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Just as I was about to take the first bite of my sandwich my pager went off. "Damn it, wasn't even able to get in one bite this time". That's one thing about being an ER doctor even when you get a break you never really on your break. Quickly taking a big bite of my sandwich before wrapping it up and putting it back in the fridge before washing my hands and heading to the nurse's station. As I reached the desk, I waited for the head nurse Sandy to give me the rundown. Sandy was new to the position and was still getting the handle on things, even before she became head nurse, she was already acting like one. From bossing nurse's around to resolving employee conflicts, the difference was she had a lot more work to do and lots of paperwork. "What'd we got?" I asked. She responded to me after giving one of the nurse's orders "We got an incoming multi-victim car crash collision on a bridge, Paramedics reported sixteen victims. Four were fatal and were already deceased, and twelve were injured. Looking through the ER glancing at the rooms then back at her "How many available rooms do we have? She looked down at her chart with a worried look on her face. "Not enough, we have six rooms available and from the looks of it we won't have any rooms free anytime soon, none of the patients here are ready to be discharged yet."
"Alright" I nodded my head "those who can be moved, aren't badly injured, or are waiting for results would have to be moved upstairs, we need all the rooms we could spare. Can you also call up the surgery wing and let them know". The patients might've not been in front of me yet, but I knew some if not half would be needing surgery, six rooms weren't going to work even if most of the patients did have to get surgery, we still needed more room. She nodded her head in agreement before grabbing a few nurses and ordering them to start moving patients. I was about to start preparing for the incoming patients and make sure everything was on standby when my phone in my pocket started to buzz. Quickly taking it out and looking at the screen I saw it was my brother Sebastion. Most likely he didn't want anything like always. Deciding I would call him back later, I ignored it, letting it vibrate as I put it back in my pocket.Five minutes later the doors to the ER burst open, and the paramedics brought in the first patient. Still pushing the stretcher one of the paramedics began "We got a male mixed in his twenties, GCS 4 struck the dashboard, BP-ninety over fifty" he continued as we wheeled the patient to the first available room. Counting to three the paramedics, along with me and two nurses transferred the victim from the gurney to the hospital bed. Within less than two minutes after the first patient was brought in more and more paramedics came, bringing the remaining patients until there were no more to bring. The entire ER was full, even with some of the patients undergoing surgery. We were full to the point where we could no longer accept any more patients. By the time it started to dial down and clear out three hours had already passed. The patients that were sent upstairs earlier were almost all discharged, the last few patients that needed surgery were already on the next level and the patients that still remained in the ER were stable and doing good. Other than the four victims that died before they could get here, we had no casualties, all the patients survived, and considering what we see on a daily basis that was lucky. We could do everything, the best we can, and yet some patients don't make it.Finally able to take a break I checked my phone and saw that I had six missed calls and a voicemail from Sebastion and eight missed calls from an unknown number. I tried calling Sebastion back, but I got no answer only his voicemail, that's weird Sebastion always answers his phone. I called him back a few more times and still no answer, now I was getting worried. Right, when I was about to listen to his voicemail I was paged yet again. Stuck in my head worried about my little brother I didn't even realize it when I reached the nurse's station. Shaking my thoughts away ready to focus on the next patient "hey sandy, what do we got" Sandy looked at me with sad heartbreaking eyes, I swear I literally saw a teardrop on her cheek. "What's wrong," I asked concerned. Attempting to clear her throat but not entirely succeeding she spoke. "Malia" she began but stopped as if she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. her voice was hoarse, and she used my first name, Sandy never uses anyone's first name unless it's extremely important. "Malia......I have some bad news" she began to tear up, wiping her eyes she continued "it's Sebastion" My entire body tensed up, and now I was more apprehensive than I was before. "What about my brother?" I asked impatiently "Sandy what about my brother," I asked again.Before she had the chance to answer the ER doors opened, revealing the two paramedics that brought the first patient in from the crash earlier. They slowly pushed in a gurney with the body covered, they looked defeated. I raced to the patient "What do we have?" I asked the paramedics. A man with short brown hair wearing and t-shirt and shorts came in shortly after the paramedics and from the looks of it, he went for a run. "Are you Dr. Malia Dawson?" he asked. Nodding my head "Yes I am, who are you, and how did you know my name" he looked down at the floor and then back at me "My name is Grandon Michaels and your brother told me.....he" I interrupted him before he could say anything else parading him with questions "Wait you know my brother? how? have you heard from him? is he okay?" Without saying a word, I knew what he was trying to say when I saw him glance at the body covered up on the gurney, they brought it. No... No..No..Noooooo. Hoping I was wrong I slowly uncovered the body. I could feel my heart break as the sheet was pulled off and saw nothing but my little brother lying there pale, losing my composure I leaned over my brother's dead body crying. His body was cold almost ice called which meant he's been dead for over an hour. I could feel my throat closing up as it burned, my eyes filled with tears until I wailed in screams, and my heart was broken completely and utterly broken.Malia........ I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but i found myself kissing Danny. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the mood this rooftop was giving, or maybe even the story he ended up telling me, and seeing him slightly differently, I knew he was a hero to a lot of people, especially from the ones he saved on call, i knew that he cared about people despite the tough exterior he put on. Saving lives even when not on call, not everyone, not every firefighter goes through that. He was brave, tough, saved so many lives, and didn't overthink it, which shows how much he cares. I'm not sure if it was both, but I had the urge to kiss him, touch him, do things I've been fighting myself on to not do, thoughts I've been wanting to do for a while. A lot has happened tonight already, i had to stay focused on all of this instead of him i had no choice, because if i didn't, things would've for sure already escalated between us by now. When i asked the question about the other girls i was just be
