Title: Wounded
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I am getting no money, part of owning nothing is not owning ER
Cordelia stayed next to his bed all day, holding his hand. She couldn't tell if he knew she was there, but it made her feel better to be doing something. There was nothing like the helplessness she had felt watching him bleed in her apartment. She still felt helpless, there was nothing she could do for him. Her blood was human, 100%. He slept peacefully, occasionally his brow furrowed and he tossed his head side to side in his sleep, but his face grew peaceful again only a second after it contorted. Some distressing dream His doctor appeared in the doorway. The young man cleared his throat. Cordelia turned to look at him.
"Hi Doctor"
"Good evening Miss Chase" The doctor's name was Quakely. He was the same doctor who had treated Doyle when he first arrived. She watched as the doctor looked at Doyle's chart, and checked his IV lines. He gently lifted the bottom of Doyle's hospital gown, revealing the puffy white bandage. Quakely lifted the bandage and gave the jagged wound a quick glance. He looked at Doyle's face for a pain reflex, the dark haired man on the bed flinched. Dr. Quakely took his patient's blood pressure, still dangerously low. He picked up his chart read it and doodled more notes on the clipboard.
"Is he doing any better?" the doctor frowned. This woman was lovely, and truly worried about Mr. Doyle. He was a lucky man for that.
"I'm sorry, not yet" the hopeful smile fell from her face
"Poor Doyle" she whispered
"We are trying everything we can think to do."
"I'm sure you are" she said quietly. The doctor nodded and left Cordelia alone with her friend again. She sat down in her orange chair next to him once more. He was still asleep. Cordelia hoped Angel's plan would work, and soon.
She yawned. She hadn't really slept besides that nap in the waiting room. She stroked Doyle's face again. She had been getting ready for bed when he had shown up at her door. She was still wearing her sweat pants and T-shirt, covered in blood. As she realized this, a nurse came into the room and noticed the same thing.
"Ah miss, why don't you go home." Seeing all the blood she asked "Are you sure you weren't hurt"
"No, its all his" she responded quietly
"Go home and wash up, change your clothes. Your friend will need clothes too for when he goes home." The nurse pointed out. She didn't want the young lady to sit here worrying all afternoon, as she had been doing since she and that mysterious man had brought their friend in. Cordelia sighed it took the worried nurse 15 minutes but she reluctantly agreed to leave Doyle's side.
She arrived at Doyle's run down, dirty apartment freshly showered and wearing a simple blouse and jeans. She actually felt a little bit better being clean. She slid Doyle's key in the lock and opened the door. His apartment was as dirty and run down inside as it was outside. A pile of dirty clothes lay near the door. She stepped over them and spotted his dresser. The top was cluttered with crumbled betting slips, loose change, an open deck of cards and a well-creased copy of Angela's Ashes. She slowly opened the top drawer, and found socks and underwear. Blushing she grabbed a pair and a pair of socks and threw them in the bag she brought with her. "Friends should never see friends underwear." Opening the middle drawer she found his pants and those tacky shirts he loved. She put the last pair of clean pants in her bag and looked through the shirts for the least offensive. On the bottom she found a shirt with a collar smaller than most and a small brown checked pattern. She threw it in the bag. Looking around she noticed he really had relatively few possessions. She knew that he was involved with some shady people, otherwise he wouldn't be in the hospital. But it really looked like he could pack up and go in a few minutes. She stood up and picked up her bag. She wondered if there was anything around here that Doyle might want. She picked up a picture frame, it was a photo of him with Angel and her. That was so sweet, he kept a picture of her. She felt the feeling in the pit of her stomach again. If he hadn't been walking her home, he would have been here, safe. She had to get back to the hospital. Doyle deserved to have someone there when he woke up.
They arrived at the hospital and entered the ER again. It was a busy place and no one noticed them in the hustle and bustle of treating the infirmed and injured. Marve looked a little more reluctant when they finally arrived at Doyle's room.
"Dude, Time is money my friend, I come here they take some blood, get a cookie, your friend lives, I go home."
"Then wait in the hall, I won't be long" Angel sneered as he walked into the room. Marve was still under Marie's suggestion but his attitude was as bad as ever. He followed anyway. Cordelia was asleep, her head resting against Doyle's chest. His eyes were closed as he continued to sleep too. She had gone home and changed her clothes, but still hadn't slept. Cordy woke with a jolt when the door slammed shut behind Marve.
