"Trav, Trav where is he?" Vic mumbled, disorientated and panicking.
"Where's who?" Travis asked, completely oblivious to who she was talking about, trying to get her to lie down and breathe in some oxygen.
"I want to marry him! I told him I don't but I do, I want everything, the house, the kids, the forever kind of love. I want it all with him and I ruined it." She continued to verbally offload.
"Vic, look at me, you're not making any sense."
"Man blanket, Trav, I want to marry my man blanket." She said, trying to push her oxygen mask away.
"Ok, that's great, I'm really happy for you, keep that mask on please, quick question... who exactly is your man blanket?" He probed, wondering if she actually knew what she was talking about.
Just before she could answer, Maya shouted across the wreckage from the tail portion of the plane. "I've got the Chief! 19! Chief Ripley is in bad shape, someone get me a gurney!"
Every one's heads shot up looking in Maya's direction. Robert looked straight back at Andy, pleading for her to do something, using only his eyes to communicate.
"Warren, get that gurney over here, RIGHT! DAMN! NOW!" Andy yelled, running straight over to the chief to help Maya.
When Andy got closer, she could see that he wasn't in good shape at all. She had to shake off the thoughts in her head screaming at her that this one of her closest friends, her best friend's secret love and one of Savannah's favourite people in the world. "She can't lose another Uncle, I won't let her." Andy whispered under her breath. Maya had ripped off Ripley's t-shirt revealing his incredibly purple torso, his breathing was quick and shallow and he looked pale with ice cold blue lips.
When Warren arrived with the gurney Maya and Andy lifted the chief, placing him on carefully. Warren placed the defibrillator pads straight on to him to monitor his heart rate and make sure he would be ready if he suddenly coded. Concerned with his quick and shallow breathing, Warren listened to his lungs and realised he was suffering from cardiac tamponade. "We need to release the pressure by draining the pericardial sac and fast!"
Andy and Maya stopped in their tracks and looked at Warren. "We can't do that here! We have no equipment and we're in the middle of a field!" Maya yelled.
"I have no choice, it's either that, or we lose him." Warren shot back.
"Right, let's do it, what can we do to help?" Andy asked, deciding in that split second that that's what they would attempt to do.
"I need you to help get him to the AID car and then find me the biggest needle you possibly can. There's a doppler in there too, it's not going to be as accurate as an ultrasound but it's the best we've got. One of you needs to radio Grey-Sloan so they know we're coming and to be ready incase I.. incase I pierce the heart."
"Warren..." Andy said concerned and shocked at the plan.
"I'll be careful. I promise."
They got him to the AID car, Bishop radioed ahead to inform Grey-Sloan and then got in the driver's seat ready to go as soon as she was told.
"Don't move this car until I say so Bishop, is that understood?"
"Got it Warren, now work fast, you can do this."
"I know, Andy I'm going to need you to hold his arms down, when I push this needle in it's going to release the pressure allowing him to breathe. He'll probably wake up and try to sit up. You have GOT to keep him still. I'm going to have a 12 inch needle directly adjacent to his heart!"
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FanfictionHi friends, This is a Surrera and Vicley story! Mostly Surrera but I love Vicley too🥹 In this story, Ripley hasn't died, Sullivan is Battalion Chief and Herrera is captain. Michael is also still alive and works at Station 88. I appreciate the dates...