I know, I know... I have a lot of other stories to write and I will get back to them, I just... ugh I have major writers block and then this story came into my head and I was like nope! So I pushed it aside and now there is no other way than to write it, because it keeps coming back to me.
So here it is and I promise I will try and work on the other stories, but they are not working right now. My brain is so weird and I hope you all like this story as much as you have the others.
I do not own Glee, but I do own this storyline.
Sorry for any mistakes, perfection is overrated.
Enjoy my loves and please review and tell me what you think, because it makes my heart warm and fuzzy when I read those reviews.
There is a lot of commotion when Mercedes turns around. She is just in time to see him flying over the front of the car, smashing into the windshield. Everything after that went into slowmotion. She hears people screaming and gathering around the man who is now laying on the ground.
She paves a way through the people who are gathering and looking like it is the new show on the block. She internally rolls her eyes and gasps audibly when she sees the man lying down.
She crouches next to him and sees he is not responsive. Her heart races and asks a man to call an ambulance. She turns around and puts her hands on the cheeks of the man lying still on the ground. She can see he is still breathing, but it is difficult for him.
Her hands go from his head to his neck, trying to feel if he has any injuries. The sound around her is fading as she concentrates on the man fighting for his life. Her hands slowly go down to his very fit chest. Keep your head in the game Cedes. She murmurs to herself.
Her hands feel around his chest and then go to his abdomen. It feels a little wet there and when she picks her right hand up she sees a red substance on her finger tips. She looks up when someone gasps and sees a man going ashen. Men, am I right? She jokes inside her head and looks back at the man.
His expensive suit is covering up the fact that he has a wound on the left side of his abdomen. She puts his jacket aside and bites her bottom lip. She puts pressure on the wound, but it isn't good enough. She pulls off her own jacket and puts it on the wound.
She tries to speak to him, but the noise around them is too loud. She traces his eyebrow with her thumb, hoping it will soothe him in some way. The pressure on the wound makes her hand cramp and she looks around hoping the ambulance is close.
When she hears the siren she exhales a breath she has been holding. "You are going to be fine." She whispers to him, while she brushes a few strands of his hair out of his face.
The crowd separates as the EMT's get into place. She tells them what happened and that she has been trying to treat his wound as well as she can.
The EMT's go to work on him and he gets an oxygen mask on while they assess the wound that has been bleeding profusely. Mercedes looks at her hands, still his blood on them and she sees her hands are shaking a little bit.
With a quick prayer for the man she tries to keep her breathing under control. She hears the EMT's speaking hospital jargon. She doesn't understand everything they say, but she hears he has lost a lot of blood.
The police also comes into view and tries to give them a bit more room to work on the man. They put him on a gurney and look at Mercedes. She is still slightly shaking when one of the EMT's walks up to her.
"Would you like to come with us?" She asks Mercedes and she frowns.
"I... I don't know him." Mercedes stumbles through her sentence. Why would they want her to come with him?
"Okay, well thanks for helping as much as you can." She looks at the EMT as she turns around and heads back to the ambulance. In a split second Mercedes makes a decision.
"I would like to come with you." She says when she is caught up with the EMT. She doesn't know anything about this man, but what if they don't find out who he is and he is all alone. With that thought she looks from one EMT to the other.
"Sure, hop in." The EMT says and she gets in with them. They go to work on him while she sits there, thinking why she wanted to go with them. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.
They drive fast with the siren on. Mercedes gets slightly dizzy at the drivers behavior.
When they arrive at the hospital she jumps out of the ambulance. They get the gurney out with the man on it and run into the hospital. Just as they want to get him into surgery, he flatlines.
Mercedes holds her breath as she sees the doctor give him a heart massage. When that doesn't work they try to revive him with a fibrillation machine. She hears the beep of his heart rate machine and she grabs her own chest.
She slumps down on one of the seats when they ride him into surgery. She closes her eyes and exhales, putting her head against the wall. This was definitely not how she thought her day would end.
She dozes off for a little while when she feels a tap on her shoulder. She opens her eyes begrudgingly and sees a blonde nurse looking up at her. She sighs and straightens in the chair.
"Madam, you are with the man who was brought in for a puncture wound right?" Mercedes, still groggy nods her head. The nurse continues. "He is out of surgery and he had a phone with him. He didn't have his wallet on him, so we don't know who he is. Maybe you can unlock the phone?"
The nurse looks at her with a little hope in her eyes as she hands over the phone to Mercedes. She looks from the phone to the nurse, not really knowing what to with both of them. "Uhm… thank you?"
"He is in room 205." The nurse says before she walks off. Mercedes looks back at the phone and pushes the home button. There he is, the John Doe that is now in room 205.
