A/n: So this is my first Other Character story and I'm not really sure if I'm going to continue it. Let me know if you think I should. Thanks :D
I don't own White Collar, just the little mistakes here and there :]
It was late, she was cold, and her feet hurt like hell. All she wanted to do was plop down on her couch with some Ben & Jerry's and zone out in front of the TV. As usual the New York City streets were crowded making it nearly impossible for her to move faster that a slow walk. Grumbling to herself she pushed her hand deeper into her grey pea coat and lowered her head against the cold night air. Just as the foot traffic was letting up, she ran smack into someone.
"Oh come on man, what's your problem?" she said rather angrily when the man didn't move or turn around to apologize. Instead the man staggered backwards falling into her. She caught the man around his midsection slowly lowering him to the ground. The man's handsome face was contorted with pain and his breathtaking blue eyes were wide with shock. Something warm and sticky ran over her hand and she felt her heart stop. Blood blossomed from the man's side, staining his crisp white shirt, scarlet. Immediately she stripped off her pea coat and placed it on the man's wound to stop the bleeding. "Someone call 9-1-1!" she shouted to the group of people that began to form around her. "My name is Eleanor Roberts, I'm a nurse, I'm gonna help you. Can you tell me your name?" she addressed the man.
"N-Neal." He said through quick painful gasps. "Neal Caffrey."
"Ok Neal I need you to try and relax, can you do that for me?" she asked keeping pressure on his side. Neal nodded his eyelids beginning to droop.
"Neal, I need you to look at me. I need you to stay awake." She said her voice sharp and urgent. "Talk to me Neal, come on. Tell me what you like to do."
"Art." He croaked out.
"Art, good…that's good. so you like to paint?" She asked keeping her amber eyes locked on his blue ones. Neal nodded before clenching his eyes tight with pain. "I know it hurts Neal but you gotta stay with me ok? Do you…do you have a favorite artist?"
"M-Matisse."
"Matisse never heard of him." She said glancing around hoping to see the flashing red lights of an ambulance. Neal was fading fast; she didn't know how much longer he could hold on. Neal made a strange gasping noise that grabbed Eleanor's attention. Looking down she could see through the haze of pain on his face the slightest trace of horror or even disgust. But before she could ask the blissful sound of sirens cut through the night air. "alright Neal the ambulance is here, you're doin' great just hold on a little longer. Everything is going to be fine."
"What do we got?" a blond EMT said rushing over.
"He has a laceration to his middle abdomen, possible spleen damage, and severe blood loss." Eleanor spouted off as she helped the EMT lift Neal onto the gurney.
"You a doctor?" the EMT asked.
"Nurse." She corrected him. "Ok Neal, this man is going to take you to the hospital. Everything is going to be just fine you hear me?"
"Don't go." Neal said one of his hands grabbing onto her wrist. "Don't leave me." Eleanor was stunned. She had only known this man for a few minutes yet she couldn't bear to leave him. Maybe it had something to do with his beautiful pleading blue eyes.
"Alright then, let's get moving." The EMT said silently giving her permission to ride along. Not letting go of Neal's clammy hand she jumped in the back of the ambulance. The EMTs removed her now bloodied coat and began cleaning the stab area. Neal's grip tightening as his pain increased. An involuntary moan left his lips and his eyes welled with tears he had tried so hard to hold back.
"It's ok Neal," she said stroking his wavy brown hair. "You're doin' great. Everything is ok."
"Let's start him on 10 mg of morphine." The blond EMT said pulling out a bag of clear liquid.
"What's our ETA?" Eleanor asked her voice sounding calmer that she felt.
"Two minutes." The driver called back, racing though the busy streets of New York.
"He can't wait two minutes; start him on a blood transfusion." Eleanor ordered.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Do it!" she snapped. Neal's eye lids began to droop as the effects of the morphine kicked in. "Everything is goin' to be fine, I won't let anything happen to you." She whispered softly as he drifted off.
A/n: Please let me know if you think I should continue! BWT: for those of you on Twitter, Bomer might be getting one! Yay!