Bernie Wolfe glances across the desks toward the woman she loves. Tonight has fared quite uneventful. With the reopening of the Trauma Unit at the request of the trust and Abigail Tate requesting her specifically, a part of Bernie was happy to have a stable position once more. She had been doing random locum surgical work around the hospital as to spend more time with Serena at home. She wasn't about to go back to France anytime soon, or Nairobi like they planned originally. Especially with the impending birth of Jason's child, she wasn't about to miss that. Things happen in certain ways for reasons even she couldn't possibly explain. "I'm pleased they maintained the same scrubs as the last time. I managed to nick the last ones...as a memento of sorts."
"They were tailored for you. I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't taken them with you." Serena smirks toward her, clad in her persimmon colored blouse with black camisole underneath, her silver hair perfectly coiffed atop her head in a way that drives Bernie wild, though she doesn't know it in the least. "I'm rather famished." She sighs hopelessly, "Care to order takeaway?"
"Took the words right out of my mouth. What do you have in mind?" She rises from the mint green desk chair, and moving toward the folder on the bookshelf, secretly containing many takeaway menus. "Chinese, curry, pizza, Italian?"
"One of those would be lovely." Serena hated choosing where they were to order from. She knew her partner would say the same, but there had been many a time when she has chosen something, only to hear a questionable hum from the blonde's lips.
"Chinese it is then." Bernie fingers through the menus, choosing the closest to the hospital. However, she's interrupted before they can get very far.
Donna Jackson knocks at the office door before pushing it open, "I'm sorry for bothering the two of you. We have a trauma coming in. Female, twenty-two. Multiple stab wounds and probable crushed skull. Unresponsive, with a variable pulse. ETA eight minutes...via helicopter."
"I had better get up there then. So much for food." The blonde sighs, leaving the menu on her partner's desk as she places the folder back onto the shelf. "Grab a couple of my nurses and send them up as well." She walks to the side as Donna ducks out, retrieving her gray sweatshirt from the coatrack they had placed in the corner of the room near the door. They had rearranged the office to something that works best for them. Nothing too much, just the shuffling of some filing cabinets.
"I'm going to tag along as well." Serena stands, closing a binder she was flipping through of one of the patient's. She doesn't put on her navy trench coat, she never does when it's things like this. She paid far too much to have that ruined. She does, however, throw on a blue plastic smock and grab a few pairs of gloves, shoving them into her pocket. She notices Donna in tow, "Was there any other information they gave? Name, location?"
"Afraid not." Donna shakes her head, "that was all they gave me. I've already given Darwin a call to put them on standby in case we need one of their consultants for the skull fracture."
"Hopefully it's Roxanna." The silver haired woman said with a sigh as they climbed the stairs to the roof and helipad. "If we need her, of course." She hears her partner snort with amusement, as she checks her own watch, she notices a helicopter in the distance, "Right on time."
The group of female surgeons and nurses watch as the aircraft lands, blowing their hair from their faces. "Should have worn your jacket." Bernie mumbles to her partner with a smirk before walking up to retrieve the patient.
One of the medics from the chopper walk with them, he and his partner having just placed their body board onto the gurney, "BP is seventy-two over fifty-one and unstable. Temperature is thirty-three. Saturation at eighty-nine, but she does appear to be a smoker by the yellow tinge to her nails. There were also signs of possible sexual assault on her person."
"Where was she found?" Serena focuses on the young woman, taking note of her teal colored hair, shaved at the temples. Still curled somehow even though she was wet.
"House party. She was thrown into a backyard swimming pool from the first floor of the house. There were no witnesses, of course. She was in the water for about twenty minutes, her body landing on a float. Her head looked like it hit the edge of the pool due to blood patterns." The young male medic answered, "Obviously it isn't warm out, neither was that pool water. No one was swimming, but they had floating candles as decorations. It was rather nice looking, I must say."
"Fascinating." Bernie mumbles, lifting her voice after, "Definite skull fracture. We need to get a line in, ten units crossmatch to get her BP up, and straight to theater. I want a head CT and let's try getting her warmed up a bit on the way." She shakes her head, glancing back to the medic, "You're telling me there was no one who saw this young woman assaulted in any way?"
"None that are coming forward."
"Do we have a name?" Serena shakes her head, unbelieving of the depravity of some people.
"No identification available. If she was carrying a purse or bag, that wasn't given to us at any point." The medic explains as they finally reach their destination, taking the backboard back as they make their exit.
"This whole thing smells fishy to me." Donna shakes her head, holding the side of the gurney as they roll along. Once they park the makeshift bed into the theater area. She begins prepping the patient, cutting off her ripped blue jeans which were already half ripped off the young woman's body. Her ripped and blood stained cotton band t-shirt, able to keep her vintage black leather moto jacket intact. Noticing her arms covered in tattoos as the other nurses start inserting intravenous saline and blood packs, "These are beautiful." She whispers, pausing, noticing one in particular. "Um..." She glances toward the surgeons.
Serena steps into the room, able to quickly prepare after being in this business for over twenty years, "Are you quite finished, Nurse Jackson?" She picks her head up, knowing those tattoos quite well. She remembered Bernie having commented about them after Christmas the year previous once the girl had left. She spots a newer one of a wolf with the family name on her forearm. "Donna, I need you to..." She pauses, trying to think exactly what to tell her partner as she hears the door behind her open.
"Why are we all just standing around?" Bernie shakes her head, stepping onto the room more, she notices the familiar grayscale tattoos covering the young woman's arms, "No..."
"You need to go..." The silver haired woman says gently, with a nod, "I'll tend to Charlotte."