Survival of the Fittest
Hellooooo! It's me again! I have a problem. Every time I get near the end of 1 FanFic, I come up with another! And they're all about Casualty- so it's getting a bit silly now! But anyway, doesn't matter (: Home you enjoy this one, it's a bit like the other two!
Jeff and Dixie hurried into the ambulance.
"Well, this is one to remember!" Jeff groaned.
"Yeah, great- wacky dude sets up a medical testing facility, and we get the one surviving victim?"
"Yup- looking forward to it!"
The two of them sped off.
Meanwhile, the casualty they'd been discussing was lying, frightened, as police led the only man she knew away. She called out to him in fear. But he wasn't there, he'd been led away. She looked at the two police officers, a man and a woman, and stayed still, frozen. She studied them, and used all of her brainpower to work out who they were. Her gaze fell on each of them in turn, then held out her hand.
The fake smiles slipped from the officer's faces, and they handed over the cards. The young girl held up the first- the woman's. She opened it, and looked from the photo to the officer, then back again. She then shut it, handed it back, and moved onto the man's. It matched, and she handed it back. Her head rested back on the pillow, and she rested her hand on her stomach- it was bleeding badly.
"Why did you do it?" She whispered.
"WE didn't do any of this to you. It was the man we just took away."
"Exactly. You didn't let him finish. He always fixes it when he finishes, then it stops hurting. But you took him away! Now it won't stop, and no one will care for me." The girl snapped.
"They'll be an ambulance here soon, they'll care for you!" the female officer pleaded.
"They won't know how to look after me properly… not like he did!"
The police officers sighed, and gave up.
Meanwhile, Sam and Zoe were arguing.
"Sorry, sorry! I was just saying, it would be a laugh!"
"Who's laughing?" Sam growled.
"Well, not you obviously!" Zoe sighed.
"Well, I'm so sorry I don't find if babysitting two very lovely kids so you and Linda can go out and get drunk FUN!"
"Okay, okay, I was only asking! I just thought it must get a bit lonely, without Dylan, and without many friends…"
"Oh, charming," Sam snapped.
"Oh, god- Sam, I didn't mean it like that! Come ON, I'll get down on my knees and BEG if I have to."
"Go on then." Sam smirked.
"So you wouldn't get down on your knees and beg?" Sam pointed out, moving round to the other side of the empty bed.
"Okay, no. But please, Sam?"
"Ask Lenny, or Big Mac, or Tess- or some other pushover…" Sam sighed.
"Oh, NOW who's being charming? Fine, I'll stop asking… there was no need to be so snappy…"
"Oh, great! So now I'm lonely, and snappy? Well, then you'd better find someone else to care for the kids, because I'm apparently a CROCODILE."
"Sam, that's not what I meant!" Zoe mumbled.
"Fine, I'll do it. But one sign of trouble, and I'm breaking up your little party, and leaving them with you."
"Thanks Sam, you won't regret it!" came Linda's voice from behind the curtains, and she ran in and hugged Sam, before letting go and looking embarrassed.
"Right, then. Drop them off at mine tonight, and tell them that if they don't behave, I will personally lock them in their room until morning, with nothing but a bucket and some stale bread."
Back at the room where the girl was found, Dixie and Jess had arrived. They took in the young girl lying in the bed, a pool of blood spreading from her stomach wound and staining the covers.
"Alright sweetheart?" Dixie whispered, "My name's Dixie, I'm a paramedic. What's your name?"
"I d-don't… have one," the girl groaned, looking Dixie in the eye.
Dixie paused for a second, turning back to look at the police officers, who shrugged.
"Told us the same thing," said the male police officer, who had stayed.
Dixie turned back to the young girl.
"Okay sweetheart, we're going to need to take a look at your stomach."
"It's fine, it just needs cleaning then stitching," the girl explained, pushing down the covers to expose her stomach.
Dixie gasped, because the girl was right, that was all it needed. The incision mimicked that of a caesarean section. It was a clean, neat cut, in the middle of stitching.
"When you found him, was he stitching this?" Dixie asked.
The police officer nodded.
"Right… Jeff, what d'you reckon?"
"I reckon that that's got to hurt, eh?" he looked at the girl, and she shook her head.
"It never hurts, not anymore."
"Right, let's get that bandaged up, and one of the doctors at the hospital will sort you out."
"What's a hospital?" the girl asked.
Dixie and Jeff looked at each other.
"You'll see, it's a place to make you better," Dixie smiled, and they loaded her into the ambulance.
When they arrived, Sam, Zoe and Lloyd were waiting.
"Okay, what have we got?" Sam asked.
"She doesn't know her name, and she's got an incision to her lower stomach."
They moved her onto the bed, and Sam unwound the dressing, revealing the cut.
"This looks professional!" Sam pointed out.
"I know- police found her, mad man dressed as a doctor did it, he's in police custody."
"Okay… my names Dr Nichols and I'm just going to give you some pain relief, and then…"
"I don't need it." The girl sighed.
"Okay, and why's that?" Sam asked.
"Because there's no pain for me to be relieved of."
Zoe smirked, "She sounds a bit like you," she nodded at Sam.