My Heart's Already Broken
Hi! Have you read my last Casualty fic- Codes? This story doesn't follow on from it, but it took me ages to write and I'm pretty proud of it! But anyway- enjoy this, it follows the episode HolbyRiots and is about a girl who was arrested for her involvement, it'll make some sense if you haven't watched it, but here's where you can see it! (watch both episodes of HolbyRiots, please)
watch?v=Pho8EZgCp08
and
watch?v=by9urjziIfM
or
. /iplayer/episode/b01l0d7y/Casualty_Series_26_HolbyRiot_Part_1/
and
. /iplayer/episode/b01l9mgc/Casualty_Series_26_HolbyRiot_Part_2/
The Iplayer ones will expire!
Thanks, RFish xxx
Dixie hurried into the ambulance, beside her husband Jeff. He pulled a oh-great,-here-we-go face, and she smiled at him:
"Not breathing, parentless young girl found lying in a pool of blood at 5 in the morning, great…"
The two set off down road after road, each wondering who the girl will be and how she'll be when they get there- Jeff decided to take bets.
"So… age?"
Dixie thought. "Sixteen?"
Jeff nodded- "nah, older! Um… race?"
"Jeffrey!" Dixie complained.
"It's fifty/fifty Dix! Go on!"
"Ugh, fine. White."
"Nah… black! There are no white people round here, haven't you noticed?"
Dixie shrugged, "Whatever. How about story?"
"Story?"
"How she ended up like that?"
"Erm, pissed?" Jeff suggested.
Dixie grinned with black humour, before nodding out the window at the high walls of Holby prison:
"Escaped convict?" she joked.
"Oh, yeah! They've been keeping the 14+ in with the well behaved adults, ever since the old prison got burned down in the Holby Riots!"
Then their thoughts turned to Scarlet, who'd been sentenced to a year in prison.
"I wonder how she's coping, poor love?" Dixie wondered.
"We can go visit her, if you want. Lloyd did yesterday, said she was handling it badly- she doesn't fit in there, it's not right, is it?"
"she did throw a brick at an officer, who then caught ON FIRE, Jeff. It's not like she didn't deserve it. But one year is a bit steep, after all, some of those hoodie clad yobs that smashed up the ambulance got a few months."
"Yeah, but they need to make an example…"
"By ruining her career? Surely there are plenty of lazy prats stealing for a living that they could do that to, not our Scarlet…" Dixie felt so sorry for Scarlet then, she almost cried.
"We'll go see her later, okay? But we're here- person who lost the most buys tonight's curry, deal?"
"Deal." Dixie nodded.
The scene was not a pretty one- the girl was lying face down in a pool of blood, with small, deep holes in her arm spouting blood, bruises on her arms and legs, and that's just what they could see, for the girl was wearing a mini skirt and pink cropped t-shirt. She was black, looked about eighteen and there was a bottle of Smirnoff, half empty, smashed on the ground beside her. She'd been sick.
"Large chicken tikka with a poppadum please…" Jeff grinned.
Dixie scowled.
"Right, where do we start?"
"Breathing?" Jeff suggested.
As Dixie tilted the chin of the girl, she coughed gently.
"My name's Dixie, I'm a paramedic. Can you tell us what happened love?"
The girl blinked, holding up her arm to see the cuts. "Oh, I was out drinking with mates… then as I walked home through a field I fell into a barbed wire fence, then erm… I guess I fell and… well, you the rest."
"Okay, love, well if we put you in the ambulance, because we need to get checked over- okay?"
The girl nodded, and followed them into the shining vehicle.
On the long journey back, Dixie tried to stem the flow of blood from the girl's arms.
"What's your name love?"
"Lily Macbeth…" the girl said in a strained voice. Dixie looked at her and noticed something, the girl was bleeding badly, from beneath her miniskirt.
"Erm, Love, can you tell me what that is?"
"What? Oh, that? Oh, I must… um… be on my period… oh, how embarrassing."
Dixie didn't believe her, not for one second. But she carried on asking questions. "Never mind, eh? So Lily, how old are you?"
"Nineteen." The girl answered.
"Okay… can you tell me what hurts?"
"My arms, obviously- my left leg. Oh, I think it's broken!" She groaned.
Dixie looked sympathetic, but they'd arrived at the ED, it wasn't her job any more.
Dixie and Jeff helped the girl into a wheelchair, which Big Mac then pushed inside. The two paramedics followed them in-
"Period my arse," Jeff murmured.
"I know. Should we go see what it really is?" Dixie replied.
"Okay, but I'm still getting that curry, deal?"
"I said deal, didn't I?" Dixie said, swatting him away, annoyed.
When they arrived in the room where Lily was being treated, they saw two things. One, Dr Hanna was meant to be in charge. Two, she very clearly wasn't. Lily was pressed defensively back against the metal sink, a tray of equipment was knocked over, and Lily was clutching a scalpel and holding it out towards Zoe. It wasn't so much threatening, as protective, like how dogs only attack when frightened. Fletch was watching, open mouthed and slightly useless. Jeff and Dixie ran in.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa- what's going on here?" Dixie asked, hands out in front of her to protect herself and calm Lily.
"I was just trying to clean the wound," Dr Hanna huffed.
"Well I don't want you to!" Lily snapped, crying.
"Okay, Lily love. Put the scalpel down- but we really do need to clean it. Come on, it will sting a little bit- but you'll be alright, come on." Dixie guided the young girl to the bed, stroking her arm. The young girl sat down, and looked up at Dr Hanna-
"Sorry," she whispered.
Dr Hanna didn't know what to say. So, as per usual, she didn't. Instead, she began to talk to Dixie,
"So, what have we got?"
"Cuts up the arms and legs from barbed wire, pretty deep in places. Um, possible broken leg and slight bleeding from- well, you can see." Dixie explained, nodding at the pool of blood forming around the girl.
"Okay, let's get started…"
Dr Hanna looked at the bleeding arms again-
"Okay," She groaned, looking at the leg and seeing that it very clearly WAS broken, and looked awful. "We need to get that sorted, but as for this bleed-
"I told you, it's me period." Lily groaned, turning away from the doctor.
"Yeah, and I'm a gullible idiot," Dr Hanna murmured to Dixie.
"Leave it alone! Just fix the bloody leg, would you? I want to go home!" Lily growled.
"Hey! If you want my help then…"
"I don't!" The girl snapped.
"Then why are you here?" Dr Hanna asked.
"Because I can't go anywhere else with a leg like this, could I?" Lily snarled.
Dr Hanna gritted her teeth. "Fine- I'll get it seen to," she said, sickly sweet, as she left the room. Jeff rolled his eyes at Dixie and the two of them left.