A/N: Written for the awesome Whumper Writer for the Whumpexchange. Big thanks go to Marie for her beta help and support. All mistakes left over are purely mine. Be gentle, this is my first foray into the Resident fandom. I hope you'll enjoy the story.

A/N2: Fic is finished, will be posted in two chapters. Second chapter will appear in a day or two.

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He should have just rode the bike after all. It didn't matter he woke up late because his phone's battery died after a week of crazy shifts and an absent charger. The fact the sky was downcast and pouring rain, making his room darker and letting him snuggle against the comfortable pillow way past his wake up time, might've helped with oversleeping too. Or maybe it was just the late night and nightmares. Nic had spent the evening at home, having some type of girls night with her sister, and thus he had no one to get pestered out of bed by. So when Conrad opened his eyes and his watch showed he was due at the hospital in five minutes, he jumped out of bed with a curse. One look out of the window and into the pouring rain pushed the thought of biking to work out of his head. If he was lucky, he could make it to Chastain only a half an hour late. With all the overtime he was pulling lately, that shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Conrad was lucky in catching the bus after only a few minutes of wait, though he was already soaking wet. Teeth slightly chattering, he squeezed himself against the window between the back of a seat and the stanchion, right next to a big bulky guy who seemed to be just as soaked as him. Well, at least he wasn't going to drip water on some unlucky dude who had been smart enough to take an umbrella.

Conrad grimaced as the bus lurched to a stop at the next station and a group of loud teenagers stepped on. All the seats were occupied and even the places for standing were bursting. It was anything but a pleasant experience to be squeezed in such a tight place, without his morning coffee or juice and in wet clothes. The fact the driver didn't seem to realize he was actually transporting live beings, thus jumping on the brakes or turning at high speed without regard to his passengers, made Conrad even more regretful about not braving the road on his bike. At least that way he would have arrived at work in a more presentable state.

"I swear, if the dude jumps on the break one more time..." the bulky guy next to Conrad muttered when he was tossed against the window and one of the teenage boys ended up elbowing him in the stomach in his attempt to keep his balance. Conrad couldn't but agree as someone had just stepped on his foot. This day was turning out to be a nightmare and he wasn't even at work yet.

"Is he drunk or what?" an older lady called out when the bus suddenly swerved a bit and Conrad tensed. He looked out of the window at the rather busy traffic. He heard the blaring of horns as the bus seemed to veer a bit into the other lane. Not much, but enough that a car passed them with flashing lights and a blaring horn.

Something wasn't right, Conrad noted with growing apprehension as he felt the bus gaining speed and drifting to the left. It seemed almost as if the driver wasn't even holding the wheel...

"My God, is he dead?!" the older lady screamed, and panic ensued. Conrad started pushing through the crowd of passengers but he was almost at the end of the bus and people weren't moving out of his way fast enough. Blaring horns from outside became a warning just like the shrieking of a woman in the front of the bus. Conrad turned his head just in time to see that they were heading off the road. People were jumping out of the way as the bus barreled towards a nearby building...

There was no time. All he could do was brace for impact.

The air filled with the sound of screeching metal and screams as the driver obviously lost control over the bus, or worse, was planning to killing them all. Conrad didn't much care for reasoning. He felt the bus hit something and then everything was moving. People were flying through the air as the bus came to a sudden stop.

Gravity took over. Someone slammed into Conrad's back and his hands instinctively let go of the nearby handle. The push sent him flying several feet, until he hit the back of another seat. A wave of pain crashed into him just as all the air seemed to leave his lungs. Several bodies were flying through the air as other passengers were brought out of their seats or standing positions. It was as if someone had taken a large can half filled with grapes and given it a good shake. For a moment up and down made no sense and all Conrad registered was motion, pain bursting through his body, and the screeching of metal. In the next, there was silence.

