Acceptance- Part 8
This part is different from the others, it doesn't really advance the plot, but this perspective just popped into my head. I hope you like it. Please leave reviews.
Nurse 's POV
I work the double shift at Trenton General Hospital a lot. The last few days in the OR and the ICU have been quite interesting. We have a girl in her mid thirties suffering from a gunshot wound to the chest. I have seen several gunshot patients in my day, but this one is unique.
The girl's name is Steph, and her situation is…well, I don't know what it is. She came into the OR three days ago close to death, bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the chest. She was followed by seven huge, muscular men in black clothes, each armed with several weapons, looking like an army . Their black shirts all said Rangeman, and they wore Kevlar vests, some covered in blood, and belts filled with a variety of weapons. Apparently they had all been involved in a shootout of some sort, with Steph on the losing end. I wondered how , with guys like this around her, she had even gotten involved in a shootout.
The men were extremely handsome, and unbelievably lethal looking. These men had obviously been in the military, I would bet Special Forces judging by some of the tattoos on their arms. These were men who looked like they had killed and would kill again, especially for the girl. They seemed so protective, I wondered that they would let her anywhere near a gun. They had set up a vigil in the OR waiting room, a massive black shadow against the bright sterility of the waiting room.
They argued a lot about someone named Ranger. When this Ranger guy actually showed up, I was pretty sure that two of them were going to pulverize him. One of them, a huge dark haired guy named Vince with tattoos on his massive biceps, looked like he might draw his gun until a slightly shorter guy broke it up. I have never seen so many hot guys fight over one girl like that. That Ranger was smart to leave before he got the shit kicked out of him.
After Stephanie came out of the OR, Dr. James met with the men and they all claimed to be her family. Well, one was huge and black, a few of the others were Hispanic, so it didn't seem they could be related to the girl. But they insisted they were, and refused to leave.
Stephanie has been in the ICU for three days now, and the men haven't left. At least two of them are here at all times. One usually stands guard outside in the ICU waiting room, while another sits inside with her. We called the hospital security guards, but our guards were wimpy looking compared to these guys, and unwilling to take them on. One of our guys told one of these Rangeman guys that if he didn't stop challenging anyone who walked through the door, he would be removed from the premesis. The young muscular guy, Zip, I believe he's called, told the security guy that he was welcome to try removing him, then stood there like a solid black, impenetrable wall.
I had never seen anything like it. Who were these men? Her paperwork says she is single, but these men talk about her as if they care about her. Brothers? Maybe. But not the vibe I was getting. They all call her affectionate names like sweetie, honey, and baby. It is obvious they are all half in love with her. I thought maybe they were the girl's boyfriends, then I ruled out that idea. These were alpha males, certainly territorial. No way would they share a woman. They wouldn't get along so well together if they were all banging the girl.
They were definitely lethal, and used to being in control of every situation. I could tell that they were a bit worried since they couldn't control what happened to Stephanie, and that made them even more protective. Strong men get that way when confronted with a situation they have no control over. It was unbelievable to see so many lethal, strong, dangerous men act so gentle and tender around her. It is obvious that she is very special to them.
One of them, I think his name is Bobby, must be a medic. When he sits with her, he never lets go of her hand. He is constantly checking her monitors and asking about her meds. He watches me intently when I take her vitals and I even caught him taking her blood pressure himself once, as if he couldn't trust us to take proper care of her.
I went in yesterday and the young guy, maybe mid-twenties, was in there. He was younger than Stephanie, but still very protective of her. I think he said he was Zip. He was standing by the foot of the bed, gently rubbing her relatively small, blanketed feet in his large hands. It was such a dichotomy to see such a strong man, used to hurting and violence touching her so carefully.
Shortly after she came into the ICU, a massive man on crutches hobbled in and sat down next to her bed , propping his leg on another chair. This one, called Woody, had been injured with her. He had refused treatment, even though he was bleeding profusely, until he knew how Steph was. Now he sat, oblivious to his own pain, his massive dark hand gently caressing her smaller, limp one.
Last night I came in around two. She was having a restless night, moaning and thrashing softly. Lester, a large, muscular Hispanic guys in the requisite black, stood next to her bed, holding her hand gently against his chest, stroking her forehead, and whispering softly to her in Spanish. I have no idea what he said, and no idea if she knew. But his words seemed to instantly calm her, and she settled down.
She was injured so badly, and she had a long recovery ahead of her. She was lucky to have these strong, devoted, incredibly hot guys guys to take care such gentle care of her. Lucky girl.
Vince's POV
Steph had been in the ICU for almost four days now, with one of us constantly at her side. Fuck the five minute visitors rule, we had spent every minute of the last few days in that quiet, starkly white room, doing nothing but listening to the sounds of the machines, holding her hand, and occasionally talking to her. Not too much talking though, since we are Rangemen, and that is not what we do. I had a lot of time to think about the showdown with Ranger. Fuck Ranger. She doesn't need him.
She had been agitated for the last few hours, her eyes fluttering and the beeping of the monitors speeding up as she fought for consciousness. I stroked her hand, which had been periodically twitching in mine. Her eyelids fluttered and then slowly opened, as if they were suddenly very heavy. The first thing I saw in them was panic as she awoke remembering the horror of the shootout. "Steph, honey, its Vince, you're safe. " Her eyes finally focused on me and I saw all the fear go out of them, replaced with relief and then peacefulness. I met her eyes and grinned at her. " Its ok, you were shot, but you'll be ok." It felt good knowing that she knew she was safe as soon as she saw me. It was so good to see her beautiful blue eyes open, especially since we had been afraid we'd never see them again. I was so relieved , I decided I would wait until later to kill her for not wearing the Kevlar.
Nurse's POV
I went into the room to see that Stephanie had finally regained consciousness, her blue eyes focused on Vince. He flashed me a drop dead gorgeous smile. "She's awake," he told me. I sighed. Damn, I though again. This was a lucky girl.
