"Dr. Zeiglar, they are paging you to the front desk. They say its urgent."
Piercing, ice-blue eyes looked up and the scrub nurse tensed.
"How urgent?" came the clipped response, blue eyes returning downward, freeing him from their grasp.
"Excuse me, doctor?"
"Well the situation must be dire if they're paging me when I'm elbow deep in a chest cavity trying to make sure Thomas here doesn't bleed to death- suction!"
A flurry of movement filled the operating room following the steady rhythm of the heart monitor.
"Well?" again blue eyes pierced through the nurse who immediately ducked his head to speak into the phone. Shoulders hunched as if to shield himself from the icy flames in Dr. Zeiglar's eyes.
"They won't say, only that its urgent."
Dr. Zeiglar snorted and turned back to the mess of blood and organs that lay before her. "Well tell them this; unless there is an actual 'urgent' medical emergency, whatever situation they have can wait."
"But -!"
"It can wait until this little boy is safe and guaranteed to live to see his next birthday!" Zieglar barked, and the operating room went silent. The only sound being the chirps and whirls of the machinery, no one daring to breathe.
"Y-yes doctor, I'll tell them to wait."
"Good. Now let's save this boy's life!"
The nurse grimaced and slowly hung up the phone before smiling weakly at the uniforms before her. She licked her lips and shrank back into her seat as they towered over her.
"Well?"
"I-I'm sorry Lieutenant Comm-."
"Jack will do, miss." Jack smiled gently at her, perfect white teeth gleaming below warm blue eyes. She flushed her mouth going slack and Jack heard Gabriel snort behind him. "Miss?"
That seemed to snap her to attention and he watched her turn an alarming shade of crimson. "Um uh, yes! Sorry, um, Dr. Zeiglar is in the middle of an emergency surgery and can't leave." The nurse stuttered, "If you gentlemen would like I can call her assistant and see if she can schedule you an appoint-."
"We'll wait."
The nurse flinched at the sharp timber and glanced warily at the dark man behind Jack. While the Lieutenant Commander was all blonde hair, blue eyes and sunshine smiles his companion was the opposite. Dark eyes glared over sharp, scarred cheekbones, his broad shoulders sharpened by his military uniform making him appear even larger then he already was.
She swallowed thickly. "Sir?"
"I said we'll wait." His voice cracked like a whip, his accent sharpening it like a blade and the nurse flinched back.
"B-but sir, Dr. Zieglar is in surgery and who knows how long that'll take."
Gabriel crossed his arms and growled, "We can wait."