just_1_word | 17.3. Rescue
17.3. Rescue
[About two weeks after THIS]
Riley paused in his writing of a particularly long case note and put his pen down on the file to rub his eyes. It was just after one am of his nine pm to seven am nightshift. He had never minded nights but sometimes when it was quiet, a weariness set in if he wasted away the hours catching up on paperwork. It was probably more than time to get a coffee. He did miss the pace of the ER. The lulls there were never as long as they were in the ICU during the night and they were never without a string of patients arriving for treatment. He was still apprehensive to return there, though. It was more of a challenge, but in the ICU, the patients generally weren’t in a position to stab him in the neck with infected needles.
With that train of thought, it was definitely time to get a coffee. He capped his pen and shoved it into the pocket of his lab coat. He offered the nurse sitting beside him at the nurses’ station a small smile as he rose and closed the medical record over to slot it back into the pending rack. But he didn’t get any further than that before the patient alarms started to sound on the monitors spread out in front of him simultaneous to warning buzzers on the life support of the patient in the room directly across from the desk.
Chase.
Fuck.
“CODE BLUE IN TEN! I NEED A CRASH CART!” he shouted, already rounding the desk to bolt towards Bay 10, the nurse beside him scrambling up in his wake. He had never in his life been a religious person, but Chase was on some level, and right then Riley was praying to whatever god Chase had faith in that they just spared him this once, long enough to keep him holding on for his wife and kid. No one should have it all torn away like this. No one.
Chase is chasemd and is mine too so no permission needed
Word Count | 334
[About two weeks after THIS]
Riley paused in his writing of a particularly long case note and put his pen down on the file to rub his eyes. It was just after one am of his nine pm to seven am nightshift. He had never minded nights but sometimes when it was quiet, a weariness set in if he wasted away the hours catching up on paperwork. It was probably more than time to get a coffee. He did miss the pace of the ER. The lulls there were never as long as they were in the ICU during the night and they were never without a string of patients arriving for treatment. He was still apprehensive to return there, though. It was more of a challenge, but in the ICU, the patients generally weren’t in a position to stab him in the neck with infected needles.
With that train of thought, it was definitely time to get a coffee. He capped his pen and shoved it into the pocket of his lab coat. He offered the nurse sitting beside him at the nurses’ station a small smile as he rose and closed the medical record over to slot it back into the pending rack. But he didn’t get any further than that before the patient alarms started to sound on the monitors spread out in front of him simultaneous to warning buzzers on the life support of the patient in the room directly across from the desk.
Chase.
Fuck.
“CODE BLUE IN TEN! I NEED A CRASH CART!” he shouted, already rounding the desk to bolt towards Bay 10, the nurse beside him scrambling up in his wake. He had never in his life been a religious person, but Chase was on some level, and right then Riley was praying to whatever god Chase had faith in that they just spared him this once, long enough to keep him holding on for his wife and kid. No one should have it all torn away like this. No one.
Chase is chasemd and is mine too so no permission needed
Word Count | 334