Hello all! I call this fic you about to read an angsty spoof.

I've watched way too much Gray's Anatomy so when my friend on DA requested a FACE set in a hospital AU, specifically the TV drama kind, I ran with it. What happens here is meant to me outlandish and impossible. Which is why I refer to it as my angsty spoof.

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Trauma Team Six to ambulance bay. Repeat, Trauma Team Six to ambulance bay. Ten year old male inbound, bike accident, puncture wound to chest. Trauma Team Six. ETA five minutes.

Dr. Arthur Kirkland felt the small clench in his heart and grabbed his gloves and protective gown. He was the leader of Trauma Team Six, he had spent the last fifteen years as an ER doctor and every time a child was brought in he felt that clench. More so now that he had his own children, a set of twins that he loved dearly with his husband, but even still, he hated seeing children hurt. He would do everything in his power to see this child off well. By the sound of it, it was a minor matter. A broken rib puncturing the lung, he'd have him fixed and comfortable in no time. The poor lad.

Once in the ambulance bay, he was talking to a nurse, asking her to procure some items they may need for the ruptured lung when he heard a sudden yell. He was tackled around the middle by a small boy with wheat blond hair.

"DADDY!"

"Alfred? What in world... what are you doing here?" Arthur looked down to his son, but more then confused he was concerned. The boy had tear stains running down his slightly dirty face, cutting tracks in it like a knife. His small hands were covered in blood and Arthur panicked, "Where the devil is Elizaveta?! She was supposed to be watching you! Are you all right?!" He said, checking Alfred over, the wounds seemed to be just small cuts to his hands but he was still furious. Where was Elizaveta?!

Just then, a woman came bursting in, she was in no better state then Alfred, perhaps even bloodier but Arthur could tell the blood on her was not her own. But she was in such distress, he ran to her to catch her in his arms. She was sobbing so violently, he could barely get a word out of her.

"Eliza, please, I need you to take deep breaths. Was there some sort of accident? It's okay, right now I need to know if the boys are all right? Where is Matt-"

He stopped dead when his patient was wheeled into the hospital from the bay. In his fifteen years here, he had never seen anything like what was on that gurney.

And his heart plummeted in his chest to see his ten year old victim. His little ten year old son, Matthew.

Beside him, Alfred burst into tears, "Daddy! Dad, you've got to fix Mattie! Fix him! Fix him!" He cried as Elizaveta grabbed him to pull him away. Arthur's mind was going a mile a minute, but he took a quick moment to bend down and kiss Alfred's forehead and wipe his tears away with his thumb. He also gave him a small, reassuring smile.

"Don't you worry a bit, love. Daddy will fix up your big brother, right as rain. Now, go with Miss. Elizaveta and mind her. Go on." He smiled, nodding for Elizaveta to pull him away. Alfred seemed placated for the moment, and Arthur turned to run into the trauma room after his other son.

Arthur still couldn't believe his eyes as he made his way over to the examination table tenderly. It was quite a sight.

Half of a bicycle jutted out from the small boys chest. Firefighter and paramedics at the scene undoubtedly cut in half to make him easier to transport but the kick stand, the small piece of steel the held the bike upright while it sat idle was now lodged deep into Matthew's chest. It was the rear half of the bike, and the wheel covered the frightened child's face, virtually trapping him in a macabre cage. It spun slowly, just from the mere jostling Matthew was under going and as Arthur bent down to see his face, he grabbed it, stopping it's slow turn.

Little Matthew was awake and looking around wide eyed, blood dripping from his mouth and forehead. He looked so frightened, Arthur's heart broke. He gently touched the boys hair, panicking internally but staying clam for Matthew's sake. "It's going to be all right, lad. I promise, daddy is here and I will get this off of you. I just need you to stay awake, ok? And don't be scared, we will help you." He said softly, stroking Matthew's cheek with the back of his finger.

Matthew took a few short gasps for air and looked to Arthur, tears in his eyes. "I-I'm scared... d-dad, I'm r-really scared." He whispered back, looking up at his make shift prison.

"Keep your eyes on me, lad. I'm know you are scared but everything is going to be fine, daddy's got you now." He said, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. He wanted to be shouting orders and yelling but he couldn't leave Matthew's side. Besides, his nurses were already running around doing what they could to help him.

A fact that was not missed by Matthew, he shuddered and closed his eyes. In fear he was falling asleep, Arthur lightly shook him but the boy didn't open them back up, squeezing them shut tight. "I don't l-like it w-when they run around, s-shouting things." He said. On the monitor, his blood pressure had been steadily falling but shot back up so dangerously high at such a fast pace, it was cause for concern. Arthur knew it was stress and he needed to keep his shy boy calm as he could.

Standing up, he cleared his throat, "Ladies," He addressed his nurses. They all stopped in their tracks and looked to him for orders. "I know this is unorthodox, but would you all kindly clear out. Now. And before you leave, someone please page Nurse Bonnefoy, tell him he is needed immediately." He instructed. His nurses gave him the oddest looks, glancing from one another to judge is Arthur was serious or not. When he didn't offer signs of jest, one bold nurse spoke up.

"Sir, we are trauma nurses. Bonnefoy works the maternity ward, he wouldn't have a clue on what to do here with this patient."

Arthur's temper flared but he reigned it in, "This 'patient' is my son and when I tell you to do something, you do it without question, even if it seems out of your reasoning capabilities." He said. Alright, that was a little harsh but his sons life was on the line and he had little time for games or civilities. "Page nurse Bonnefoy, now. And get out of here." He turned back to Matthew as the nurses, offended but doing as was told, rushed from the room.

"Matthew, your Papa is coming. Stay wi... Matthew? ... Matthew?! ... Mattie!"