Against All Odds (E.Buckley x Female Reader)

15

I had been at New York Presbyterian for a few weeks now and I was in full swing. One morning, I was called to assist in the Emergency Department.

A pregnant woman had been in a car accident and was being rushed into surgery. As I entered the trauma bay, I was met with controlled chaos. Nurses and doctors moved with precision, each action critical in stabilizing the patient. I quickly introduced myself to the team and assessed the situation.

"We've got a 29-year-old female, 32 weeks pregnant, involved in a high-speed collision," a nurse briefed me. "Blunt abdominal trauma, suspected placental abruption."

I nodded, my focus laser-sharp. I moved to the patient's side, introducing myself and offering reassurance to the frightened woman. "Hang in there, we're going to take care of you and your baby," I said gently.

Just then, a tall, striking man with intense blue eyes and a calm demeanor entered the trauma bay. He moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, his presence commanding attention.

"What's the situation?" He said immediately. Nurses quickly brought him up to speed. "We need to assess the extent of the placental abruption and stabilize her for an emergency C-section." I told him.

He nodded, his gaze locking onto mine for a moment. "Let's get to work. Time is critical." The two of us moved in sync, coordinating our efforts seamlessly.

"Fetal heart rate is dropping," I noted, my concern growing. "We need to get her to the OR now," he said, his voice firm but calm. "You handle the baby. I'll manage the trauma." He told me.

In the operating room, we worked together, our movements synchronized as we fought to save both mother and baby. I delivered the baby swiftly and carefully, my heart lifting when I heard the first faint cries.

"The baby's stable," I announced, a wave of relief washing over me. "How's mom?" I asked the trauma surgeon.

He worked quickly to control the bleeding and repair the internal injuries. His skill and precision were impressive, and I couldn't help but admire his composure under pressure.

"Bleeding is under control," He said after what felt like an eternity. "She's stable for now."

As the team moved the patient to recovery, me and the surgeon stepped out of the OR, stripping off our gloves and masks. "Good work in there, Doctor." He said, his intense blue eyes softening as he looked at me. "Y/L/N." I blurted, "Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, new head OBGYN." I shook his hand. "Dr. Marshall." He replied

"Well you did an amazing job in there Doctor Marshall." He smiled, a hint of charm in his expression. "Call me David. And it was a team effort. You were incredible under pressure."

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words and the way he looked at me. "Thanks, It was... intense, but we did it."

David nodded, leaning against the wall. "It's always a rush, isn't it? Saving lives, working against the clock. I couldn't do anything else."

"Me neither," I agreed, feeling a deep connection with him. "There's nothing like it."

We stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of the successful surgery settling in. Then David broke the silence.

"Can I buy you a drink tonight? You deserve one." I felt a smile tug at my lips. "I'd like that, David. A lot." "Great," he said, his smile widening. "See you tonight after our shifts." He walked out and I continued my day delivering babies.

I had just finished my shift and as I was walking out of the hospital I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was Buck.

I answered the call, my voice brightening. "Hey, Buck! You wouldn't believe the day I had."