For a dreadful second, there was no sound whatsoever and Conrad blearily thought he went deaf or died. There was darkness, then something wet dripped onto his face. Conrad blinked and just like that, the sound was back. Someone was wailing not so far from him. People were shouting and calling for help. There was the incessant sound of rain falling on the metal body of the bus. Conrad wanted for it all to stop again. He just needed one moment, one measly second to take a breath. His lungs were screaming and his chest felt as though it were on fire. Conrad's eyes went wide as he grasped at his chest, but his hand instead bumped into flesh that wasn't his own. Confused, Conrad looked down and saw he was clutching a heavy leg. Blinking, Conrad forced his other arm to move as well, wincing as a twinge of pain shot through his shoulder. He pushed the leg off of him, ignoring the pained grunt of the leg's rightful owner. All he could focus on now was the need to breathe. Finally, as the weight was off of him, Conrad turned to the side, curling up as much as the space allowed and took in several gasping breaths. He started coughing and his chest screamed in protest, but at least air was moving into his lungs. Conrad struggled to control his breathing, closing his eyes for a minute, trying to push out anything else. He knew he should move and help the others. With every hitching breath he became more and more aware of all the people crying and moaning, not to mention the blaring car horns and the commotion outside of the bus. He needed to get up and start helping, but first he had to be able to breathe and make sure all his limbs were attached.

Arms - check, he thought as he used one of them as support and the other to protect his ribs. Legs... well, he could feel them. An armrest was digging painfully into one. That was going to leave a bruise, he was sure. The other... well, the other leg felt a bit numb. Conrad's eyes widened in panic and he looked down, only to see another passenger strewn across his right leg. Swallowing, Conrad noted that the man wasn't moving. He didn't look like he was breathing, either.

Conrad took another cautious breath, and when it didn't make him curl into a ball and cough up a lung, he decided that resting would have to wait. There were people in need of help. With a groan that was lost between all the other sounds, Conrad sat up carefully and took a look around.

The bus was in shambles. From his viewpoint he saw that the front of the bus was a total wreck. He could see some smoke coming from the hood, but the rain was good at least for something. It was smothering the fire before it could really grow. The bus was lying on its side and that explained why all the people were lying so haphazardly, why there was glass around, and how the rain was pouring down onto them through one of the broken windows. Conrad would have liked to assess the situation more, but there was the man quite literally at his feet that needed attention right now.

With another groan, and wary of the broken glass around and below him, Conrad managed to extricate his leg and actually get on his knees so he could lean over a bit. His head swam at the change of position and he swayed a bit, but his hand was already reaching out towards the man's neck, checking for pulse. There wasn't one. Conrad cursed and was about to start CPR when he noted the strange angle of the man's neck. He should've noticed straight away. It seemed like the guy was thrown against a seat head first, his neck slamming into it with enough force to severe the spine. Conrad froze, leaning over the body for a precious minute, his mind going numb.

He was used to seeing dead bodies. It always brought up a whirlwind of emotions, but he could usually deal with them. He had to, he was a doctor. But being part of the event causing so much damage was something else. Conrad felt numb with shock, a bit surprised he was even alive.

A woman cried out and Conrad snapped back to reality. His head swiveled, looking for the source of the anguished sound amidst the others and his eyes settled on a teenage girl, one of the group that had gotten on at the last stop. She was leaning over a boy, her hands smeared with blood. Conrad somehow managed to get unsteadily up to his feet and maneuvered through the seats until he reached the two.

"Help, please! I can't stop it!" the girl cried even as her fingers fumbled around a large shard of glass stuck in the boy's leg. He was obviously unconscious, although still alive, if the flowing blood was any indication.

Conrad pulled her arms away from the wound.

"Stop!" he hissed, seeing that her attempts were causing the shard to move. "I'll help, just calm down. Listen to me, okay?" The girl nodded, tears running down her face. She seemed unharmed, except for a gash on her shoulder, but Conrad couldn't be sure without checking her over. Right now though, she was conscious and breathing and that meant she wasn't his priority. Looking at the boy, Conrad knew he was a different case.

