if you call for me, i'll run to you | a doug ross fanfiction

31.

31.

tribes

April 10, 1997.

it was finally spring. the cold dark winter was over which meant happier times were on the horizon.

i walked into the ambulance bay. mark, doug, malik and carter were all playing basketball.

doug fell backwards.

"be careful before you sprain your ankle again" i laughed

as bad as it may sound, it was quite comical seeing him hobble around or use a cane down the hospital hallways.

"get outta here" he laughed, giving me a playful push.

"what do you have for me?" i asked jerry.

"bed sores in exam two"

"do you have anything better?"

"bloody diarrhea, curtain two?"

"i'll take the bed sores" i smiled.

i took the chart and headed off.

i finished putting the dressings on my patient and discharged her.

level one bed sores.

"we're getting to him sir" mark said to a patient, a trauma must've came in.

"y/n, can we get you next door" doug shouted.

i went into the trauma room and got gowned and gloved up.

"can we get some o negative, he's bleeding out" i said

"gsw to the chest?" i asked doyle

"yeah"

"why isn't anyone helping him, he's critical"

i looked at the chest films

"there's blood in his lungs"

"i'll set up a chest tube" i said

"sure" she was attending the gun shot wound.

"can i get a ten blade and chest tube tray?" i asked malik

i took the blade and cut the incision.

"chest tube"

i took the tube and fed it through his ribs, into his lungs.

the blood drained out of his lungs.

"okay he's stable, let's send him up to the or"

"great work dr doyle" i smiled

"you too" she remarked.

i pushed the gurney to the elevator and headed to the or.

i came back down, the patients brother approached me.

"where did my brother go?" he asked

"your brother was sent up to the or for surgery, to repair his gunshot wound"

"can i see him?"

"well he's in surgery but you can head up there, the surgical staff will let you know when he's out" i smiled

"okay"

"i can take you up there if you want"

"sure, yeah"

it was a couple hours later, a couple patients later too.

stomach pain, cough, headache. the usual.

i headed back up to the or, to check on my gsw from earlier.

"can i help you?" dr hicks asked

"yes, i'm dr. l/n, i treated a gsw in the er earlier"

"oh, yes, unfortunately he died on the table about a half hour ago"

"oh god" i scoffed

"thank you for letting me know"

"going to notify the family now?" she asked

"yes" i sighed

i headed back down to the er, another gsw came in.

i went into the waiting room.

the brother stood up.

"how's my brother doing"

mark peered behind me.

"i just went up to the or"

"the surgeons tried their absolute hardest to repair him but his damages were very severe"

"he died?"

"i'm very sorry but unfortunately they were unable to save him"

i've said that same speech to a lot of people, it's haunting how many. the worst part is seeing their faces and reactions after. this one was definitely one of the worst. he didn't really say anything. you could tell he was angry though.

"i'm sorry" i said another time before walking away.