A New Life

6.

(Santana's POV)

My pager is beeping like crazy on my nightstand which wakes me up. I look at the code and it's the hospital, gotta be some sort of emergency. I shoot up out of bed and try to find some clothes to put on, all whilst dialling for my babysitter. It's 2:00am in the fucking morning, I wasn't meant to be on call but obviously because of short staffing of surgeons I never really get a proper day off. The babysitter literally lives about a 5 minute drive away, so she gets here in no time as I jump in my car and head to the hospital. Thankfully the freeway is dead, it is the middle of the night after all. I pretty much stay in the fast lane the whole journey so I don't have to keep overtaking HGV's and tankers. I cut across all four lanes at the last minute to take the exit, from coming off the freeway the hospital is basically just a stones throw away. Luckily my reserved parking spot is right near the main entrance, I skid to a halt and jump out of the car and head trait into trauma.

"What have we got?" I say, shocked that no one is running around frantically. "Where's the big disaster?" I ask Torres who's turn it is to watch the pit tonight. "There isn't a big trauma, just one nasty looking injury that no one wanted to touch." She says wincing at the mental image replaying in her mind of the injury. "Is the patient stable?" I ask Torres. "Yeah, but in a lot of pain." She says as she takes me to the private room where the patient is being held. "And you couldn't have drugged them up with morphine and waited until the morning?" I say a little annoyed to not walking into the sight of blood and guts. "Trust me, when you see this...you'll see why we paged." I take the clipboard off Torres and start scanning through the notes already taken on the patients condition. "No name?" I ask Torres. "He's unconscious." She explains. "And his girlfriend is in too much shock to speak." Torres adds. "Great! Just what we need...more work." I roll my eyes as Torres and I enter the room.
"Brittany?" I am stunned to see a distraught looking Brittany sat in the chair next to the hospital bed. I then turn my head to find it's Jax who's the trauma patient. He's head as been impaled by a giant rusty nail, you can only just see the tip of it sticking out. "Jesus...what happened" I say as I put on some latex gloves to take a closer look at what I'm dealing with. "We left yours and we got into this huge fight about how drunk he was and how he had upset you with the whole London thing. I was trying to calm him down but he kept losing his balance, wouldn't let me help him into the house. Then...then he lost his footing and fell backwards into a pile of wood and nails that the workmen had left from the day. There was just blood everywhere...I-I didn't know what to do!" Brittany cries out in despair. "Britt you didn't think to take him to the hospital that's closer?" I ask her. "I wanted you to treat him. I know it's probably the last thing you want and it's shitty of me to expect you to. But...but I need to make sure he's okay." Brittany's eyes begin to well up from her threatening tears.

"Work is work. He's just another patient. I'll change into some scrubs and I'll have him sent up for a CT to see just how much damage is being caused." Without another word or glance at Brittany I leave the room and head to my office to change into my navy blue scrubs. I cannot believe this is fucking happening!! Of all people this had to happen to, it's him. One of the hardest things about my job is remaining impartial, giving everyone the right to fair and equal treatment. Don't get me wrong, Jax isn't a convict or anything. He's only the soon to be ex wife's boyfriend. I've treated murderers and rapists so I'm sure I can deal with Jax. Just given the choice I wish I didn't have to.  I've paged for Jax to be taken for a CT whilst I scrub up and get changed. This is going to be one hell of a night. Whilst Jax is upstairs getting his scan I go back down to his room to check on Britt. "Here" I hand her a cup of water from the dispenser. "Thanks" she says, wiping away her tears. "Will he be okay?" Britt asks me, I can hear the clear worry in her voice. "We'll know more after the CT." I say shortly, trying to remain professional. "Santana...I am so sorry about Lon-"  I get up from the chair next to her and stand in front of her. "It's not the time. I don't want to hear it." Yet again I walk out, leaving Brittany alone in the room. I head up and meet Torres at CT. "How's it looking?" The scans have come up in the computer. "He's one lucky son of a bitch." Torres laughs in disbelief. "You can say that again." I say leaning forward to get a closer look. The nail isn't as long as I had anticipated, they've just cracked through the skull ever so slightly. They haven't hit his brain, but they're in deep enough for me to have to open him up. "Let's get the OR booked so we can get these bad boys out." I instruct.  "Ummm we? I'm meant to be covering the pit" Torres says. "Call Kepnar she can do it. You're coming with me." I give Torres and nod and head down back to Brittany to share the news.