Unexpected Love (Editing)

Chapter 60

Liliana's pov

"Come on. One more time, I'll make it quick." Jackson mumbles as he kisses me.

"No, we're not on our honeymoon anymore, Avery. We have work." I say giving him another kiss before getting out of bed to get dressed for work. Today is our first day back at the hospital after spending 2 weeks in Paris for our honeymoon and Jackson is definitely still mentally in Paris. After we both get up and finish getting ready for work, we leave to begin our day.

"Garcia, what are you doing?" Owen asks as I follow him through the hallway.

"I got your page, a tanker blew?" I ask.

"A tanker didn't blow and I meant what are you doing with Ross? Didn't you get the memo?" Owen asks looking over at Ross who's following behind me.

"We're supposed to read those?" I frown.

"Yeah, I need you and Shepherd to start using other interns. I can't have attendings playing favorites. These kids need a well-rounded education." Owen says.

"Ross, are you feeling poorly rounded?" I ask.

"No, ma'am, I'm very rounded." Ross smiles.

"Hey. I heard about the accident. A tanker blew?" Bailey asks as her and Richard join us on our way to the E.R.

"A tanker didn't blow." Owen sighs.

"Bailey, I haven't seen you outside your genome lab for a week and speaking of which, when can I have my genome mapped? I have an aunt who died of breast cancer." Richard says making us all glance at him..

"It can happen in males." Richard frowns.

"Uh, no. Yeah, it can. It's just, now I'm thinking about your breasts." Bailey say as we put on our trauma gowns.

"When did you say that tanker blew?" Richard asks.

"The tanker did not blow." Owen repeats, making us all look disappointed, because a tanker blowing would bring in lots of trauma.

"Don't look so disappointed." Owen smirks.

"Cam Miller, restrained passenger in a vehicle T-boned on its side. Vital signs stable. G.C.S. is 14. He's been disoriented." The paramedic says giving us a run down of one of the patients being brought in.

"Whoa." We all say as a strong scent fills the air when the ambulance doors are open.

"Yeah, the tanker's been leaking gas all over the road. We did a primary decontamination on scene, but we had to get him outta there." The paramedic says as they unload the patient from the ambulance.

"Okay, no open flames, no smokers, no use of cauteries. Be safe people." Owen says.

"Rachel Dawson, 42. Restrained passenger in a car with front-end damage. Closed head injury.
B.P. 110 over 70. Pulse 95." The paramedic tells me as I check the lady's pupils.

"Where's my son? Who has Ethan? Does my husband have Ethan?" She asks obviously distressed.

"I told her they're right behind us." The paramedic tells me.

"Okay, let's get her evaluated." I say as we roll the patient inside and I begin examining her.

"What was that?" Shane asks as we hear an explosion and feel the building move a little.

"The tanker must've just exploded. This hospital's about to be packed with patients." I sigh

"Looks like you picked the right day to come back to work." Shane says.