Hey folks, long time no write. anyway been working on this one for a while, and you know the drill dont own anything except the OC's.
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It had been a busy day at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City; well it had been for Nurse Connie Wilson, a 25 year old English single mother had come to New York for a new life, and it was a good one, today was really no exception. It started out looking like it was going be a good day, her daughter had gone to preschool singing and laughing with her friends, her mother had emailed the information of her flight over, and it was movie night for her daughter with the neighbours next door giving Connie the opportunity to go out to a club with her friends from work. But that was not to be, she had only just closed her locker, after having changed due to a messy encounter with a 3 year old, at half past 9 when an officer involved shooting had been radioed in, and that they were to expect major casualties. What Connie was not prepared for was the look of defeat on Detective Don Flack's face, he was covered in blood none of it his own it all belonged to Detective Jessica Angell, his girlfriend had been shot twice and was losing a lot of blood; the look only got more desperate as Detective Angell was wheeled straight through Accident & Emergency, the Emergency room as Connie was learning to call it, and up to surgery without a detail of her condition being released. 4 hours later the news was not one you would want for any loved one, Detective Angell had fought hard but she had lost, Connie had never seen a Detective cry at the loss of their partner but she would have expected no less of Don, her next door neighbour. He had just lost his life, his world; his Jess had gone and was never coming back, leaving him alone in the world. Once Don had cried himself out on Connie's shoulder he got up and left, the only thing he said was "I'm gonna kill him if it's the last thing I do." She knew it was the wrong thing to do but Connie Wilson had no will power to give; she was using her all to not just drop everything on the next med student, grab her daughter and book the next flight back to London, back to her mother, back home. After going to see her daughter on her lunch break Connie was able to get back to what she did best, being a nurse, only on a different ward this time; ICU. The ward was unusually quiet during the afternoon, but once the clock struck 6 the ward went crazy. A bar a few blocks over had been shot up with the whole of the day shift CSI's inside. By the grace of God there happened to be only one major fatality and that wasn't as bad as everyone was lead to believe, Detective Bonasera had been shot in the upper right arm just nicking the bone, the surgery to remove the bullet, stem the blood flow and fix the bone took the grand total of 2 hours. It was the recovery that would take the time, Detective Bonasera had hit her head extremely hard on her way down, only time would tell what damage that had created but the blow had also induced a coma in the Detective, helping her body to heal in its own time. This was where Connie was now, stood outside the door to the Detective's room, only 10 minutes left on her double shift. She opened the door to hear snippets of conversation filtering through, "She's a fighter Mac, she'll make it." A male voice, with a soft undertone next was a soft but firm female voice "She'll pull though, when have you known Stella not put up a fight." To that there was a smattering of laughter. With the mood a little lighter Connie entered the room fully and went to the cannula in the Detective's left hand and injected the medication into the additional opening (lumen) next to the saline solution drip. She then disposed of the needle and syringe in the yellow 'medical sharps' bin and proceeded to write up the notes. "Connie, how's she doing?"