"Sorry" he mumbled. He looked at the pretty girl. She was hot, that's for sure. She stood up, what a body.
"You must be the half demon who is going to help Doyle." She smiled at him
"Uh yeah"
"So how are we going to get your blood into Doyle?" she asked, concerned and ready for business
"I can do it, we need a transfusion kit."
Doyle felt his head pounding. It was dark so he assumed his eyes were closed. That morphine wasn't working quite as well anymore. He was so tired, it would be so easy to fall back asleep. But he wanted to see what was going on, he wanted to open his eyes. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but he managed to open them. Cordelia was above him, Angel nearby, and some guy was over there too. Now the world was spinning, like he'd had a few too many down at the pub. He wanted to talk but he couldn't, he couldn't form the words, when he opened his mouth he simply groaned. Cordelia cradled his hand against her chest. "Don't worry" she told him, "It'll be OK." Doyle closed his eyes again.
Cordelia stood outside the door to supply closet and looked around quickly. Only busy people, no one would notice if she slipped into the closet, grabbed the kit, and got back to Doyle. "Easy, I mean I fight the end of the world daily" She ducked into the closet. There were a lot of supplies filling the shelves before her. Calling upon her "ER" knowledge she remembered a great episode about 3 years ago when Cook County General had a blood shortage and there was some kind of emergency, it was fuzzy but she remembered someone going to a supply closet much like this one and grabbing a blue bag with some tubing. Looking, she found that same prop here on the shelf. Smiling at the usefulness of Must See TV she grabbed the bag and brought it to Angel.
Angel took the kit and dumped its contents. "Watch the door" he ordered. Cordelia obeyed and stood watch by the door. She didn't see what Angel was doing because she noticed Dr. Quakely coming down the hall. Rushing up she greeted him, "Dr. Quakely!"
"Hello, I just got off, how's your friend?"
"Better I think, he's asleep now. I don't want to wake him."
"Ah. Do you want to go to the cafeteria and get some Jell-o?"
"Yes. Yes I do. You know, I'll be right there, I'll meet you by the green." She rushed Dr. Quakely away.
She ducked her head back into the room. Angel had connected Doyle to Marve with a tube stuck in both their forearms. The tube was clear and you could see the deep red blood moving from Marve and into Doyle. Cordelia could barely contain the emotions she was struck by. Doyle was going to be Ok.
"How much longer?" she asked
"10 more minutes- we're lucky Marve has a strong, fast heart" Angel explained looking up. All that blood was driving him crazy, seeing it pump through the tubing was maddening. As soon as this was over he was going to have to get a snack. Concentrating on Doyle he pushed his hunger away.
Doyle groaned. People were around him. His arm was sore. Well everything was sore. Angel was just finishing the transfusion when Doyle started to come around. "Angel" he whispered, his voice was still raspy from lack of use.
Angel smiled down at him, "Yeah Doyle"
"Is every-ting alright?"
"Yeah Doyle, don't worry about anything"
"Right man"
Cordelia was also standing over him. He thought she was holding his hand. He had to be delirious, why would Cordelia be holding his hand. "Doyle! You're awake!" she cooed. Yep, he was defiantly still dreaming. But, he liked this dream. Smiling he said, "Hey princess, bet you thought you lost me"
"Please don't scare us like that again" she scolded gently
"Alright" the world was gray now and dimming fast. "Before Ima out again could ya tell m' who dat 'tis?" he said looking towards Marve.
"Marve is half Braken, like you so we..." Angel didn't finish because Doyle was unconscious again. For his part, Marve suddenly realized what was going on and with a growl stalked out of the room to find Marie without a word to Doyle.
Doyle looked so peaceful sleeping. He was still pale; of course he never had a golden tan to begin with. Cordelia watched him sleep. Dr. Quakely had appeared an was thrilled with Doyle's improvement. He hadn't recovered all the blood he lost, but he should be released in a couple of days. Everything was getting back to normal.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I am getting no money, part of owning nothing is not owning ER
Cordelia stayed next to his bed all day, holding his hand. She couldn't tell if he knew she was there, but it made her feel better to be doing something. There was nothing like the helplessness she had felt watching him bleed in her apartment. She still felt helpless, there was nothing she could do for him. Her blood was human, 100%. He slept peacefully, occasionally his brow furrowed and he tossed his head side to side in his sleep, but his face grew peaceful again only a second after it contorted. