Well, this is my first Glee fan fiction; I'm very open to criticism. Hope you enjoy! And please review, they help me think and make me extremely happy!
I don't own Glee
"Okay, now Mrs. Johnson, just take this pill twice a day every week for exactly 2 months," Blaine said, signing the prescription. "Just get it in the pharmacy on the upper floor and tell the doctor I sent you. Okay?"
"Yes Dr. Anderson," she said, giving him a smile. "Thank you."
"Now, tell your grandkids hi for me," Blaine said politely, beginning to walk out the room.
"I will," she said, waving good bye.
Blaine closed the door and sighed happily. This was definitely worth it, Blaine thought, but, why does it feel as if I'm missing something. He shook his head and shrugged. Now that he's finished his clinic duty early on in the week, he can focus on his other cases.
He got onto the elevator and headed for his office. He smiled, took a seat in his computer chair and looked at his desk, making sure that everything was completely organized. He saw his old Warblers photo and his smile grew. Oh how I miss singing, he thought.
Blaine grabbed the photo and stared at it intently trying to name everybody. There's David," he began. "Wes, Nick, Jeff, Thad, Trent, Andrew, and Flint." He looked at a tall brunette standing in the middle with their shoulders around each other. Now who is this again? He slowly began to go over all of the names in his mind before he was distracted by the speakers.
"Dr. Jameson, Dr. Evergreen, and Dr. Anderson, please report to the E.R. We have a Code Red! Dr. Jameson, Dr. Evergreen, and Dr. Anderson, please report to the E.R. immediately!"
Blaine dropped his photo as the glass gently broke. He jumped up and made a run for it. He couldn't take the elevators now, so he quickly ran for the stairs, the two other doctors already halfway down. Code red, he thought, it must have been a horrible car accident. He slammed open the door as he rushed out of the stairway.
He started muttering to himself about not getting enough exercise. All of the other doctors were already there. Blaine sighed and tapped Dr. Evergreen's shoulder. "What's happening?"
"Well Anderson," she began, she never called anybody by their first name, if she did, then it would've meant that she was angry at you. "The ambulances haven't arrived yet." Blaine internally groaned. "So, I suggest you take of your extremely clean white coat and put this on." She handed Blaine a green gown and walked outside to await the ambulances with Dr. Jameson.
Blaine rolled his eyes and quickly threw it on, running outside. "Blaine," Dr. Jameson said. "I'll take the first and second ambulance. Angel said she'd take care of the third and fourth. You can go ahead and take care of the fifth and sixth."
"Wait a second," Blaine said. "How many ambulances are there?"
"There's eight with at least one seriously injured in each and one that's only been bruised."
"Who's taking the other two then," Blaine asked.
"I've asked Dr. Flores to get them, she should be here soon," Dr. Evergreen said quickly.
Blaine froze for a second. "We all have four people to take care of each," Blaine asked.
"Yeah," Dr. Evergreen said, coming to the same conclusions. "Where are the other doctors?"
Dr. Jameson smiled playfully. "They're not here. If you guys are overwhelmed, I would be happy to take some of your patients off of your hands."
"Like heck I would," Dr. Evergreen said.
Blaine laughed. "This should be fun."
"Good," Dr. Jameson said, grinning.
Suddenly, the ambulances came running down the street as Dr. Flores came running out. "You get the last ones," Dr. Evergreen said, as she began to run towards the stopping ambulances.
One of the medics quickly rushed the two of his bruised patients into the E.R. he walked beside the two other patients. "Details," he said to one of the medics.
"This one is comatose doc," he said. The guy had short blonde hair, blood covered his face.
"He's suffered third degree burns, my god," Blaine said. "Take him to a room quickly; I'll be there as soon as possible."
Blaine turned to the other medic. The patient looked slightly familiar. His eyes were wide open, his greenish bluish eyes showing great terror. His shirt was covered in blood, but his face remained safe, but covered in ash. "You'll be ok," Blaine whispered.
"He was one of the passengers. He's in shock. We've given him some morphine along the way to stop him from screaming. He's fine but he's suffered some burns in his arms."
"Take him to curtain two," he said quickly. He rushed into the room which held the other victim.
Blaine looked up at the medic and he simply shook his head. He slowly approached the body and looked at the clock. "Time of death," he sighed, controlling himself. "Twenty two hundred hours exactly."
He then rushed out of the room and ran to his other patient. "Okay, let me take a look at you please," he said.
The man slowly sat down and leaned back into his cot. He gulped and showed Blaine his arms. Blaine gently took his arms and inspected him. "They're not too bad," Blaine said, giving him a warm smile.
He grabbed some gel and gently massaged in onto his arms. He then wrapped bandages around his arms and made sure it would hold.
"Thank you," the patient whispered.
Blaine shook his head," It's not problem. Now go ahead and lie down and take a rest. I'll be back to check on you soon."
"Yes Doctor," he said. He began to lie down.
Blaine began to run to his other patients but quickly turned around. "Excuse my manners," he said, walking backwards. "My name is Dr. Anderson, what's yours?"
The patient slowly rose up his head and gave him a grin. "My name's Kurt," he said. "Kurt Hummel."
And that's when it hit Blaine Anderson.
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P.S. Sorry for the cliffy!