A Blue Reality

Let The Fun Begin

Content warning: medical scene depiction and mention of blood. Reader discretion advised.

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"Please tell me Dr. William isn't losing his head."

Edward snickered, his mid-yawn fleeting as he came up to the station, lightly and somewhat rolling his very tired eyes. "He's not," he said, resting his forearms against the counter. "But I wouldn't blame him if he was."

Nurse Will, slouched behind the station in front of his computer screen that was making his eyes start to droop, sighed heavily. "Rightfully so." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, pinching to clear the heavy taint of sleep threatening to drag him down. Edward smiled, equally tired and ready for some one-on-one time with his pillow and bed. A few feet from the station, a ward was open and on full display.

Edward glanced at the ward, his chest going thunk at Alina. She was sound asleep, had been for the last few hours since her bloody incident. A few times, she roused, slipping in and out of concision, but only for a few brief moments.

During those moments though, she was incoherent, weighed down in a daze, unable to make out much around her. She'd caught voices, soft, gentle, and worried, both nurses, each taking turns in reassuring she was safe. That is was alright to close her eyes again and drift off. To rest, recover.

They were relieved when she slept again, her monitors silently tracking her bp to show nothing was wrong, beeping a quiet lullaby. At the same time though, they worried over just how obviously unwell she was, too weak to stay concision.

Something was terribly amiss, something that went beyond being homesick, which neither nurse believed to be the case. Alina had every right to be nervous and anxious, and yes, maybe her first bought of retching could've been her emotions finally getting the best of her. But now? After a second time? And with a severe bloody nose? No, something else, something new, was going on.

Will let loose a sigh. "What's the plan?"

Edward turn his sad gaze to the counter, downcast. He ran a hand through his hair. "Bloodwork," he mumbled.

Oh, boy.

"Alina's gonna love us."

Edward chuckled. "No shit."

Will leaned back in his chair. "I'm guessing they want it done as soon as possible."

They, as in two doctor going berserk, one a little more worked up than the other.

"Preferably tonight, and if we're lucky, while she's asleep."

Will whistled lowly. "Anything else?"

"She needs a transfusion."

"Damn."

Damn, indeed. The two nurses had worried over the possibility of a blood transfusion being required. A small piece of Edward had hoped Alina wouldn't need one for the sake of her comfort, but they knew it would be unavoidable. An unhappy necessity, that come morning (when her bloodwork was in) would most likely scare her senseless.

It would practically scream something was wrong. They'd have to reassure her she was okay, that she wasn't bleeding out, and that everything was going to be fine, save her from running out the door. The amount of blood she'd lost wasn't a lot, but looked like it had been, enough to warrant Dr. William and Dr. Carlton deeming it necessary. Alina was definitely going to love them.

"You have any good news for me?" Will dared to ask after moments' silence.

"If you consider having both Dr. William and Dr. Carlton ordering us to play fill in the blanks with her file, then sure."