coming out right what with an agitated adult near frenzy level making
everyone nervous.
Then, incredibly, Mrs. Winters changed her tune. She did know what was
going on! She did know that paramedics had worked on her daughter at the
Victor Newman Memorial Center, but she didn't know why. Again, Winters
asked, "what happened?"
NoLastName took over the speaking duties again to say, "We don't exactly
know."
The Winters' new adopted puppy dog also in attendance, Devon Hamilton
volunteered that Lily Winters had been with some guy at the teen center
and...
"This guy?" Mrs. Winters interrupted, and again had to be told by her
husband to let the kids talk.
Instead of finishing his statement, Hamilton deferred to the Newman kid
who said, "I need to tell you this" and god but what someone should have
reached down and smacked their foul smelling potty mouths, began telling
how paramedics at the scene had said that the victim may have been given a
drug.
"Drug?" Mrs. Winters echoed, as if drugs and teens are these evil
opponents in war. As if dropping acid and snorting meth are frowned upon
and despised by kids her daughter's age in happily narcotized Genoa City.
Snorting that she had to talk to someone who knew what was really going on
Mrs. Winters was about to burst into the emergency room like they do on ER
to scream at the doctors and ask dumb questions like, "Why are you doing
that?" when her husband said no, there would be no freaked out parent
scenes on his watch.
And then it began. The bawling. The feel sorry for me whining just as the
hospital's resident butcher appeared to say she had an update.
Dr. Olivia Winters, the victim's Aunt, reported that the patient had been
drugged and that said drug was probably ingested by means of a drink. The
perceptive doctor also noted that whomever did this to her precious niece
hadn't bothered to administer a safe dose. In addition to her presumption
that someone forced the patient to take a drug, Dr. Winters could not say,
exactly, what the drug was.
Hearing the word drug, Mr. Winters immediately suspected the infamous
"date rape" drug, or Roofies as they are known on the street even thought
his darling daughter wasn't dating. Incredibly, Dr. Winters said, "Yes"
adding that there are "three kinds" of date rape drugs on the market.
Thinking back to what the kids had said, Mrs. Winters wondered who the
"guy" was who had slipped the awful drug to her daughter causing the
Newman kid to spew the valuable knowledge that they don't know. And trying
to prove that he is far more intelligent, Hamilton chimed in to say, "I
knew as soon as I saw him [the guy] he was trouble."
On delayed reaction Mrs. Winters picked up on what her sister had said. If
the butcher didn't know what was in the patient's blood stream how in hell
could she administer treatment?
Standing by her first claim, it was only then that Dr. Winters said that
the patient was unconscious! Well, sort of. In medical terms it was, "like
she's in a coma" the doctor said, then noted that the patient was being
given oxygen in the event of apnea!
So not to confuse anyone further, Mr. Winters whipped out a pocket medical
dictionary.
"In case she stops breathing," he asserted, much to everyone's approval.
If there was any doubt that indeed the patient was merely asleep, Dr.
Winters assured her sister that the patient, unlike the many who have died
under her care, "Could just wake up and be fine."
Not satisfied, Mrs. Winters demanded more. Something along the line of a
miracle.
By now, Mr. Winters had become confused. Having just been told how the
patient is being treated he asked, "How are you treating her?"
Only after she had played Twenty Questions did Dr. Winters get around to
the point. The patient was being given a "chemical agent" that would
remove the drug GHB if, in fact, that was the drug surging through the
patient's system.
Not knowing what else to do Mrs. Winters began the I've got to see my
precious baby because she might die routine until it dawned on her that
nobody, least of all the "guy" had yet been blamed for her daughter's
dilemma. Mrs. Winters strained her brain and ... kaboom! The name came to
her.
That "bitch" Phyllis Abbott had prevented her from attending the grand
opening of the Victor Newman Memorial Center! Had she been allowed to
waddle on her two fat feet to the center she would have been able to
prevent her daughter from talking with strange earring-wearing boys who
want nothing more than to eat her young.
"Now my child could die!" Mrs. Winter brayed like the donkey's ass she is.
As if that weren't shocking enough, that someone else must always be
responsible for the actions of others, the Winters were told that had it
not been for the evil Kevin Fisher, Lily Winters might have very well been
raped!
Would have, could have, should haves abounding, Mr. Winters nearly
fainted. THE Kevin Fisher? The same Kevin Fisher who his daughter begged
for sex? Yup. The same Kevin Fisher the self-righteous, smug,
responsibility shirking Winters warriors doggedly persecuted for a year
for daring to sleep with their all too willing baby girl is now the same
man they'll have to humble themselves before or else appear to be the
small spiteful slobs they really are and isn't the irony of it all
scrumptious?
The fact that Fisher was aware in advance of the spiked beverage incident
is irrelevant to the moral of the story. If Lily weren't the dumbest,
whiniest, most inarticulate, unintuitive, annoying, least street smart
wannabe Valley Girl snot in Genoa City, she wouldn't be barely clinging to
life while Drucilla beats her breast playing the Blame Game as she
arrogantly and stubbornly refuses to acknowledge her daughter brought this
on herself.
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