The Night Shift One-Shots

Multiple Pairings - The Fire {part 1} - [REQUESTED]

Request by:-storywritter-

Jordan x TC

Drew x Rick + Brianna

Kenny x Gwen (Sorry, I just think they were really cute)

Warnings: Character death. I apologise (no, I really don't!)

A/N: Thank you to  for another amazing request. I have to admit, this was difficult to write, so much so that I haven't even finished Part 2, i just needed to upload this week. ENJOY

Elliott xx

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"OK, listen up everyone," Mollie called out as she put the phone down. "That was dispatch. We have a car pileup on a bridge on highway one-ninety. Multiple casualties reported and they need backup."

"I'm going. Topher, you coming brother?" TC questioned, already halfway to the locker room to grab his stuff. Topher ran down the corridor after him and the two emerged less than a minute after, kitted out.

"The chopper's waiting, boys," Mollie commented.

"TC, wait!" Jordan cried. "Stay safe. I just got a news update and it's looking bad. The bridge looks like it's going down at some point, so just – just be careful, we both need you." She pulled him down and kissed his forehead before pushing him out the door, her free hand cupping the bottom of her small, but definitely there, baby bump. "Go save some lives. Now get out of my ER.

"Damn, this is nasty, Toph," TC said sombrely as he looked out the side of the helicopter down onto the highway below them. The chopper landed a small distance from the accident.

"Docs it's not looking good over there. We've got twenty, possibly thirty casualties out already. Some have been stabilised and are already on their way to University Hospital. The others are being tagged as we speak. We need you to look at the more severe injuries and stabilise them for travel. There are no more trapped in the cars, but we need to try and move them away from the wreckage, it could all go up in flames any moment now." The officer ordered, pointing towards the pileup behind them. "Come this way, it's the safest way over the bridge, the structural integrity's already failing." The two doctors followed the mam the long way around the wreck to where there were many ambulances parked.

"Topher, take the bleeding guy over there, I've got the unconscious woman here." TC directed, sweeping down to the woman. She had an orange tag stuck to her blouse, and her stats were written on her right forearm. She was stable – for now – but her crush injuries could quickly deteriorate; she'd been labelled wrong, she needed red. "Hey! Get her to hospital, now!" TC yelled. "She's been labelled wrong – her lungs are close to collapsing!" He finished. Incompetent morons, he thought.

"TC over here!" Topher screamed over the racket the sirens and screams of traumatised people were making. "We gotta stabilise who we can, and prioritise some, but this guy here, he needs to be airlifted out. He's too unstable for road travel. He's staying in an ambulance while we work on whoever we can, but we need to clear the place – it's on the brink of collapsing under our feet" Panic spread through TC.

"O – OK. Let's get everyone out, tag them up as fast as we can, then head back with that guy in the chopper." Topher agreed and they split up again, tagging people quickly, writing their stats, symptoms and injuries on their arms, then moving on. Within ten minutes, the place was clear, apart from the one man.

TC met Topher back at the helicopter, where the man had been positioned. "He's unconscious now, but his pelvis is shattered, and there are possible neck and C-spine injuries." Topher relayed to TC as they sat in the helicopter. The familiar journey back to SAM began, but they soon turned off course.

"Sorry, boys. We're being diverted to University. S.A.M's ER has gone up in flames."