Okay, this is my first ER fic so please be kind. I never thought I'd write an ER fic but, this story came to me one night while I was in the shower and I figured I should just go with it. I haven't exactly figured out where I'm going with it but I guess I'll just let it flow. I hope you like it and please send me your comments/suggestions!
"We're going to be late!" Neela shouted, pounding on the closed door. She folded her arms across her chest, angrily. She had been standing outside for the last twenty minutes, trying her best to stay calm while her bladder screamed that it needed to be emptied. As Neela raised her hand to the door once more, she heard the shower being turned off and the door swung open.
"It's all yours," Ray smirked, holding the towel at his waist. Water dripped down his body and began forming a small puddle on the floor.
"You're dripping," Neela informed him as she brushed past him, trying her best not to stare at his chest. Their skin made contact quickly, his arm rubbing against her shoulder. She tried to ignore the shiver of excitement that ran down her spine.
"You're welcome," Ray said as Neela slammed the door behind her.
It was a usual morning for them, fighting over the bathroom. Neela was usually able to sneak in the shower before he even woke up in the morning but she had spent all night working and, after only four hours of sleep, her body just wouldn't let her get up any earlier and she indulged herself in oversleeping. While she was waiting outside of the bathroom, she reminded herself never to oversleep again.
Ray stood in the hallway for a moment, staring at the closed door. It amazed him that just seeing her could elicit such feelings from him. Even with her hair matted from her pillow and her clothes wrinkled from sleeping, seeing her for just a few, short seconds, made him feel more alive than he had ever felt before.
Shaking his head, Ray sauntered back to his bedroom.
A half hour later, they had both successfully made it into work on time. Before they even had time to drop off their things in the lounge, Pratt was yelling Neela's name and Ray was summoned to triage. It was going to be yet another long shift.
"There was a man hit by a car," Jerry announced to anyone who was listening, the phone still attached to his hear.
"How bad?" Neela asked.
Jerry hung up the phone. "Didn't say."
"How far out?"
"Alright, I've got it," Neela announced. "Chuny, you're with me."
Neela quickly grabbed a pair of gloves from a box hanging on the wall and she and Chuny headed outside. The ambulance pulled in minutes later, followed by two police cars.
"What's going on?" Neela asked as the two police officers got out of their cars and went to the back of the ambulance.
"This man's a prisoner," one of the officers answered.
"What's he in prison for?" Chuny asked.
"Rape and murder," the other officer answered.
Neela reached for the door handle of the ambulance without skipping a beat.
"This guy's a real asshole," the officer stated, blocking Neela from being able to open the door.
"He may be an asshole but he's an asshole who needs medical attention." She maneuvered past him and opened up the door. Two more police officers were sitting inside with the paramedics.
"What have we got?" Neela asked as the paramedics lowered the gurney from the ambulance and rolled it towards the hospital doors.
The paramedics caught Neela up to speed, spouting off his vitals. He had been knocked unconscious but the severity of the damage was unknown. The officers, who were walking with them explained that he had been hit by one of the transport vans just as he was about to be transferred to a different prison.
"We think he jumped," one of the officers remarked.
"What's his name?" Chuny asked.
"Harry Marx," one of the officers answered.
"We should have let the bastard die on the street," another commented.
"Officers, if you will be please wait outside, Neela ordered as they wheeled him into the trauma room.
"We're not leaving
"This man's barely breathing. I don't think he's going anywhere considering his state," Neela snapped back impatiently. "Besides, it looks like you've got him pretty well secured." She pointed to the pair of metal handcuffs that chained him to the bed.
"We'll be right outside," one of the officers stated.
The officers hesitantly stepped out of the room but did not go far from the doors. Neela worked quickly, rechecking his vitals and ordering the necessary tests.
"What's going on?" Pratt asked as he swept in through the swinging doors. "What's up with Miami vice out there?"
"Convict," Neela reported. "Looks like he's got blood in his belly and maybe a broken pelvis. He's got to go up to surgery."
"I'll call them," Chuny said as she reached for the phone.
"You got this Neela?" Pratt questioned, not doubting Neela's abilities for a moment. If anyone, she was the person who could handle a trauma alone and, with the rate that people were pouring into the ER, this man wouldn't be the only patient she'd have to handle by herself.
"All set," Neela replied.
"Surgery's ready for him," Chuny announced, hanging up the phone.
"He's stable. Let's bring him up," Neela decided.
Neela quickly raised the side bars of the gurney and, with Chuny's help, pushed the gurney through the swinging doors and into the elevators.
Just minutes later, she was back in the ER, her patient upstairs being prepped for surgery. Neela walked towards the reception desk and grabbed the man's chart.
"He gonna make it?" One of the officers asked her as he walked up to the desk.
"I thought you had both gone upstairs," Neela answered as she began filling out the necessary information.
"Jack and Luke did. I've got to get back to the prison but I gotta know. He gonna make it?"
"Looks like it."
"How long is he going to be here?"
"It's difficult to say. The surgeon would be able to tell you more." Neela answered as she began filling out the chart.
"You should have let him die," he stated.
Impatiently, Neela set the chart down on the counter.
"If you and your buddies wanted him to die so much why'd you call an ambulance and bring him to the ER?" Neela quipped. She wasn't usually so hostile with the people she spoke to but the lack of sleep and the five minute, cold shower she had that morning did not leave her in the mood for conversation.
The man didn't respond. Neela rolled her eyes and began to walk away but the officer grabbed her tightly by the arm.
"Let go of me!" She commanded.
"He's a smart man," the officer explained. "That man could talk his way out of anything. He was sentenced to life after raping and murdering the two women who lived next door to him. He was released on parole and somehow sweet talked his way to get the judge's address who sentenced him in the first place." The officer's grip grew tighter. "He found her at home and murdered her and her family that same night. Two little boys, five and eight. Took us three years to catch him again and, when we finally did, he talked his way into a mental institution instead of prison."
"My job is to be a doctor, not a judge," Neela explained. "Now let go of me!"
"I just thought you should know who you're dealing with. Don't underestimate him."
"Is there a problem?" Ray asked as he walked up behind Neela.
The officer immediately let go of Neela's arm and briskly walked away. Neela rubbed her sore arm.
"Did he hurt you?"
"What was that all about?"
"Just some guy I treated."
"You sure you're
"I'm fine, Ray."
"GSW to the chest. Ten minutes out!" Jerry shouted, the phone again clutched in his hand.
"Got it," Ray and Neela said at the same time.