Better
Chapter 10
She was on a shout, she was on a shout and he was nervous. A helicopter crash and now she was trapped but as far as they knew she was fine. He was holding onto the saying no news was good news. He was keeping himself busy and barley speaking to anyone save his emotions would give him away.
Currently he was taking a patient to psych. However the patient - once she realized where she was going - freak hit Max in the face with her folder and ran.
Now he and the nurse we're going back to the ED empty handed and for Max a black eye.
As it happened as he got so did Hannah no worse for wear.
"This is Jessica-"
He heard no more, since he was focusing on Hannah. Once Zoe had all the information she needed off Hannah, she asked her to look at Max's eye.
"Your bleeding," he said, once they were in a cubicle.
"Huh," she asked, from where she was putting her gloves on.
"Cut on your head," he said.
"Will I go blind?" he asked, as she examined him.
"Not with that no," she said, before she slumped against him.
"Tell you what now I know how Mary Jane Watson feels everyone time Spiderman goes out," he said. "You ok?"
"Yeah, no I don't know I was so scared," she whispered.
"I found your text," he whispered.
"I meant every word."
"I love you too," he whispered, before leaning in.
"I should get back to my patient," she said. "I was just stealing some strength.
She backed away from him just before the curtain whooshed open.
"All good?" asked Zoe.
"Yeah just bruising," said Hannah.
She stepped forward, her foot catching on the instrument tray stand. She spilled forward, her hip crashing into the tray.
Arms wrapped around her waist, familiar arms and her descent was stopped and she was back on her feet.
"Thank you," she said.
"Let's get that cut looked at," said Zoe. "Max you can let go of her now."
"Yeah," said Max, dropping his arms.
He slipped off the bed and out of the cubicle.
Hannah sat down and within minutes she was stitched up. But as Zoe walked off and Hannah stood up, she was down and max saw.
"Dr Hanna," shouted Max.
"Yes," she said, turning.
"Can I get a trolley in here?" asked Zoe, heading towards Hannah.
"What happened?" she asked.
"She just went down," said Max.
"Ok let's take her to the small resus," said Zoe.
"I want labs, EKG, CBC."
"Max the patient in resus needs a CT," said Mrs Beauchamp. "Where's Dr Tate."
"Small resus," said Max. "She collapsed."
He headed off to resus.
"I want the doctor who was with me at the crash," said the patient. "Can you get her for me when I get back," she asked.
"She collapsed," said Max.
"Then I want to know how she is," she said.
"I'll find out when you've had your CT," said Max.
The labs were rushed, she was dehydrated and exhausted.
"Hannah your a doctor and you should know better. You've pushed yourself too much. Your on fluids and when you've finished this bag you can go. In a taxi," said Zoe.
Hannah nodded as Max came in.
"The patient-"
"Jessica," said Hannah.
"Jessica says thank you and wants to know how your doing," said Max.
"I'm fine," she said. "Just stupid.
"You're not stupid," said Zoe.
"I am I know the signs. I had the signs and I ignored them," said Hannah.
"How long has this being going on?" asked Zoe.
"Couple of years. I had a problem with it as a kid parents had to reward me at the end of the day if I had five glasses. Then I was ok. Then I got this job and I got busy and I didn't notice until I stopped and I tried to drink more and I have good days and days," said Hannah.
"Which are?" asked Zoe.
"A good day can be three to five glasses of juice maybe one or two bottles on shift. Bad one bottle or glass a day sometimes getting into the afternoon before I realize I haven't had a drink all day," said Hannah.
"Well you obviously have more good then bad because there's no signs of any major problems so keep drinking. The rest of that IV should run though in about half an hour," said Zoe, before she walked out.
"You're an idiot you know," said Max, stopping at the bottom of the bed.
She nodded.
"You know your going to get watched a lot more."
"Here or at home?" she asked.
"Both," said Max. "Why didn't you tell me I could have helped."
She burst into tears and he was quick to come forward and hold her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"We can get though this and you can get though this and get better. It's been a long and emotional day. We'll be out soon," whispered Max.
She nodded.
"So you," he said. "You just rest and I take you home when I've finished in half and hour."
She didn't answered and he pulled back to find her asleep.
He set her down and headed to resus to tell Jessica Hannah was ok.
"Max," said Zoe. "Is Hannah ok?"
"She got upset. She just needed a friend. "She's asleep now and I offered to drive her home in her car when my shifts finished and stay tomorrow."
"I'm in charge of this weeks schedule this week your doing a double of Monday your off Friday," said Zoe. "So you can look after your friend."
Max nodded and walked off.
When it came time Hannah to go Max ended up pushing her out in a wheelchair asleep and she slept till morning.
"So they'll be more rumours," said Max. "I told Zoe we're friends."
"But everyone will speculate that we're more," said Hannah. "We can beat rumours."
"Yes we can," smiled Max.
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Gabriella Somerfield