LOSING A BROTHER

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Just an idea I had that will eventually lead to a Greetings From Tucson/Trauma crossover, though I'm not sure when I'll be uploading that. Not really sure where the idea came from, but here you are. Trauma belongs to NBC and Dario Scardapane and Greetings From Tucson belongs to its creators. I only own the plot.

Pain. That was the first thing Maria Tiant was aware of. Excruciating pain. But why? Why was she in pain? Ugh. What happened? she wondered. Then she remembered: she and her brother David had been in a car accident. David! Was he okay? Holding back a wince, she unbuckled herself. Nothing's broken here, she thought. And that was good. But she needed to check on David. She turned her attention to the driver's seat.

"David? David, are you okay?" she asked. Her eyes widened when she saw the gash on his forehead. Apparently, he had hit the steering wheel. Damn it! I should've let him fix the damn seatbelt! she thought to herself. But no, she had bullied him into giving her the money because she wanted something for herself. Okay, she couldn't think like that. "David, David, can you hear me?" she asked frantically, placing her hands on his face. He'd hate her for it and snap at her, but anything would be better than this silence from him. Someone spoke up, saying something about nine-one-one, but Maria wasn't listening. She was too busy trying to get a response from her younger brother. "David, open your eyes. We're okay. Come on, little brother. Open your eyes," she encouraged. When she didn't get a response, she slapped him across the face. That would do the trick. It had to. "OPEN YOUR EYES!" she shouted.

"Miss, you need to lie down so that we can look you over. You may have some internal injuries," she heard a voice say.

"I'm fine. It's David. He won't wake up," she responded. "David, come on. Open your eyes," she said, her voice cracking. Why wasn't he opening his eyes? A man walked up to them and she could see the uniform he was wearing. A medic. This was a medic. Good. He could get David to wake up. The man looked the boy over for a few moments and then shook his head.

"He's gone," he reported and Maria shook her head. That was a lie. David wasn't gone.

"David, come on. Wake up," she encouraged again.

"Miss, I'm sorry," the man responded.

"SHUT UP! He's not gone!" she screamed, glaring at him. "David, come on! I'll-I'll be a better sister, I promise! I won't pick on you so much and I'll stop ruining your dates with Sarah. Hell, I'll give you the money I was saving for that dress so that you can buy a better car! I know I stole this one from you! I'm so sorry! Please wake up! Please!" Tears streamed down her face as she cradled the boy close to her. She had-she had failed him. She hadn't protected him. The medic went to pry her away from David but she just jerked away as she continued to cry. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the motionless body spoke for itself. She had lost her brother…