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Harry-
"Okay, I need you to relax. This isn't going to feel good," you pushed his hair away from his face, trying to ease the panic plastered across it as he struggled for a breath.
You'd been thrown into an ambulance on an emergency call not too far into the city. You had not been expecting to be running into the nicest hotel in a 200 mile radius, or to be directed straight to the penthouse. But here you were, kneeling on marble tile, cradling Harry Styles' head in your arms as he struggled for a breath.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead as you glanced down at the syringe in your colleague's hand. You watched Harry's face shrivel with pain as the epipen sunk into his leg, and with a gasp, air filled his lungs.
Before a word could escape his mouth, your lips were already moving, "Hey, love. It was an allergic reaction. It was a close one, but everything will be fine once we get you to the hospital, yeah?"
He responded with a weak nod.
"Can you talk? Tell me how you're feeling," but he was being pushed onto a gurney before he had a chance to answer.
As the paramedics buzzed around him, strapping him onto the wheeling bed, he kept his eyes on you, releasing a quiet squeak of a "Thank you," as he was wheeled out the door and into the elevator.
Louis-
"Mr. Tomlinson?" you stood stiffly at the side of the hospital bed, studying the monitor beside you intently as you sensed him waking from his grogginess.
"Mmm," his eyes blinked open, clouded with anesthesia.
"Mr. Tomlinson, I'm DR. Y/L/N," your eyes flicked back to him, pulling your clipboard away from your chest, "There was a clot in your lung. That's what caused all the blood when you coughed," your voice was all business, "The scope couldn't reach the clot, either, so we were forced to open you up."
You watched as fear settled into his features, his gaze moving to the stitches lining the center of his chest, "Wait...what? What happened..."
"So far you're doing great," you did your best to reassure him, your tone softening at the pain in his blue eyes, "We're just worried about infection right now."
He nodded slowly, "Wow. It's just...I—I almost died?"
"But you didn't."
He looked up at you, lips parted in awe, "Thank you. Thank you so much—I, I don't even know what to say."
You smiled, nodding slightly, "You don't have to say anything. It's my job."
Niall-
"Sir, could you quiet down," you mumbled, examining the open wound in front of you, "Sir, I know it's painful, but you need to calm down—" you were interrupted by more yells of pain. Running your gloved hand across the raw skin of his abdomen, you tried your best to assess the damage, but the screams were too distracting, "Excuse me?" you stuck your face up close to his, "What's your name?"
His brow furrowed, eyes still closed against the agony, "Niall," he mumbled, clenching his fists.
"Well Niall," you raised your eyebrows, "I'm in the middle of saving your life so if you would't mind bringing it down a decibel..." you made a sweeping motion with your arm, indicating his battered body.
You hated to use such an aggressive approach with a patient, but frankly, he wouldn't shut up and you needed to concentrate on getting out whatever broken glass was left in his body so you could get him into surgery stat.
Your harsh tone caused his eyes to open against the blinding hospital lights, and his gaze connected with yours. He kept you in his sight for a moment before nodding solemnly and tightening his jaw, "Sorry," and gluing his mouth closed.
"There you go," you flashed a sarcastic smile, "If it counts for anything, pain meds are on their way."
Liam-
You were choking on the smoke drifting from the burning windows as you squinted your eyes against the black clouds. You could feel the heat even from this far away. A crash sounded and voices broke through the fumes–you barely managed to jump out of the way as a pair of firefighters dragged a limp body in front of you.
You fell to your knees, examining the burned body. It only took moments to assess the damage and you immediately set to work bandaging. "Sir?" your small voice could barely be heard through the chaos around you, "Sir, are you awake?"
A fit of coughing followed, interspersed with inaudible words, "No, no. It's okay, you don't have to talk," you tightly wound gauze around his shoulder as he let out a gut wrenching moan, "I know it hurts–we're going to get you out of here soon. Just hold on–can I have a gurney over here!" you shouted over your shoulder.
You focused your attention back on him, trying to tend the burns all over his body, "I know it hurts to speak, I just need to know your name, alright? Tell me that and you don't have to say anything else."
His face contorted, and another round of coughing ensued as he wheezed, "Liam."
"Liam. I like that," you nodded, "Well Liam, stick it out for a little longer and I swear on my life that I will save yours."
Zayn-
"Charge to 300!" you were panting as you quickly tugged the defibrillator paddles from the nurse's hands, "Clear!" you shouted and with a rush, everyone stepped away from the hospital bed. You pressed the paddles firmly to the chest of the man in front of you, feeling the electricity pulse through him and keeping your eyes set intently on the monitor.
"Charge to 400!" you weren't giving up that easily, "Clear!" but as the shock ran through his body, the monitor once again found no response.
"C'mon, love. You got it in you," you mumbled quietly, "Charge to 500! Clear!" the pulse resonated once again, but this time, it was accompanied by a series of erratic beeps. You exhaled with relief, handing the paddles back to the nurse.
Your brief celebration was interrupted by a guttural moan as he awoke, however. Leaning, you watched as his eyes fluttered open and with a solemn smile, you nodded, "Welcome back, Mr. Malik."
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so i hoped you like those ones. my fav was zayn's because i love that heart machine thing that can bring you to life. it's like jesus in a machine.
okay bye now xoxo
