30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Fifteen

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Welcome to Day Fifteen of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!

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15. Hurt

[anonymous]

Puck was looking forward to the end of his shift. It had already been a hard day, two car accidents, one fire, and one heart attack, and they’d lost all but one patient on the way to the hospital. His partner Mercedes had taken over the driving duties after he’d had a five minute long cursing rampage over being unable to resuscitate their last patient at the scene. He would have kept trying all day if the doctor at the hospital hadn’t called time of death.

They were on their way to another call-out, pedestrian versus vehicle, and from the sounds of what dispatch told them, it didn’t look good.

“You have to help him,” a tall boy from screaming, straining to get free of the hold of a blond boy. “Don’t let my brother die!”

“Keep him back,” Mercedes yelled as they knelt beside their victim. He was just a kid, he looked about fifteen years old, bleeding from numerous cuts, both legs obviously broken, and worst of all, he was still conscious somehow. “What’s his name?”

“Kurt,” the blond boy told them. He still had a firm grip on his sobbing friend and Puck hoped he wouldn’t let go. Hysterical family members, while he could understand their fear, made his job harder.

“Kurt, can you hear me?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Puck nodded. “Don’t try to move. We’re going to stabilize you so we can take you to the hospital, alright?”

“Will it hurt?”

Looking at the bloodied and broken boy, it was hard to believe Kurt felt no pain, but it wasn’t the first time Puck had seen it. Adrenaline and shock were powerful things.

“No,” he lied. “You’re going to be fine.” He was going to make sure he didn’t lose this particular victim.