The Night Shift One-Shots

Don't Tell TC! - Part 1

"Niamh!" Drew called across the ER when he saw the teenager traipse in, blood pouring from her shoulder. The whole team had become so close with Niamh Callahan as they'd pretty much all had to look after her outside of the hospital at some point. "Niamh, honey, what happened?"

"I got shot, Drew. What does it look like?" She snarked, looking around. He knew she was checking her parents weren't around.

"Well, you're sarcasm's intact. C'mon, let me check you ou- hey, hey, I got you." He supported her as she passed out, collapsing forwards. "Kenny, a little help here?" He asked over the desk, catching the nurse's attention.

"I got her," Kenny swept the girl off her feet and carried her through to one of the cubicles. "We got time for a type and cross or just O-neg?" He checked with the attending.

"She's AB-negative, like Jordan." Drew reeled off, not looking up, busying himself with collecting the correct equipment to remove the bullet and close the wound.

The GSW itself was far across on her left shoulder, nearly in her throat. He'd need Scott to come and check it out, make sure nothing important was damaged and needed surgery. Once Scott had been paged, Kenny returned with two units of blood.

"Hang 'em now. Scott's coming to do a consult, I don't know what's damaged and what needs repairing. Oh, and don't tell TC or Jordan."

"Agreed." Kenny acknowledged as he put in a line and hung the blood to begin infusing. "What happened?"

"I don't know. I never got that far with her. She got all sarcastic, then passed out. Her hoodie's soaked with blood, I'd say a pint lost, maybe two? TC around?"

"No, I thought we didn't want him to know?"

"We don't, that's why I'm asking."

"What don't we want TC to know?" Scott interrupted, walking into the cubicle and closing the curtain behind him. "Ah, that would explain what we don't want TC to know." He commented upon recognising the unconscious teen in front of him.

"I need a consult before I take the bullet out and stitch it up. Make sure nothing important is damaged and it's just a tissue wound." Drew explained to Scott, absent-mindedly running his hands through Niamh's hair. He and Rick had had to babysit her so many times she was practically a second daughter to them.

"Nothing seems too damaged, nothing that can't be repaired by stitching up I don't think, but I'd like to stay while you remove the bullet, in case it's holding anything closed behind it. The amount of blood says it's nicked her Jugular, but I can't be sure while it's still in there." Scott concurred.

It was tense in the cubicle while Drew carefully and precisely removed the offending item. When the wound began filling with blood, Scott leapt into action.