"Give me your scarf," he said to the girl, while his fingers checked around the wound. The glass must've hit an artery, but the bleeding wasn't as bad as it could have been. He needed to put pressure on the wound but didn't want to risk moving the shard. The best course of action was a tourniquet.

Without a second thought, Conrad undid his own belt and wrapped it around the leg, a few inches above the bleeding wound. He pulled it as tight as it would go, then took the scarf from the girl and used it in place of a bandage, wrapping it around the glass shard in a way that would secure it in place for the time being. He looked at the watch and noted the time.

"8:20. If I'm not here, that's what you tell the EMTs, okay?"

The girl blinked, confusion and panic clear in her eyes.

"What?"

"The time we put on the tourniquet. They'll need to know. You understand?"

"T-twenty. What... where are you going?"

"I need to check on the others. Just make sure he doesn't move, okay? Don't touch that shard."

"Please don't leave!" the girl shrieked and grabbed for Conrad's sleeve as he was getting up. He swayed at the motion but caught himself on the seat, hissing.

"S-sorry," the girl hitched, shaking. "Please, don't leave!"

"I need to help the others," Conrad said, looking around and seeing more people bleeding and moving around. "I'll be right there. If anything happens, just call for me, okay? I'm Conrad."

The girl sniffled and didn't look any more convinced, but she didn't dare grab for him again.

"I'm Lisa," she said shakily. "I don't want him to die."

"He won't. Just stay with him and if anything changes, call me. Okay? Help is on the way," Conrad told her and was relieved to realize he was right. He could already hear the sound of sirens and some people outside of the bus were also trying to pry open the door at the back of the bus.

Giving Lisa a smile of encouragement and taking one more look at the boy, ensuring that the tourniquet was holding and the bleeding had stopped momentarily, Conrad left the two teenagers and followed the sound of another pained cry. He felt a stab of pain just under his ribcage but he didn't have time to worry about that now. Besides, his breathing was easier now and, except for a few bruises and maybe some cracked ribs, he was okay. There were people who were in much worse shape, so he pushed on, swallowing down a grimace of pain. He knelt next to a woman with a clearly broken arm and gave her a reassuring smile even as he went over the triage protocols in his head. He knew that even when the paramedics arrived, it would take time to get everyone out and treated. By luck, Chastain was the closest hospital, but that also meant they would get the most cases, and they were short a doctor already. He might as well do his job until someone realized he was one of the casualties and benched him.

The wailing of the sirens came to a halt and Conrad sighed in relief when he saw the first firefighters breaking through the door, shortly followed by a paramedic. Help had arrived.

xoxox

It was utter chaos for a while. At least that's how it would have looked for an outsider. But the firefighters and paramedics all knew what to do and they were moving inside the bus with practiced ease, first helping out the least injured and most mobile passengers. The rain was complicating things, but a nearby restaurant had opened its doors and let people hide there, sitting on chairs or making space on the floor. The ambulances kept coming, the nearby hospitals already advised to get ready for an influx of patients. The bus was full and there was over fifty people inside. Not to mention the several people on the street who had to jump out of the way and three more people who suffered cuts and scrapes from the broken glass of a shop window near where the bus had finally stopped.

Conrad was in the middle of it all. When the medics started assessing the situation inside the bus and getting people out, he was making his way back towards the boy with the glass shard in his leg. As he made his way, someone grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Sir, please... don't go any further. If you can walk, follow my colleague outside."

Conrad stopped and turned.

"I'm not leaving," he said stubbornly. The paramedic opened his mouth, but then frowned a bit in recognition.

"Do I know you?" he asked and Conrad thought the face familiar as well, but didn't remember the name.

"I work at Chastain. Conrad Hawkins."

"Yeah, sure! We've met before. Are you okay, doc?"

"I'm fine, just bruises. There's a boy over there with a nicked artery and-"

"I'm sorry doc, but if you were injured I can't let you treat patients. You need to get checked out."

Conrad growled and pulled his arm out of the paramedics grasp.