Danny’s POV When I pulled up to the house and was about to go inside, the last thing I expected to see was Malia in her car, throwing her phone and hitting the steering wheel. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but I knew that it had bothered me; seeing her like this was the last thing I wanted to witness. I wanted to make it better. Despite the effects and consequences it’d have on me, knowing how exhausted and sore my body was. Knowing I had to be back at work tomorrow, working a 24-hour shift, and wanting so badly to take a hot, relaxing shower to relax my muscles, but I couldn’t let her go to her therapy session not like this not by herself. Usually, after you work a 24-hour shift, you're off for 48 hours, but because I was still on the schedule, the chief adjusted for me to help Malia recover faster, and I wanted to be there when she went back to work. I wouldn't be working a full shift; I'd be there for a few hours from the start of the shift. Luckily, Mariah had already shared wit
Malia...."WHAT THE HELL? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, DANNY? I heard Mariah's words from downstairs, followed by a smack, "Have you lost your damn mind? I don't know what's been going on with you lately, but you need to get your shit together." I had to admit I kind of felt bad for him, but then again, he did deserve it. Besides, he was the one who wanted to tell Mariah about the bullshit he pulled last night as the first step of proving himself to me, proving he meant what he said. It’s still early, just because he told Mariah doesn’t mean anything it was a start I’ll give him that but it’s going to take more than that to get me to forgive him, to actually see him proving himself to me which is exactly the same thing I told him last night but he didn’t care he still wanted to do it and I couldn’t stop it. “As an apology to malia and to me instead of relaxing at the house and doing whatever you want on your off day you are going to volunteer your services to help and take her to her p
Danny This was never supposed to have happened. When Mariah sent me that text, it was like something had taken over me. I knew I couldn’t avoid Dawson forever; I’d have to see her, talk to her eventually. Without even fully realizing it, my body acted on its own, not even giving my brain time to catch up before calling out to this woman from the club. It wasn’t until I saw Dawson trying to leave that I managed to gain back control. Fuck! I heard about this before, there are a lot of things that could factor into it, but there are only 2 I could think of momentarily that could make this happen. The first thing could be anxiety and or stress, if a person is extremely stressed out and worried it could take them to a state where they feel or sense that not only are you not in control of your body but your thoughts and emotions as well and I’ve been under so much stress lately especially due to recent events. The second would be what’s called depersonalization-derealization disorder, whic
Malia “Lia,” I sighed as Mariah yelled my name from downstairs, “it’s time to take your medicine,” she continued. I yelled back “i already did I took them 20 minutes ago but thank you” she yelled back upstairs “okay your welcome” it’s been 2 weeks since I was released from the hospital, 2 weeks since I had no choice but to stay with my bestfriend due to my injuries and 2 weeks of me almost going crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love Mariah with all my heart, and I really appreciate her and all she’s done for me. The first couple of days when I came here were great, despite the situation, I was able to spend some long-overdue time with my best friend. It was a ladies night a sleepover every night we spend more time together than we had in a while due to our busy schedules but now it’s starting to feel smothering, it was as if Mariah had forgotten that I was still able to take care of myself she treated me like I was a child with a fever and it was beginning to be to much. It seemed like a
Malia……It’s been 2 weeks since I’ve been in the hospital recovering and I was ready to get out of here technically I was able to get discharged last week but they had me stay on additional week to keep me under observation so they could monitor my progress a little more even though I had already informed them that I was fine. The lacerations on my face had healed a week ago, and the bullet that grazed me in the stomach was just a scar now. I was still feeling pain in my shoulder, of course, but the only thing that was preventing me from doing anything was the surgery. My surgical wounds would take some time to heal. Within the past few weeks, I’ve been visited by Mariah, Grandon, and my co-workers, who’ve become my firehouse family. Everyone was so worried, even the chief, who was as tough as a rock. Unfortunately, not all of them had visited me. The only ones I hadn’t seen yet were Danny and June, both of whom I’d last seen was the day of the incident. I know Danny stayed with me un
Malia.. I could hear the voices of the people closest to me almost all of them, I heard Mariah who was not only threatening me to wake up but begging and pleading through her cries it broke my heart because all I wanted to do I get up and hug her and tell her she didn’t need to worry that I was ok
Danny….Just as the cops showed up, the chief briefed them on the events that had happened and what had led to them. In the middle of the briefing, all our attention turned to the hostage's house as the door opened. My mind was still filled with worry and anger, but now, I felt a hint of relief onc
Malia… As I get to work, it starts to sink in that in just a few minutes, whether I was ready or not, whether I liked it or not, I'm going to be seeing Danny. My mind instantly fills with questions, what’s going to happen with Danny? Will he ignore me? Will he pretend it didn’t happen when he fina
Danny.. While using one arm to keep her close and perfectly in place right where I wanted her I continued to slide down in her pants, once I reached for her sweet spot she was already wet and juicy. I whispered in her ear “Wearing no underwear with me around is a bad move panda bear, you are now m







