Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

GSW (Juice x Reader)

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It was 10:30 at night and you were outside, enjoying the fresh air. You just finished a week-long of 12 hour shifts and were looking forward to going home and sleeping for the next four days you had off. You hated to admit it but you were glad this night was over. This last week had taken its toll on you, tonight especially. It was times like these that you wished you'd taken up smoking. It seemed to help all the other doctor's through their stresses. You still couldn't stomach the smell. So much so that you forced Juice to smoke outside, even at home. You sighed, you missed your Old Man. You two hadn't been able to spend a lot of time together lately. He was off on runs, while you were working long hours at the hospital. It was started to strain the relationship between you two. You figured you could do something nice for him in the next couple days, maybe plan a night just for the two of you. Dinner and movie, perhaps. You were thrown from your thoughts as you spotted the flashing red lights come tearing around the corner. Your heart rate sped up and you immediately geared up to run back into the ER. You shook you head, stopping yourself and remembering that you were off for the night. That didn't stop you from thinking about your last patient that evening.

~(SOA)~

"Male, Hispanic, GSW to the shoulder, ribs and left thigh." The paramedic yelled over the commotion.

Your mind jumped to conclusions when you heard the description but a simple glance at his head proved that you had nothing to fear... yet. One of these days it was going to be your Juice being rushed through these hallways. You shook off you worries and noticed the intern standing frozen in the walkway beside you and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed the new intern and dragged him along while you talked him through the scrub in. You knew he was having a hard time. Working as Trauma doctor wasn't for the faint hearted. You remembered how lost you felt when you entered the ER for your first time. You felt for the kid, you really did but now wasn't the time to decide this wasn't the career path you wanted to take.

"Grab the sutures and follow me." You yelled, snapping the kid out of his trance.

You barked orders at him for thirty minutes straight, hoping it would clear his mind of any haze. You needed to extract the bullets as seamlessly as possible. You wanted to avoid surgery at all costs. From one glance at the kid on the table, you knew he didn't have the insurance to cover that kind of procedure. You were successful in getting out both the shoulder and leg bullets, but the one lodged in his ribcage was proving difficult. The more you tried, the more it looked like surgery was the only possible answer. The minute you decided to transfer him up he started convulsing.

"Shit!" You called out, "We're losing him. Get me the crash cart."

A nurse burst through the door with the car and you grabbed the paddles. You informed her of the charge and pushed the intern out of your way.

"CLEAR!" You yelled and slammed the paddles down onto the kid's chest.

The room held its breath, waiting for the heart beat to start. Nothing. You tried again, at a higher charge. Four more times and the kid kept flat lining. You clenched your jaw together unable to do anything more. You hooked the paddles back onto the cart while the nurse turned it off.

You turned to the intern, "Call it."

He swallowed, "W-What?"

"Time of death," You explained, "Call it."

All the colour from the intern's face drained but he glanced at the clock and mumbled, "Time of death, 9:32 PM."

~(SOA)~