The Night Shift One-Shots

It wasn't your fault - [REQUESTED]

What is this? A new chapter two days running! 

Don't expect this to be a regular occurrence, people. I just got a really good request from a reader and wrote it really quickly. Give me an interesting request or a What If ideas and this is what you'll get! Maybe this is my challenge for you guys - send me a load of requests and see if I can get a chapter out every day for a week. 

REQUEST FROM JustOneMoreChaper

Jordan and her sister have an argument, and her sister runs from the hospital. TC is later called to a sniper victim and it's Jordan's sister?

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"Olivia, listen to me for once in your life, I know it's not fair that I have to work nights, and that you have to stay in the breakroom while I'm on shift, but there is nowhere else for you to go right now!" Jordan argued, voice ever calm and composed but teetering on the edge of bite.

"Can I not stay at Alyssa's house?"

"No, you can't. It's not fair on Alyssa's mom to have you every night I'm on shift. I'm happy if she offers, but I'm not going to ask. I would take you to TC's, but he's working tonight, as is Drew."

"What about Rick, is he working nights at the moment?" Olivia asked, voice full of hope.

"Unfortunately he is. Now, Liv, my shift starts in five minutes, will you please go and stay in the break room? TC's been extra nice and has set up a kind of nest corner for you to relax in, and it's right next to a plug socket so your laptop won't die, but I would appreciate it if you'd get some sleep tonight."

"Well, I would appreciate it if you let me have some freedom for once!" Olivia snapped; she ran out of the hospital doors. Jordan sighed and headed to get her scrubs on, dropping Liv's laptop bag into the breakroom - where Liv should have been.

TC came up behind her and kissed her. "What's the matter, you're all tense and the shift hasn't even started." He commented, rubbing her shoulders.

"Liv's getting annoyed with being here, we had an argument a couple of minutes ago and she ran out. I don't know where she's gone, but she has her phone."

"Like that's gonna put your mind at rest." He quipped, knowing Jordan too well. "I'm sure she's gone to a friends house."

"I think she has too. Ok, come on, let's go do what we do best."

Three hours into the shift, Mollie got a call from dispatch saying there'd been a shooting, and there was one victim too unstable for road transport. TC went out in the chopper with Drew.

"Docs, she's over here. About fourteen, fifteen at most. Three GSW's to her abdomen, and one to her shoulder. She fell off a two-storey building from the shots. Pelvis is unstable." The paramedic reeled off as they walked over to the casualty. TC swore when he saw her.

Olivia.

"Drew call back to SAM, tell them it's Olivia, and to prepare Jordan for the worst. Tell Scott to prep for surgery, she'd gonna need it." He snapped harshly. That was the tone that Drew knew better than to argue with. "Liv, Olivia can you hear me?" he tapped the teenager's face gently. Nothing. He didn't expect anything more, not from the amount of blood she'd lost, but he just had to check.

TC looked back up to the waiting paramedic. "I need a pelvic binder and ten of morphine," he ordered. Whether she was conscious or not, she would be in a hell of a lot of pain. Drew returned to his side.

"I spoke to Mollie. When she told Jordan she started to have a panic attack. Scott's prepping for surgery and fully prepared for you or Jordan to scrub in with him. Kenny's sat with Jordan now." TC nodded in agreement, then looked back to the bleeding teen.

The paramedic returned soon after with the requested items and Drew and TC set to work securing the binder and administering the meds.

Within fifteen minutes of arrival on scene, Olivia was in the chopper with the doctors and being transported back to SAM. Halfway back, however, Olivia stopped moving air.

"Ambubag her Drew, I'll start CPR." Drew very quickly realised that he was not in charge on this case, and submitted to his role, knowing TC would never forgive himself if he didn't do everything he could.

When they finally got into the ER, TC was kneeling on the gurney beside Liv, still administering CPR. "I need ten of adrenaline, right now!" He yelled out to whoever would listen as they were pushed into a trauma bay. Kenny administered the drugs and - 

Pure evil, I know, leaving you on a cliffhanger, but the second half will go up tonight, I'm just proofreading and wanted to get something up for you.