"I told you, I'm fine! But that boy won't be if you don't listen to me." Conrad knew the paramedic was technically right. He had no business treating anyone after such an accident without being cleared first, but he was also stubborn as hell, and knew his injuries weren't serious. He could see the paramedic giving him a once over, doubt clear on his face.

"I haven't hit my head, didn't lose consciousness. I'm fine. Please. Let me help."

Somewhere at the back of the bus someone cried out in pain, and it was as if someone had flipped a switch. The paramedic gave a quick nod. "Okay. Just tell me if there's a problem doc, and don't be a hero. They usually end up dead," the man muttered and Conrad nearly smiled.

"Well, if we survive this, drinks are on me."

"Deal," the paramedic grinned, then turned serious. "Now show me to that bleeding kid."

xoxox

Getting most of the casualties triaged and out of the bus took almost an hour. There were two people who were still stuck inside, but that was a job for the extraction team and the emergency surgeon from County General who had arrived at the scene about twenty minutes earlier. With him on site, Conrad was finally able to step out of the bus alongside a severely injured passenger who was about to be sent to Chastain via ambulance. The paramedic Conrad had met first had already left with another patient but made sure the others at the scene knew who Conrad was. As the time passed by and one ambulance crew was exchanged for another, however, Conrad's presence became normal. The rain had washed away most of the blood from the small cuts littering the back of his neck and head and Conrad had such a commanding presence, taking things under control, that the newcomers didn't even realize he'd been involved in the accident as well.

As people stopped paying him that much attention and Conrad jumped straight back into the role he was trained for in the army, it was easy to hide the occasional wince or groan of pain when he bumped into things or just moved too fast. But even he couldn't hide the shivering caused by the wet clothes and the constant rain. So when he finally thought he did all he could at the scene and would be more useful at the hospital, Conrad climbed into the back of an ambulance with relief. For a moment, he ignored the patient inside. The paramedic was doing a good enough job of settling him in as the ambulance took off. Conrad winced, feeling every bump on the road as if it were being transmitted straight through him.

"Here, put this over you," the paramedic spoke, and Conrad opened his eyes, a bit startled that he'd let them close.

"What?" he blinked, confused when he saw the shock blanket being handed to him.

"You're shivering. I would catch hell from the nurses if I let their doctor succumb to hypothermia on my ride."

"Thanks, but I'm good," Conrad said. While he would have preferred not to be shaking like a leaf upon arrival to Chastain, the blanket wouldn't be of much help anyway. The last thing he wanted was to look like a victim. Nic or Devon would definitely jump on him and bench him if they saw him with one.

"It's a short ride anyway," Conrad said when he saw the protest forming on the paramedic's lips. The heart monitor started wailing and both the paramedic and Conrad jumped to action, trying to keep the patient alive. That was how Conrad arrived to Chastain's emergency room… running next to a stretcher, barking orders at the nearest nurse. They managed to bring the man back in the ambulance, but his heart still wasn't beating correctly and he had to be intubated.

The emergency room was a mess, but Conrad noted the triage system was well in place. He gave a thankful nod to Nic when she pointed him to a bed and made sure he had all the help he needed, despite the fact they were a bit short staffed for this amount of casualties. But they had dealt with this kind of thing before and they would deal now.

"Are you okay? I couldn't get a hold of you," Nic said as Conrad passed her. He gave her a reassuring smile.

"Yeah. Forgot to charge my phone. Then I got a bit caught up in this mess, sorry."

Nic gave him a dubious look. Conrad knew she must've noted the soaked clothes, but he had no visible injuries. Seeing that Nic still looked like she wanted to say something, Conrad decided the best course of action was to focus back on the patient. Someone called her name and Nic left, but not before telling Conrad to get out of his wet clothes. Conrad gave her a distracted nod and promptly forgot about it.

Twenty minutes later, when his patient was whisked off for an emergency craniotomy, Conrad decided it was high time to change into something dry and warm. His teeth had started to chatter and the nurses were giving him second looks. Better get presentable before he caught someone's attention.

