The Light In Your Eyes BiancaxAdore

Walking on a Tightrope...

Abrianya dropped her trauma bag and looked up at the young drag queen who was literally shaking. They didn't know her from Adam. She needed to keep the two calm so she could maintain control of the situation. She heard a cough as her patient began to speak.

"I'm okay Adore.... This young woman is here to help."

She noticed that the drag queen was starting to get pale. She needed Adore's help and fast! Having all the experience in her field, she knew this was a bad sign. She needed to focus on Bianca right now,

"Adore.... Danny.... I really need your help right now. Bianca's losing a lot of blood and I need you to hold pressure until I can call for more assistance. Do you think you can do that for me? Put your hands here and here."

Without a beat the young drag queen had knelt down to the ground.As Abrianya grabbed her hands and showed her how to apply the pressure needed to stop the bleeding. When that was settled she began to wrap the wound on the older drag queens abdomen. So it would be propping up the knife. Bianca speaks softly as a confused look came over her features.

"How did you know her name? Who are you? How do you know her?"

Abrianya looks up smirking softly. What they didn't know is Abrianya was their biggest fan. These two had helped the paramedic pull through some of her darkest moments. She had always said that if she could ever do something to repay that back she would always do it. She nodded to the two who had a look on confusion on their faces.

"My name's Abrianya. I'm a paramedic-RN and you were in real luck today. I just got off of my shift at the hospital back there. Karma seems to be working in your favor today."

She smiles and winks at Bianca who has a look of boredom etched on her face. Adore had let out a breath she was holding. Aby pointed at Bianca before she began to talk again.

"You are the season 6 winner of RuPaul's Drag Race, Bianca Del Rio, also known as Roy Haylock, a seasoned veteran of drag with a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue."

She motions to the person to her left.

"She is Adore Delano, also known as Danny Noriega, one of the runners up. A younger queen known for catchphrases like fuck, party, and pizza. She says she's a mermaid and polish remover!"

Bianca rolled her eyes before hearing her speak again.

"You two helped me by just being yourselves. I swear I thought you would never come around these parts of the US."

She became flustered as she waved her hands and spoke.

"But that is beyond the point Bianca... Roy.... Fucks sake! Now shut the hell up, and let me do what the hell I have to do here."

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number before putting it on speaker sitting it on the ground. She started digging in her bag grabbing the supplies she knew she would need. As a male voice on the other end of the line picked up.

"I swear to christ Abri......"

"There's no fucking time for that Barry. I've got a fucking trauma case and I need your help! Get me a stretcher, and get the fuck out here. I have a bit of a sensitive case out here. Pick Mary up on your way through. We could always use her help."

The male voice recognized the young woman had gone into trauma mode which meant things were bad. For her to call him directly meant she needed help.

"I'll be out in 5."

He quickly hung up his phone as he grabbed Mary pulling her with him. Running over to a stretcher unlocking it. Mary was confused and unaware of what was going on. All she knew that Barry's phone had gone off and then he went into that mode. She knew this was serious. As she followed Barry out the doors, she noticed that Abrianya's mountaineer was still here but she wasn't in it. That made the her pick up her pace. Then she noticed the bloody footprints on the ground, the opened wrappers of gauze and tape, and then Aby's cell phone. Then thing's began to become clearer in Mary's mind. Then she noticed Abrianya kneeling on the ground. Her trauma bag opened as she rummaged around in it. She noticed that there was two people on the ground as she began to process what was going on. One was laying flat on their back, covered in blood, a knife sticking out of the abdomen. The other was on their knees holding pressure on the other person's wound. Barry had stopped the stretcher jostling her as they lowered it to the ground. Then he stepped over to help Aby with her patient.