“I think you guys would make a cute couple!” Briar laughed. She could see that Oliver was obviously flustered by her outlandish point. But the laughter and airiness of the room didn’t last long when Mars came rushing in, his face dripping with sweat, and scrubs a deep crimson.
“It’s one of your patients..Briar..that guy…who crashed his bike..a few weeks ago? He’s back, and his hand is severed..he stuck it into a meat grinder..”
Brair threw back her covers and pulled her scrubs on over her gown.
“There’s no time to waste..take me to him, now!”
Natalie would have stopped Briar if she could, but………………………………………………………………………………..Aiden, her brother who was in the army……………………………………………………………………..Natalie got a text from his commanding officer. He was killed in a sniper incident. And it didn't help that she got the message by text.
(Oof.. Briar’s brother Cade, is in the army too..he has PTSD)
(Oof.. Briar’s brother Cade, is in the army too..he has PTSD)
(nods But Aiden's DEAD *cries *Well so is the other Aiden who was in the army, you know, Sabine's brother?!?!?!?!? Natalie says angrily. You're evil. Yes Natalie. I'm well aware of that.)
Briar ran out to the scene, close at Mars’s heels.
“It’s pretty badly severed..but we caught it just in time.” He explained, worry creasing his face.
“Mm-hmm..” Brair rushed over to her patient, eighteen year old Brady Cook, who had a bloody towel wrapped around his forearm.
“H-Hey, doc..”He gave her a pained smile. Brady had always been the daredevil of his family. He had always been one of Mars’s patients (Mars is an orthopedic surgeon) seeing that he had broken almost every bone in his body. But more recently than not, Brady had been coming to the trauma bay seeking Briar’s medical attention.
“Hey, Brady,” Brair smiled.
“Did Dr. Slateman tell you?” The teen questioned, embarrassment covering his face with a deep blush.
“Yep. What were you doing with your hand in a meat grinder to begin with?”
“It’s a long story.” Brady painfully chuckled.
Briar slowly removed the towel from the arm and gasped. The arm was shredded in chunks, to the point where you could see the bone. The hand was mangled terribly.
Briar had never seen anything that bad in her life. She felt her stomach lurch.
“Doc? Are you alright?” Brady questioned
Briar swallowed nervously.
“I’m fine, Brady..don’t worry about me.” Briar turned to Mars and gave him a look.
Mars stepped forward, a tentative smile on his face.
“We’ll get you some morphine for your pain, and get you scheduled for surgery.”
Brady smiled.
“Cool..”
Caroline woke with a start. She had a bad feeling. She went back to Briar's room to find it deserted.
"Briar, what did you do?" Caroline groaned. She searched for the young mother until she found her attending to a young back with a mangled arm.
"Briar O'Malley!" Caroline scolded. "What are you doing?!"
(This died.)
(May I protest this pls. Some people have lives(I don't though) and have to attend to them. Y'know, like going to school, doing homework, spending time w/ family, ect. I know that you know that. Sorry if this comes off as rude.)
(I know that perfectly well. I’ve spent the past three hours attending to my duties..it’s just that whenever I seem to leave, people seem to go nuts. You aren’t being rude, I understand where you’re coming from.)
Dove reddened and shifted a bit away from Oliver, staring at him and shaking her head.
Briar looked over at Caroline, her face expressionsss.
“I’m trying to help this patient, so if you could please..try not to distract me from my work, that would be much appreciated.”
Oliver backed off, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. There was too much to wrap his head around and not enough time to do it. "I'm sorry… I-" His voice choked. Eyes watering, Oliver looked away. What's wrong with me?!
Dove stiffened, "No! I'm sorry, for shifting away, I mean I like you, but oh! Not in that way, I mean we're friends and I'm sorry and you're really great, so yeah!" she reached over and patted Oliver's back.
Natalie left the room and walked out to the hall, sliding to the floor and hugging her knees, letting tears wash over her like waves.
"No, listen. I-uh… I'm fine. Good. Great, actually. I should um, I have something to do." He coughed uncomfortably and quickly took his leave from the room. He knew exactly where he was going. The garage. He was getting his car and driving somewhere, anywhere. Oliver needed to clear his addled mind.
Dove stood back and waited a little before also leaving the room. She went out to the hall, where she found a distraught Natalie crying on the floor.
Oliver pulled slowly out of the garage and out into the blinding sunlight. He hasn't checked out of the hospital. He was still in his scrubs. He wanted to care, but at the same time, he didn't. You mess everything up. That kid would be alive if it weren't for you. Oliver hit the gas, trying to drive out the stress, he was crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he refused to pull over even with his blurred vision. He watched the speedometer rise in level as he suddenly floored it. There weren't any other cars on the road right now and he needed stress relief. I can't handle this stress anymore! I'm not qualified! I'm not smart! I killed him!
(Someone cheer up the Oliver)
Stupid. Worthless. Waste of space. Idiot. Natalie screamed at herself in her head. She didn't notice Dove approach.
(My apologies @Nerd I've had a rough day and I'm about to take it out on Oliver)
(My apologies @Nerd I've had a rough day and I'm about to take it out on Oliver)
(That is me too right now.)
(I have strep throat and a cold right now. And a big competition that I've been practicing for for a month is tomorrow and I went to my classes anyway and I haven't eaten all day and my friend's cat died, TRY to beat my bad day) Hahhahahaha, I'm joking, you don't have to beat me.
Why are you even here? You can't help anyone. You can't even stop your friends from getting hurt. Natalie thought to herself.