The only good thing about the multiple casualties was the fact that everyone was busy on the floor and Conrad had the locker room to himself. He really appreciated that as he started pulling off his layers of wet clothes. Being alone in the room meant he didn't have to fight back the sounds of pain that managed to escape his lips every time he moved the wrong way. And he also didn't have to explain to anyone just how he got that nasty bruise on his side... or the myriad of small cuts littering his skin. Conrad hadn't even noticed the small glass shards on his clothes before, but with all the motion they managed to get under his jacket and shirt and scratch up his skin. He grabbed a towel from his locker and attempted to dry himself as well as he could. He paused when the towel touched a deep purple bruise on his left side. The pain that shot through him was intense and for a second, he wondered if maybe there wasn't something more serious going on than just a cracked rib and bruised tissue. He let the towel fall at the bottom of his locker, then softly touched the area. He put a slight pressure on the rib and hissed in pain. It felt more broken than cracked. He would have to be careful about moving around, but so far so good. He didn't have much trouble with breathing and he put down the heavy feeling limbs to the fact he spent the last two hours either climbing over the seats or doing CPR on a patient. Not to mention the constant shivering from the wet clothes.

Maybe he should just take a break and find himself a place to get a small lie in. Sleep and a warm blanket sounded like heaven. But then he remembered just how busy the emergency room was and how many patients were still waiting for treatment. Conrad forcibly shook off the feeling of lethargy that was creeping on him and pulled on a warm cotton undershirt and then finally his usual scrubs.

That's better, he thought, closing the locker and heading back to the ER. He would just have to scrounge up some energy for the next few hours, then he could go home and lick his wounds in peace. Or maybe not. If Nic found out he 'forgot' to mention being in the accident himself, she would give him a piece of her mind. Conrad cringed just at the thought of it. Maybe he would be better of letting her know sooner rather than later, so she had enough time to digest it. After all, while he wasn't a fan of being mother-henned, he definitely preferred it over a pissed off Nic. Resolved to catch Nic for a quick chat, he threw himself into the fray of the emergency room. She was nowhere to be seen, so Conrad did the next best thing. He zeroed in on the first patient that looked in need of help, the twinge in his side be damned.

xoxox

Two hours. That was how long it took to get the most serious casualties out of the way. They were either up in surgery or at ICU. The emergency room looked like it had been through a battle, and Conrad seriously felt like he had just fallen and been trampled by a herd of buffalo. He had already forgotten about his decision to catch up with Nic. He saw her a few times, but they were both busy doing their jobs and as time passed by, Conrad knew she would not be happy with him. Right now his own body complained in protest and Conrad winced, his hand automatically going to his tender side.

He knew that the cracked rib would hurt. Hll, the bruise must've reached impressive colors by now. But he wasn't expecting to feel so weak and tired. If anything, Conrad expected the pain in his side would keep him on his feet, but the opposite was true. Things were starting to look just a bit off and he was having trouble concentrating. When he had to ask his last patient to repeat himself because he just didn't catch it the first time, Conrad figured a bit of rest would be smart - before he actually messed up with a patient.

Trying to shake off the lethargy, Conrad grabbed a bottle of water and downed half the contents in one go. He was still thirsty, but his stomach felt full. With a sigh he capped the bottle but kept it at hand. The coolness of it against his skin felt a bit grounding. Conrad headed for the nurse's station. He wanted to ask after Nic. It was time he came clean and maybe let her find him some nice place to crash for a few minutes. He was just passing by the beds in the ER, not really paying attention, when he spotted a familiar face.

"Lisa?" he stopped by the bed with the teenage girl from the bus. She had a nasty laceration on her shoulder and Conrad cringed. He totally forgot about it once the boy was out of the bus. Luckily she was adamant and caught a ride in the ambulance with her friend.

"Dr. Conrad?" she blinked at him, her eyes teary and a bit scared. Devon Pravesh lifted his eyes from his work. He was just finishing sewing up the wound. He looked at Conrad curiously.

"You two know each other?"

Conrad nodded, stepping next to the bed and taking the hand that Lisa was automatically reaching out to him.

