Aramis-paramedic
Athos D'Art Porthos- police of a sort
Constance- new nurse
Every one gets injured, D'Art looses his memory, except for Constance, fluff, brotherhood,
"Shit" Aramis curses out of blue as he checks his phone.
"What's wrong?" Constance ask, putting down her files of paperwork and walking over to her distressed friend. His usually charming smile and playful features are schooled into a neutral expression, his brown eyes filled with worry.
"Hey? Oh. My friends, they um, got themselves into a street brawl and now our little brother's lost his memory with a concussion, Athos has a dislocated shoulder and Porthos got stabbed in the leg." He mutters, looking seconds away from punching a wall.
"Hey, hey, are they coming by car or ambulance?" Constance asks, trying to distract her friend, worry pooling in her stomach. She sighs as he grinds his teeth, mentally preparing a list of things she needs to look after Aramis' wayward friends. He sighs heavily before barking orders to the two nurses talking at the nurses station to get three beds ready. It's going to be a long night.
"Athos is driving, and Porthos is looking after D'Art in the back seat, making sure he doesn't throw up." He glares at his phone before I start following to the ambulance bay.
"Wait, 'D'Art'?" I ask, the name familiar.
"Yeah, D'Artagnan, it's a mouthful, so we call him D'Art." He keeps talking but my brain has already shut down. D'Artagnan's injured. Concussion, memory loss. Oh god. Oh dear god.
"Constance? What's wrong? Speak to me." He stops, taking his eyes off the road and turning to face me. "Constance, what's wrong?" He asks again, putting his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. She looks his worried eyes, searching for an answer but before Either can reply a black 4X4 has screeched to a halt and a team of nurses are already on the job.
She watches frozen beside Aramis as a tall, dark skinned man she recognise as Aramis's best friend/brother from the few times she has had to stitch him up after a 'street brawl'. Porthos hobbles over to us and pulls Aramis into a hug. His leg is bleeding heavily but there's a makeshift bandage wrapped around it and a nurse behind him ordering him into a wheelchair.
A second man who must be Athos is helping the nurse with the man in the back seat. The man with the scruffy black hair and beard has his arm wrapped in a makeshift sling. His shoulder looks dislocated but he seems to ignore it in favour of helping the familiar olive skinned man.
"D'Artagnan?" Constance asks warily, pushing past the nurse who's only trying to help. He's bleeding from a wound above his temple and his eyes are glazed with confusion and pain, but as soon as he sees Constance his face breaks out in a grin and surprisingly steadily, stands up to wrap his arms around her waist.
"Constance!" He grins and the man beside him looks at her as if she's just fixed everything. D'Artagnan smiles at her like the lost puppy he was when she first met him, so soon after his mothers death when they were only twelve. His smile fades as he sways dangerously and would've fallen if the man and Constance didn't steady him. "My head hurts." He whimpers as Constances instincts kick in and she gently probes the egg sized bump on his forehead.
She can't help but smiling at the big puppy she can safely call her husband. "I can imagine. Now how about we get you inside and checked over?" She asks and his smile returns.
"When are you going to run away with me?" He grins as Constance gently guides him into the hospital, avoiding Aramis' confused face. "We'll move to Paris like you've always wanted and we'll get married and have three kids and-"
"Woah D'Art." She cautions as he tilts alarmingly to side before Aramis comes out of nowhere to catch him. Constance glances back to see his two friends in the safe care of the nurses, Ninon and Samara. "And we are in Paris, we're speaking French." She points out and he looks confused again.
"So are you going to be my wife?" He smiles his lopsided charming smile again, despite the pain he must be in he's still trying to make her marry him. The puppy. Constance smiles, shaking her head as she leads him and Aramis into Trauma 3.
"If you lay down on the bed I'll give you your answer." Constance orders and she's never seen him so eager. With help he's on the bed, boots off and looking at his wife with excitement that could rival a six year olds at Disney. His wife smiles at him as she checks his vitals, his pupils are dilated and a concussion is clear, but he's okay.
"And?" He almost begs. All big brown eyes and pouting lips.
"I already am." She kisses his cheek and he smiles the biggest, happiest smile She hasn't seen on his face since their wedding.
"And I've been working with you both for what, a year, and neither of you told me?" Aramis pouts,
as I show a disbelieving husband my engagement and wedding rings on a necklace.
"In my defence I told you his name was charlie and he was a cop." I counter as D'Artagnan looks at the rings in awe. "Which is technically true."
"No it isn't, his name's D'Artagnan-"
"Charles D'Artagnan, son of the late Alexandre D'Artagnan of Lupiac in Gascony." D'Art grins like a child.
"We didn't ask for your life story." Athos drawls from the door but D'Artagnan's grin doesn't falter.
"'Fos!" The puppy smiles as I roll my eyes and push him back against the pillows.
"Okay, save the puppy act for when I sign off, right now I need you to lay back and stay awake until I can be sure you're not going to slip into a coma." I order and he pouts like a child.
"But I'm not sleepy."
"And I haven't even given you any pain killers. Now lay back mister."
