Dylan tapped Bella on her shoulder, "Have you seen a patient, male, about this high, dark curly hair, thinks he's a god?"

Bella smiled, shaking her head, "If I see one, I'll let you know."

Dylan nodded and continued on his search across the department, muttering about middle class boys and responsibilities.

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"We've got a 5 year old boy coming in with a gunshot wound to the chest alert at present but a lot of blood loss at the scene."

Bella looked up, she had been listening in, "ETA?"

Tom made a face, "Bella, you are six months pregnant." Dylan and Mr Jordan had both requested that Bella stick to light duties- ie not treating in resus.

"Come on Tom, how many gunshot wounds have you treated?"

Tom shrugged, "3?"

"Whereas my total is a mere 70-something."

"It's technically a paediatric case-"

Bella interrupted him. "I've been involved in 8 separate occasions where I young child has been hit with a gunshot wound. I'm probably over-qualified here. Please."

Charlie nodded. "Linda can you get a chest drain set and I'll tell X-Ray and CT?"

Bella added. "And Linda, can you contact theatre and tell them we may need to come up and fast.

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Bella met with the trolley just outside resus. Nick frowned at her but he knew that Bella had the most experience with gunshot wounds so he didn't argue when she got kitted out in a gown and gloves. Jeff and Dixie were the paramedics. "This is Jacob, nearly 6 he's got a gunshot wound to the lower chest, no sign of an exit wound. He's lost a lot of blood, nearly 2 units. Bps 130, pulse 33 and sats are at 94%. He's had 2 of morphine, 2 of saline and that's his dad over there."

Bella nodded. "Cheers Jeff. What's happened you then Jacob?"

The little kid looked up at her with wide eyes. "I've got a bad cut on my tummy."

"Bad cut, okay. Me and my friends here are gonna check you over."

Bella examined the wound as Nick took charge of stabilising the boy, " It's a clear entry, no fragments as far as I can see"

The team continued to work on the patient, the poor kid was scared but Tom did an excellent job of reassuring him and all things considered he was doing fine so Bella went back to cubicles- Tom would page her if there was a problem even if Nick wouldn't.

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She got the page, he'd crashed in the scanner and they'd had to open them up. She got herself scrubbed up and went to assist Nick. "Bella, I said not-"

"I've probably got more experience of operating on gunshots in the chests under gunfire than you have observed in the safety of an operating theatre." He conceded her point with a quick nod and Tom stepped aside to let her assist. She held her hand out for some forceps. "I can see the fragment. Swabs, are you ready?" She pulled it out and placed it into the dish. "There's a tiny tear here, Nick can you get that?"

Her father nodded, he already had the stitches ready. Charlie smiled, Nick and Bella made a brilliant team when they weren't bickering about technicalities.

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She met Dylan at the door. He took her bag and after checking that they were alone apart from the odd patient, slid his arm around her. "You treated in resus today."

"I was needed in resus today. It's not like I ran a marathon. Nick and Tom were both there."

Dylan shrugged slightly. "Point taken."

"How was your day?"

"I spent most of the time convincing boys on LSD that they weren't God."

"I heard about that."

"Idiots."

Bella shrugged. "I can't judge. I've done stupider things that have caused more harm."

"I won't hold it against you if you're hypocritical."

"Fine, idiots. I still think my emergency thorocotomy on a 6 year old boy wins."

Dylan smiled. "I would agree. But resus is cheating and it wasn't strictly your case."

"I- Okay, I had two unrelated heroin overdoses?"

"Boring."
"They were. 3 alcohol related mishaps. A trampoline broken arm. Various stomach/ vomiting/ diarrhea /drunk/bla bla bla. A hypochondriac?"

"Getting slightly less boring."

"Trust me, she was anything but interesting."

Dylan smiled triumphantly. "So I win."

"Oh, I forgot my broken nail. Can we call it a draw?" Bella was hopeful. "You know I can't cook."

Dylan smirked, "Yeah, actually, after that 'pasta bake' you made, I think it'd be safer if I handed the kitchen from now on."

"It looked easier in the recipe book. I didn't know you had to do the cheese and pasta separately..."

"You're washing up though."

Bella shrugged, "Fair enough."

Sorry it's short and disjointed but the next bit is so long that I couldn't find any other way to split it. And if you like this enough to favourite/follow or even just read it every week I would appreciate a review, maybe, please? xoooxoxxx love you guys