"I helped her friend, on the bus. I thought you were already taken care of, Lisa, " Conrad said apologetically but the girl shook her head.

"Everyone was so busy. It didn't hurt... all I could think of was Jack. Please... do you know if he's alright? I've been waiting for ages, but no one would tell me anything. I just... need to know. Please?" she begged with huge eyes and Conrad instinctively looked at Devon for answers.

"I wasn't treating him, I'm sorry. But I'll ask the nurses once we finish, alright?" Devon said calmly and pushed gently on Lisa's shoulder to keep her still just a bit longer.

"Please, I need to know," Lisa sniffed and Conrad found himself nodding. "I'll check right now, okay?" he said with a smile and turned to do so. The movement was just a bit fast though as his vision swam and Conrad had to reach out to stop himself from swaying, or worse, falling. He managed to camouflage the motion by pretending to check the time on his watch but one quick glance at Devon told him his subterfuge wasn't as successful as he thought. The man had a frown on his face. Conrad cursed in his mind then, as nonchalantly as he was able, proceeded towards the nurses' station. He could feel Devon's glare following his steps and he once again cursed his luck. Last thing he needed was Devon Pravesh hot on his heels. The man could be more stubborn than Conrad himself when he smelt blood.

Finally he reached the station. He didn't even pretend that he was full of energy and leaned against the desk heavily, giving the busy looking nurse a smile. He waited patiently while she finished the phone call and turned to him. Only when she asked with a tired smile of her own what he needed did Conrad realize that he hadn't asked for the boy's last name.

"Hey Eileen. I just need to find out about a patient from that bus crash. His name is Jack... a teenage boy. Was brought in with glass shard in his leg, nicked artery?"

The nurse was already looking into the computer, nodding her head slowly.

"Yes, Jack Neals, 16. They took him up for surgery shortly after being admitted. I don't have anything else in here, though. Will have to call up and ask."

"Can you do that please? I treated him at the scene and would like to know if he made it okay."

The nurse's eyes softened and with another nod, she picked up the phone. Conrad let out a sigh and turned around a bit, hoping to catch sight of Nic. Instead he saw Devon approaching him, the frown back on his face. When the man stopped in front of Conrad and crossed his arms on his chest, Conrad knew he was in trouble.

"You forgot to mention something, Conrad?"

Game was up. Conrad shot a look towards the bed with Lisa but couldn't see it from this angle.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about," he tried, a bit uselessly seeing as he was leaning against the nurses' desk and pretty sure that if he let go now he would just face plant within the next two steps.

"The little fact you were inside the bus when it crashed?" Devon hissed angrily, arms coming loose. Conrad winced.

"Are you out of your mind, Conrad?" Devon kept going, although at least he was making an effort to keep his voice down. "You were treating patients all this time. If anything happened, if you messed up-"

"I didn't mess up!" Conrad hissed back and wanted to keep going, but then Eileen put down the phone and looked at the two of them.

"The boy is out of surgery, stable. But they are currently pretty busy so if you want more details, you better go up and ask yourself," she gave a slightly apologetic smile.

"That's all I wanted to know, thanks Eileen," Conrad replied and with a sigh, pushed away from the desk, resolved to tell Lisa the news and then go crash in the first empty bed or chair. If Devon wanted to scold him, he could do so while he slept.

His previous assumption was right. He barely made it more than two steps before he was hit by a wave of dizziness. Conrad paused, closing his eyes in an attempt to stop everything from spinning. He swayed on his feet and very likely let out some sound of discomfort, because suddenly there was Devon, clutching his arm and giving him the needed to support to stay on his feet.

"Conrad?" The reproach was gone from Devon's voice, instead there was the familiar tone of worry. Conrad didn't care anymore.

"I think something's wrong," he admitted in a whisper, then opened his eyes. The world stopped spinning but he could see dark spots around the edge of his vision. His heart was beating just a bit too fast and breathing was becoming a chore. Conrad didn't even want to think about the blooming pain in his chest and side, though it was the only thing he could really focus on at that point.

