Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Professionals

Kali:

Please, please, please, Bobby... "Bobby? Bobby? Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on. Hold on, please, Mr Singer, please."

"Kali, is he dead?" Dean asked me from the front as I fumbled with my hands, trying to get a pulse but I was scared that I was going to freeze him.

"I'm checking."

Dean was getting impatient. "Is he dead?!"

His brother shot him a dark look. "Just drive, Dean! Bobby!"

His voice was thick, and close to tears. "You gotta talk to me, Baby!"

Oh, oh thank god... "All right, he's breathing. There's a pulse." Then I pulled him upright, trying to think of how to save him, but for now, I could just be Dr Forbes, the only person I really knew in my head. She was the person whom I saw I could be, but never would be. "Call the nearest trauma centre, tell them we've got someone coming in hot."

My boyfriend nodded, dialling one, before going faster, following the directions. "Bobby! Just hold on!" I begged him, hugging him as I placed a slight bit of pressure on the wound.

Once in the hospital, Bobby was put right onto a hospital bed, and I tried to argue my way in, saying I was a Dr, but they said they didn't have time and that the OR was already set up. Meaning my future methods were benched. "Gunshot wound to the right frontal area, no exit wound found. Breathing spontaneously. Respiratory rate 18 and shallow. RST at 120. BP 90 over 60. GCS 5."

"Push 80 grams of Mannitol over 30. Prep for intubation." I told them, knowing everything here, and it annoyed me that they didn't do that right away.

"Air entry clear to bases."

Yes, that was really obvious, just please, please, hurry up and save him! "Get a central line in there now!"

Sam looked at me quickly, not understanding. "What's happening? Please just tell us –"

"Get them out of here, that woman is not helping."

"Sorry. You need to stay out of their way." A nurse told us, and I stared, seeing them cut open his shirt.

Deany shook his head. "That's our uncle."

She shook her head. "You got to stay back."

"What are they doing?"

"They need to get him stable. Dean, we need to let them work."

He wasn't listening to me. "Okay, when are you gonna take the bullet out?"

The nurse was trying to explain it carefully. "If we can get the swelling down, if it's in a place we can get to, if –"

Jesu... "If he even lives that long." Then the woman pulled across the curtain, and we were left waiting, while I kept working on the shards of my phone, or what was left of it. I could fix the circuit, that part was easy, but putting the screen back, with the right alloys? I needed to get off world to do that and I didn't have the time. "Pixie Dust." 

Dean sighed, but let go of my hand, and I went onto the roof of the building, lighting up another fag, the little voice in the back of my head stopping, my brother only a body again for now. "Wow, and I thought that my dads dark days were dark, couz."

"Whoever the fuck you are, I don't give a shit what's going on." I told the voice that appeared next to me with an American accent, sitting down on the railing I was leaning against. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Oh, right, yes, you don't actually know me yet, do you? This happens when you're all, ooh, look at me, I'm fixing our family. But, you have met me, only you were a baby." She smiled at me, and I saw a mass of chocolate brown curls, dark eyes and pale white skin. "I think I was... About 14 at the time, with my dad. My dad and your dad sorta hate each other."