She sighs heavily, puts the phone in her bag and starts walking towards the right room. She hesitates before she walks in.
The sight makes her stomach churn. He is connected to all these machines. One for his breathing, another for his heart and a third for the fluid that is dripping from the IV. She can see his chest rise slowly and the beeping in the room is deafening. Everything else is silent.
She slits into a chair next to the bed and gets his phone onto the table. She exhales again and puts her hands over her face. "It's just you and me buddy." She says as she shifts a little in the chair and closes her eyes.
The beeping of the machines bringing her to a peaceful place and she drifts into sleep.
After a few hours Mercedes opens her eyes, still only hearing the beeping of the machines. The nurse gets in to get his breathing tube out.
"He is able to breathe on his own. That is a good sign of him recovering well. He had quite the blow with a few cracked ribs and a puncture wound that graced his lung. It collapsed and he went into cardiac arrest on the table. Luckily we have a lot of great doctors here. I think you're very noble for doing what you're doing. I should be back in a few hours to check on him again." The nurse smiles at Mercedes and she smiles back.
"Thank you." She says to the nurse as the nurse leaves. Mercedes gets up and stretches her body, feeling the soreness. "That is what you get from sleeping in two different seats."
She can hear her mom in her head asking what she is doing. She does what she always does, helping people. That is why she got into psychology in the first place. She isn't that fond of being a doctor of any kind with a body or blood or anything like that.
But the psyche was always intriguing to Mercedes. Her school learned her that there is more to our brain than the general person knows. Having physical pain is easy to see and help, but psychological pain is much harder to pinpoint and Mercedes loves that kind of puzzle.
She hates when people look at her differently when she tells them she is a psychologist, but she does it for the smiles on her patients faces. She does it for the young people who come to her with dark problems and secrets.
Mercedes is the woman who never turns her back on anyone and people have been using her for that, unfortunately. But how can she turn her back on someone like this man? She has a heart of gold, at least that is what her mom says.
She rolls her eyes and walks through the room. She eyes the phone, begging for it to go off so she can find his family and tell them what happened to their loved one.
She looks at the man in the hospital bed. He is quite handsome, he is tall and his blonde hair is short on the sides and on top it is a little longer and messy. She comes closer and inspects his face, seeing it more clearly now than before on the street.
His skin is pale, but his cheeks have some colour on them. His eyebrows are relaxed and his eyelids don't move. His nose is manly just like his jaw and those lips… damn this white boy got some lips on him. He has some scruff on his jaw and she has the need to touch it.
She thinks better of it and looks further. She can see his shoulders and firm upper arms. I could climb that like a tree… damn it Cedes get your mind out of the gutter.
She facepalms herself internally for going there, this man must be in a lot of pain and alone and here she is thinking all the wrong things.
She looks at his hands and grabs one with her own. Her hand almost disappears in one of his and she can't do anything about the smile that forms on her face. How can a man have such big hands? You know what they say right?
"Damn it Cedes." She breathes through clenched teeth. She is startled when she feels his hand squeezing hers lightly. She comes closer to his face and tries to see if there is any activity behind his eyelids.
She feels somewhat disappointed when he doesn't open his eyes. She wonders what his eyes would look like?
Her gaze begins to travel again and lands on his firm chest. She already knows how firm and hard it is, because she was kind of copping a feel on the streets. Not that she intended to do that, but her hands were there anyway.
She tilts her head to the side and just looks at his chest rise and fall with every slow breath he takes. She just can't believe this man is all alone. Who forgets to have their wallets on them? That is something he should learn from this.
She wonders if he has a girlfriend… or a wife… or kids? Maybe he has a family who is worried sick about him. She feels herself getting nervous and stares at the phone again. If he would have a family and they would worry about him they would call right? Right?
She checks the phone and sees that it is charged for 80% so they can call, if they miss him. She is so occupied with the phone that she barely feels him squeeze her hand again.
Shocked she looks from their joined hands to his face and sees his eyelids move a little. "Try to open your eyes." She softly whispers as her face comes closer to his.
She can see he is trying to open them and tries to give him more courage and strength to do so. When he finally opens his eyes she gasps as she first sees them.
His emerald green eyes piercing into hers and she feels her knees getting weak. That has never happened before…
Her jaw drops as he looks his fill. His eyes roaming her face looking into her eyes and ending on her lips. She closes her mouth at that and he squeezes her hand again.
Dumbfounded she looks from their hands back to his face and sees him smiling slightly. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she tries to find her voice. Her breathing accelerates as she sees his lips moving, but she doesn't register what he is saying.
He squeezes her hand again to get her attention. She shakes her head to get out of her thoughts and she hears what he says.
"Who are you?"
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