"Yeah, I can see that," Devon muttered, then turned back towards the nurse who had also noticed the problem.

"Any free beds, Eileen?"

"Number four," she said without hesitation. "Do you need me to call Nic?"

"That would be great, thanks," Devon said before Conrad could even protest.

Seeing that he had definitely lost the fight, Conrad let out a groan of defeat and let himself be led towards the bed. He was grateful it was without much fuss and Devon instantly pulled the screen shut for privacy.

Conrad sat down heavily on the bed, swaying. He clutched at the edges of the mattress to keep himself upside even though the pillow was literally calling his name. Devon stepped in front of him, the frown back on his face as he took hold of Conrad's wrist, fingers pushing against the pulse points. By the look on his face he didn't much like what he found.

"What happened Conrad?" Devon asked and Conrad knew the question wasn't about what happened as much as what was the damage.

"I just slammed into some seats. No biggie," Conrad said, trying to play it down even though he wasn't sure why anymore. It felt almost like an instinct to play it cool, as if trying hard not to admit he could be also vulnerable. Or a victim. Never a victim.

Devon snorted and pulled out a stethoscope, gesturing Conrad to pull up his shirt.

"The fact you're using the words 'no biggie' is plenty enough. Slammed how? Chest first? Back?"

Conrad let out a sigh and slowly started pulling up his shirt. He managed to lift it a few inches, but then he groaned in pain. A curse from Devon meant he'd already spotted the bruise.

"Little help?" Conrad asked gruffly, scrubs and shirt half off as Devon observed the bruise.

"Sure," he said, and helped him with the top. Conrad had to take a second to get his breath back under control as the pain seemed to steal it from him. Devon used the moment to put the stethoscope against his skin, listening.

"Deep breaths," he instructed and Conrad wanted to glare at him, but Devon was currently at his back. So he complied, as much as he was capable without bending over from pain.

"Okay, lie down," Devon said and Conrad pulled his legs up on the bed, biting down a groan. He was at the same time thankful to be lying down and uncomfortable with being in such a vulnerable position.

"How's the pain?" Devon asked as he was palpating Conrad's side.

Conrad hissed.

"S-six?" Devon had the decency not to roll his eyes, but his face spoke volumes.

"Out of five?"

"'s just a cracked rib," Conrad said, trying to convince Devon, though at this point he had his own doubts.

"Right. You are pale as a ghost, your pulse is racing, skin clammy." As if to prove a point, Devon attached a pulse oximeter to Conrad's middle finger and turned on the machine. Based on the look on Devon's face, Conrad assumed the reading wasn't very encouraging. He tried to move around a bit to see for himself, but just then a familiar head popped in.

"Devon? Did you need some-" Nic paused, taking in the purple bruise that was the size of a large fist now adorning the left side of Conrad's chest. Then her eyes snapped towards the numbers on the machine and Conrad could pinpoint the exact moment when everything clicked. He saw the tensing of her jaw and dangerous glint in her eyes even before Devon could open his mouth and tell her.

"Unbelievable!" she let out, the anger and worry clear in her voice. Devon cringed and Conrad suddenly wished for the sweet relief of unconsciousness. His heart rate sped up just a bit and Devon must've noted it, because he raised a placating hand.

"Nic, now's not the time," he said and Nic gave a jerky nod. She took in a calming breath and Conrad watched as her whole composure changed. For the moment she was back in the nursing mood, the anger over Conrad's lie of omission momentarily pushed into the background.

"What do you need?" she asked and Devon started listing the tests. Conrad was a bit startled when Nic just nodded and left, though it was just for a moment to call in another nurse for help.

„What am I supposed to do with you?" Nic muttered as she started setting up his IV.

"Let me apologize?" Conrad said a bit sheepishly just as the needle pierced his skin. Nic looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You're just saying that because I am currently poking you with a needle," she said and Conrad snorted, but it turned into a grimace. The other nurse was trying to take his pants off, taking him by surprise. Conrad jerked. The movement sent a cascading wave of pain through his side and chest and this time, Conrad couldn't stop the moan of pain. He instinctively curled up around his injured side in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain, but it just seemed to increase the pressure and without warning, Conrad started heaving.

