this idea came to me last night when I was watching untold stories of the e.r and one of the nurses got shot, so, yeah.
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"So you're not gonna be home for another two hours?" My fiance Tyler asked over the phone. I laughed.
"I told you I wasn't this morning when I left for work. My shift doesn't end until 3, so yes I'm not gonna be home for another two hours," I reply while looking through my lunchbox to see if I accidentally packed more fruit snacks.
"But I want to cuddle," Tyler complained.
"Believe me so do I. Stressed out after a patient went into cardiac arrest. We got her back though, thankfully," I breathe out. What was I? A nurse in the most chaotic place known in the world, an emergency room. I met Tyler in high school. We became close friends. I had told him I wanted to work in the medical field and he encouraged me to follow my dreams, just as I did his dreams of working in the music industry. We started dating when I began nursing school. 5 years later and here we are. He started a band called Twenty One Pilots with our good friend Josh Dun. Life couldn't be anymore perfect. "Alright Tyler my lunch break is about to end. I'll see you in a bit, okay?"
"Okay. I love you!"
"I love you too. Bye," I hang up the phone and shove it into my back pocket of my scrubs that has the twenty one pilots' logo on it. I walk over to the desk to see a patient's lab results and take them to Doctor Hart. I go over and sit down in a desk chair, scrolling through different patient's labs.
"HELP! HELP! I'VE BEEN SHOT AND THE SHOOTER'S OUTSIDE!" I hear a woman scream and I go into full survival-nurse mode, like it's the Hunger Games or something. I see a woman with her shin all bloody. I run over to her and help her walk.
"Can we call the police and lock down the hospital please?" I yell over to Fran at the front desk.
"Yes, Y/n." She replies as she picks up the phone and presses a button on the desk, which makes all the doors locked.
"Hi I'm Nurse L/n can you tell me what your name is?" I ask her, trying to calm her down.
"It hurts!" She screams.
"I bet it does, darling. Can you tell me your name?" I ask again as she brushes her dark-red hair out of her sweaty face.
"Rebecca," She replies, looking at her leg.
I begin guiding her towards a bed, "Alright, do you know your blood type?" I ask her. She nods.
"O negative," She replies, wincing as I inspect her gunshot wound. The only Doctor in the ER at the moment is Doctor Hart, but I don't know where she is.
"Jenny have you seen Doctor Hart?" I turn to my good friend and Nurse.
"No," She replies, hanging blood and morphine.
"Okay, Rebecca, I'm gonna give you some medicine for the pain. We don't know where the Doctor is but as soon as we find her we're gonna get you some help, okay?"
She nods, "Okay."
"Is there anyone we can call for you? Boyfriend, Girlfriend, parents, siblings?" I list.
"My girlfriend," She winces again, "Her number is in my phone in my purse. Her name is Maddie and she has the little black hearts on her number."
"We'll call her for you, okay?" I say, picking up her purse and grabbing her phone. "Jenny can you get her into a gown please?" I walk out of the bay and straight to the phone. I scroll through her contacts and eventually find 'Maddie 🖤 🖤'
I dial her number on the hospital phone and put it up to my ear. It rings twice.
"Hello? Maddie speaking," A slightly deep woman voice answers.
"Hi Maddie, this is nurse L/n at Ponce Hospital, calling to say Rebecca is here with a gunshot wound in her right shin and she wants you here."
"Oh my god what happened!? Is she okay?"
"She's stable. We need to do an x-ray to see what happened to the leg. I suggest you get here, she really wants to see you."
"I'm on my way, tell her I'm coming, please," She begs, I hear a sob in her voice.
"I will. Thank you, Maddie," I hang up the phone. Just as I'm about to walk back to the bay that Rebecca's in, I hear the overhead speaker.
"Code red, active shooter in the hospital. Staff, get yourselves and patients to safety. I repeat, code red, active shooter in the hospital. Staff, get yourselves and patients to safety."
Oh my gOD. I run towards the bay that Rebecca's in and then I feel a sharp pain in my lower left thigh. I scream out and fall to the ground. I look to see a bullet in front of me on the ground and a huge hole in my thigh, bleeding fast.
Acting to my instincts, I tear the other pant leg off and tie it around my wound, silently screaming in the process. Once to make-shift bandage is on, I begin limping towards Rebecca's bay once more, tears escaping my eyes. I open up the curtains to see Jenny partially hiding and Rebecca on the bed looking relaxed.
"Oh my god Y/n did you get shot?" Jenny asks. I nod, biting my lower lip.
"Rebecca I called Maddie but she's not gonna be able to come in with an active shooter," I tell her as I sit in the chair next to the bed.
"That's okay... I don't want her to get hurt.." Rebecca replies. After that, a cop yanks open the curtains.
"You ladies okay?" He asks.
"Apart from me just getting shot? Yeah we're totally fine," I looks down at the make-shift bandage and it's getting bloodier by the second.
"We caught the shooter. You guys are safe now," He says as he walks out of the room.
"Y/n we need to get you on a bed," Jenny helps me up as I wince, having my leg moved.
"I need to call Tyler, I need to call Tyler," I cry as I take my phone out of my back pocket. Jenny sits me on a bed and starts attending to my leg.
"Rebecca just needs surgery to set the bone and remove the bullet fragments. Is the bullet still in your leg?" I shake my head.
I tap Tyler's name and put the phone to my ear. It rings once.
"Y/n! Y/n are you okay? I saw on the news what happened. Are you hurt?" He frantically asks me.
"Tyler please get here now," I choked out.
"What HAPPENED?"
"I got shot in the thigh please get here," I breathe out.
"I'm on my way oh my gosh..."
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FanfictionI have been reading way too many of these books lately. So here we go.
