Punk Niall Series

"You Sleep With Someone Else"

You're staring at the chart in front of you, the words running together and you realize you'd been at the hospital for over forty-eight hours. Shaking your head with a yawn, you try to concentrate on the task but find it's too difficult. You've not slept in just as long, exhaustion starting to seep into your bones and you know it won't be long until you crash. Beepers start screaming around you, signaling an incoming emergency and then everything around you is chaotic. Nurses are running about, doctors barking orders in every trauma room as stretchers are rolled in. You hurry over to the young male neurosurgeon once he beckons you, rattling off medications to administer as you bustle about the room to do as instructed. The woman slipping in and out of consciousness beneath you is babbling about a baby, hands cradling your stomach and you realize she's trying to tell you she's pregnant. You falter with the medication in hand, knowing that administering it will almost surely kill the child growing inside her and you glance up to find the doctor watching you. "It's her or the baby and without her, the baby would die anyway," he tells you, flashing the light in her eyes to gauge her level of response to find that it's slow, too slow. "[Y/N]... give her the drug!" He shouts when the woman starts to crash and you jab the needle into the IV at your side. The woman is crying because no matter how unaware of her surroundings she is, she seems to understand the words spoken and your heart breaks. After she stabilizes and is moved to a room, you find you can't breathe as you stumble into the call room. "Just breathe, in and out, slowly," the doctor from earlier commands in a gentle tone, gripping your upper arms as he pulls you back against his chest so you can match his breathing. "I killed her baby, I killed a baby," you cry, tears of exhaustion and heartache spilling down your cheeks and the doctor sighs. "My first solo surgery, the patient died. She had a tumor the size of a grapefruit on her brain but I was sure I could extract it and I did. She went through the surgery beautifully; no complications and she went home to her husband and kids. A month later, the tumor grew back and she had an aneurysm. She died on my table while I tried to stop the bleeding. I cried for hours when her little girl asked why her mommy wasn't coming back. Losing patients is never easy but eventually, you grow numb to it," he assures you, stepping back when you've calmed down enough to turn to him with sad eyes. "Don't let the job interfere with your emotions or you'll lose the sparkle in those beautiful eyes," he says simply, swiping tears off your cheeks before you launch yourself at him. He's attractive, too attractive to ignore and everytime he's around the other nurses turn into an episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' while calling him "McSteamy". He shoves you against the lockers while you tug at your scrubs until they're scattered around you in the room. Kneeling, he manages to avoid knocking your head against the top bunk as he lays you against the mattress before covering you with his body. The whole thing is sweaty and drawn out, the room filled with breathy moans and gasps as he fucks the sorrow out of you. Afterwards, you both redress and sit on the mattress side by side and he chuckles. "We just became 'Grey's Anatomy'," he teases, knocking your shoulder with his and you chuckle alongside him. "Everytime you're around, it's an episode of 'Grey's Anatomy'. You should hear the other nurses talk about you," you say, watching as he stands and stretches. "I quite like the nickname, McSteamy... it's fetching. You should sleep, you've been here almost sixty-two hours," he says quietly, shocking you that he's noticed you before beckoning you to his side in the emergency room. "I always notice you," he replies to the observation you'd apparently voiced out loud, pressing a kiss to your forehead before telling you to sleep. The door shuts behind him and you fall back against the mattress, staring up at the top bunk before allowing a small smile to creep across your face before the exhaustion to takes over.