This is my first Casualty fanfic, so I'll be starting with my favourite pairing, Zoe & Nick!
Frantically pulling on a pair of socks, Zoe glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table. 7:36am. "Shit…" she mumbled under her breath. Adam really wasn't going to be happy with her. 'Late' really wasn't a word that appeared in his dictionary.
As Zoe was fumbling around with the laces of her shoes, she felt a warm hand rest on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll give you a lift."
Zoe closed her eyes and smiled. "Mr Jordan, you really are my saviour, aren't you?"
"No, just doing my job," he smirked.
Zoe looked up at him, and noticed that he was already dressed. How had he managed to get up after her, but still be ready to leave the apartment before her? That man is a mystery, she thought to herself; but I wouldn't have him any other way.
Almost as soon as they arrived in the ED, Adam was there. Zoe grimaced. "Ah, Dr Hannah, I suppose you have another amazing excuse for me today?" he said while sorting through several patient charts. She shook her head submissively. "No, not today, Dr Trueman."
Nick smirked at her again before placing his stethoscope around his neck and wandering into one of the resus rooms.
Zoe glanced at Adam's charts from over his shoulder. "So… have we got any interesting cases in today?"
"No… everything seems quiet this morning. Touch woo-"
BANG!
The double doors leading into the ED crashed open, banging against the walls with an almost deafening amount of noise. Two green-clad paramedics were leading in a stretcher carrying one not-so-happy individual. Adam sighed, wiping his brow. Zoe put a hand on his shoulder, laughing, "I guess you spoke to soon!"
She ran off to join the paramedics to begin her briefing, "Right, we've got a serious RTA resulting in three casualties!" one of the ambulance staff said.
"So… where are the others?" Zoe asked.
"This gentleman came by helicopter – the pilot said there wasn't enough fuel to get the other two casualties on board as well, so the other two are coming by land ambulance."
Adam jogged along beside Zoe, listening in on the briefing. "Have we found a next of kin to inform?"
The paramedic nodded, consulting a piece of paper in his pocket. "Yep, I've got it right here… he said he has a son… Adam Trueman."
Adam stopped dead in his tracks, dropping his stethoscope that he'd had in his hand. He peered in at the bruised and blood-covered face that lay in the orange head restraint on the stretcher. "…Dad…?" he whispered.