So first time ever author here (*hiding behind all my fave fandoms for protection*). I have written small things like this before when I can't get them out of my head and this one would just NOT LEAVE. So I've been writing it out. I've been contemplating posting some of my writing for a long time and finally got the little extra push from some sweet friends so I'm finally doing this!

I'm shocked that the 2019 version of Miss Bala has no fanfictions on here yet. Like seriously... have people seen Ismeal Cruz Cordova?! Honestly, drool. Those eyes. Dear Lord I need a fan like a proper southern lady.

ANYWAY. Moment done. So yes, first story. I'm hella nervous to post this and would love CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and any feed back people feel like leaving. I have no beta so this is all me. I plan to post more on this stories but knowing people are reading it and/ or like it would go a LONG way in motivating me!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognize & only own this story thread and any new fictional characters.

- SweetTEA

Screaming. Crying. Moaning. No, wailing. Wailing of pure despair... was what she heard when she ran into the Tijuana Hospital Emergency Department waiting room. Up at the desk she got a very frazzled staff member's attention, "English?!"

"Yes, what do you want? We're clearly busy so unless you are actively dying you'll have to wait." She said impatiently trying to organize a bunch of folders that appeared to be patients waiting to be seen.

"I'm a registered nurse back in the States. I came to offer my help. I can triage, treat minor stuff, flip rooms between patients or whatever you all need help with."

She studied me and I could practically see her trying to figure out how much trouble she'd get into for letting me help.

"Alright sign into this volunteer list here, then of back and find Miguel. He'll find you something to do. Gracias…" she looked at me as I filled out the paperwork.

"Oh, Alexis ma'am."

"Gracias Alexis now head back. He should be somewhere near the nurses station."

I nodded my head to her and walked back. Back home they do plenty of mass casualty/ disaster drills but I don't think any of that could've prepared me for the real thing. I walked slowly to the large, open nurses station trying to keep out of the way as much as possible while I took it all in. People were everywhere, in varying states of exhaustion but everyone was doing something to try and help someone else.

Flashback:

Alexis had just finished taking the last her belongings out of her suitcase when she first heard the sirens pass by. The act of unpacking wasn't difficult since it all fit in a carry on, it was more about trying to get it done while surrounded by drunk girls celebrating their friend Rachel's "Last Fling Before the Ring". They were only in Tijuana for the weekend and it was more than enough for Alexis. She loved Rachel but her college sorority sisters and their constant squealing of "OMG" got old within an hour. With near constant squeals of some kind Alexis was already figuring out the fastest way to get away from them or get away and get drunk in peace. More sirens passed within seconds of each other and Alexis cocked her head to the side. 'I wonder what's happening?' She thought. She researched Tijuana briefly before they left. Being a nurse taught Alexis a lot about people and society very quickly and now she was not nearly as trusting of people as she used to be. She wanted to know where they were going to be staying, the state of Tijuana's crime, where the closest hospital was (down the road according to the map she'd studied), and how to get ahold of the embassy or American officials if necessary. She knew none of the rest of the girls she was with cared a lick about any of that but she didn't like the idea of being in a foriegn country without knowing the basics— like the fact that there was currently a gang war for territory happening in Tijuana between the corrupt police force and the biggest cartel in the area. More sirens passed by and she saw the lights reflect on the wall. Alexis moved to the window to look at the street below and found chaos.

"What the hell?!" She muttered to no one in particular, as was the norm this weekend the only one who paid her any mind was Rachel. She stumbled over giggling about something Janelle or whatever the snooty one's name was.

"What's happ- Oh my god!"

The road was flooded with emergency vehicles, cops, SWAT and people dressed to the nines covered in what looked to be soot and varying degrees of blood. As they looked through the mess it all seemed to be heading towards the hospital.

Because Rachel had said something all the drunks in the room were now paying attention. One managed to turn the tv on and find a news station. Subtitles were flying as they talked about the gang wars breaking out at the Miss Baja California Pageant.