Once Upon A Wonderland~ Killian Jones

You've Got Me Hooked

Word count: 1409

Standing in the lab, I analyzed a set of X-Ray scans. Killian Jones' X-Ray scans, to be exact.

He broke three ribs, the second, fifth and sixth. The second and fifth were oblique fractures, breaks with a jagged edge, but the bones seemed not too displaced, being held in by his cartilage. The sixth was worse, a comminuted fracture. It was shattered in three places. Unfortunately, there was virtually nothing I could do besides give him painkillers. 

Dr. Whale opened the door with a loud bang, eyes droopy. He was holding a file of CT scans. I assumed it was for the other trauma that came in, the guy that hit Killian with his car.

"Is it true? Can strangers come to Storybrooke now?" I asked him. He looked at me with a tired expression on his face.

"Yes." He muttered. He pulled the black sheer files from their case and snapped them into place on the illuminated board.

I turned back to my set of scans. "What are we going to do about it?"

"Nothing," Dr. Whale sighed. "We're not going to do anything." I frowned at his pessimism. 

He clipped the scans to the board, a black and white picture of a man's abdomen. 

"Ooh, that looks bad." I changed the subject, looking at the CT scan. He had internal bleeding in his chest. I shuddered involuntarily. It sounded terrifying. To not have any air, to feel the liquid sloshing around, but thinking that you weren't in water, and you hadn't been in water all day. So how could you be drowning?

"Want some help on the surgery? Me and Dr. Kepner could scrub in, she's been really eager to do more trauma cases." I offered. As I spoke to Dr. Whale, I noticed a stench in the air. I sniffed the air tentatively. It was coming from Dr. Whale, and it was the smell of alcohol.

I immediately gained a great dislike for Dr. Whale. No matter how bad your problems were, you were never supposed to drink on the job. If you did, lives would be at stake.

"On second hand... maybe Kepner and I will take over. We can just notify the family and then we'll call a cab to take you home." I eased into the sentence. Dr. Whale looked at me.

"That's very nice of you. You can take over my surgery, if you want, but I won't be going home for a little bit." He said, taking down the scans.

"Um, okay," I replied, raising my eyebrows. I peeled the scans off of the x-ray board and followed Dr. Whales out of the dark room.

We walked down the hallway in silence until we reached the waiting area of the Storybrooke hospital, where a large group of people stood solemnly. I recognized all of them immediately. Some good friends, others acquaintances. I saw Mary Margret and David, the first of who was one of my closest friends, Emma and Leroy, who I didn't know that well but still saw every once in a while, and Ruby, another good friend of mine. They were all arguing about something, but stopped when we came walking up. I smiled the warmest smile I could muster as I approached the group.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say one word Dr. Whale and I were bombarded with questions. "Please, please! Quiet down," Dr. Whale hushed, looking stressed out. "I'm sure you're all worried about the patients, but you'll never hear anything if you don't be quiet," The group went silent with Dr. Whale's reprimand. He took a deep breath, putting his hands on his hips. "What happened is that the John Doe has internal bleeding in his chest." Another volley of questions rained down on us.

"Well, fix it then! Stop the bleeding!" Emma said angrily.

"It's not that simple." Dr. Whale huffed, looking tired. I broke into the conversation.