There was a rush of hands turning him on his side, eliciting another groan of pain, then something cold was thrust under his chin. It was no use really, Conrad didn't have anything to eat since last night so all he was bringing up was water, but that just seemed to hurt more. By the time he finished, he was shaking and his skin was covered in a cold sweat. The effort and the pain robbed him of the last of his energy and Conrad's eyes slipped closed.

He felt someone tapping his cheek and calling his name, and maybe he even managed a grunt in reply. He definitely made some kind of sound when Devon pulled up his eyelids to check his pupils with a penlight, but it probably wasn't very comprehensible. It surely didn't stop the people around him from poking him and doing things he would have normally at least put up a token fight for.

When he heard Nic's voice calling his name, talking to him softly, he tried to focus. He really did, even managing to turn his head slightly and open his eyes to a slit. He saw her worried face above him, but she wasn't looking down. She was talking to someone else. Conrad thought it must've been something important, because her tone was frantic.

She needed help and Conrad wanted to sit up and ask what was wrong, who hurt her and what could he do to make it better, but his attempt to get up resulted only in someone pushing him back down onto the bed.

"There's definitely swelling in the upper left quadrant. I'd like to do a CT-"

"CT is fully booked right now. Even if we push him to the head of the line, it'll take at least an hour to get the results," it was Nic and Conrad could hear the monitor give a warning beep even as he felt like the bed was ready to swallow him.

"His BP is too low-"

"We'll have to make do with the ultrasound and chest x-ray," Devon said from the distance. Conrad wasn't sure if any time passed or not. Suddenly there was something cold on his abdomen. He let out a choked sound as the pain increased along with the pressure.

"Sh, I'm here. You'll be fine." It was Nic, squeezing his palm and whispering calming words into his ear. Conrad felt suddenly incredibly guilty even though he wasn't sure why. Whatever was happening to him was beyond his comprehension right now. All he knew was that he messed up and now he was paying for it. All he wanted to do was tell Nic not to worry and apologize.

"S-sorry," he managed to utter, but he wasn't sure if she heard him. There was an oxygen mask on his face, but despite feeling the rush of air, he was having trouble breathing.

Time became irrelevant. Conrad could hear voices all around, felt the draft of air on his skin. At one point he felt something cold flowing through his veins, burning, but at the same time bringing relief from the pain. Things stopped mattering. He knew he should be worried about all the ruckus around, but he only caught a few words. And none of them had real meaning to him right now.

"Fluid around the spleen-"

"How's the chest X-ray?"

"Page Dr. Okafor-"

Just not Bell, please, Conrad thought. There was nothing else that could complete his humiliation and probably kill him at the same time. Though he might've been mistaken on that point.

"How is he? How is my son?" A new voice joined the crowd and Conrad winced at hearing the edge of worry in his father's voice. A flame of guilt joined the gnawing pain inside his chest. The last thing he wanted was to worry his dad. Not now. The man was just few weeks out of a life threatening surgery. He should have been enjoying some free time recuperating, not worrying about his son. The guilt was so strong that Conrad fought the sleepiness and actually tried to open his eyes and look at his father. All he could manage were slits, but it was enough to see his pale-looking father standing by the door, trying to get an answer out of Devon.

"D-dad?" Conrad croaked but his voice was lost in everything going on around him. Groaning, he tried to move his arm to let them know he was awake, but the motion was too tiring and he gave up. What was the point anyway? It wasn't as if he could keep up a meaningful conversation, anyway. Maybe letting go of control for once wasn't such a bad idea.

"We've got you Conrad," Nic said from his side and suddenly there was Mina, adding to the pile of questions and giving out orders. Conrad let out a sigh and his eyes slipped closed. When someone jostled him as he was being moved from the bed to a stretcher, even the sounds vanished. All Conrad knew was white silence and then nothing.

TBC