The beeping of the heart monitor was steady. The hum of the air conditioner was a pleasant source of white noise for the sleeping child at this late hour. Her breathing was quiet, yet steady enough to be out of danger. The bandages that caressed her torso were extra thick around her abdomen, covering the large gash that was hastily, yet delicately stitched back together.
A lone figure stood at her bed, triple checking her charts and machines, leaving no detail unseen. Perfection and efficiency are key when working in a trauma department, especially in regards to pediatric cases, and Matt was no rookie. He was the unit's charge nurse, and could not and would not stain that title. He finished up the girl's stats and quietly placed everything back at the end of her bed. He turned to walk to the door and was surprised to see another figure standing there.
"How is she?"
"Still sleeping since I thankfully don't scare easily," Matt scolded. "Everything is checking out fine. She'll be okay, thanks to you, Dr. Keehl."
"Thank God," Mello sighed. Lowering his voice, he leaned over to Matt, "I was actually afraid I wouldn't save this one."
"I never have any doubts when you're in charge," Matt pecked his cheek and walked over to the nurse's station in order to catalogue the patient's stats. "You look nice. Dressed up for anyone in particular?"
"I was hoping a certain nurse might accompany me when his shift is done."
"I have two more hours."
"I'll wait."
"I have no doubt of that, either."