Just some yuri one-shots (｡◕ ∀ ◕｡)
Requests are closed and I won't be taking any of it in unless I run out of ideas then I will look through the comments section for a request I like to write
(A/N: In this story, the reader is my MC in Open Heart. I'm still going to use (Y/N) but I thought it would be fun to use my MC. I also really enjoy photoshopping stuff so yeah. Please enjoy these edits! uwu)
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~No One's POV~
It's all happening too quickly. Everything is happening at once.
A recent bombing occurred in a work building in the city, injurying numerous people. And now they're all rushing in at once. Your head is rushing and you could feel your blood pumping through your vessels as you watch numbers of patients being rushed in. You snap your head side to side as nurses yell out for help with patients. All you saw were the bright lights in the emergency room and red from all the blood around you.
You held your head as you felt your head throb in pain. You began to breathe heavily as panic rose in your chest. "Dr. (L/N)!" Someone shouted and grabbed your shoulders, snapping you out of your daze. You saw your coworker, Aurora Emery, giving you a hard glare as she shook your shoulders. "Snap out of it! We need your help!" She shouted and let go of you. You took deep breathes as she ran off to help the nurses.
You shook your head as you unsteadily ran over to one of the patients. The patient was covered in cuts and bruises but the wound that drew your attention was the huge gash running down her forearm. She was losing too much blood.
You quickly went to find a towel to apply to the wound but the time you came back, the patient's eyes were empty and her chest was no longer rising and falling. You stood there, struck by shock and horror as you clenched the towel in your hands.
You gulp as you ripped off the yellow, green, and red triage tags, leaving the black one showing to tell the other nurses and doctors that the patient was deceased or there was no chance of saving them.
"What are you doing just standing there?! Get your ass moving!" You heard Dr. Mirani yell at you. You quickly moved on to your next patient.
Everything was happening too fast. Everything was falling apart.
Almost all of the patients you tried to help or went to were dead or would die midway when you were trying to assist them. The rest were in critical conditions and were suffering through things like internal bleeding, head injuries, issues dealing with cardiac or respiratory.
As the chaos still raged on, you went over to a small boy, around the age of 8. He was shaking from fear as he leaned against the wall. He was breathing heavily while crying. "Hey, I'm Dr. (Y/N). I'm here to help you okay? But I need to know what's wrong." You said softly as you bent down next to the little boy. The boy looked up at you, eyes filled with tears as he tried to form words.
"I-I-I want to see my mommy and daddy again.." He managed to say, his voice cracking and weak. You gulped, feeling your heartache. "You will soon okay. They'll be okay. I need to know what's wrong?" You repeated as you examined the boy. He didn't have any major injuries that you could spot.
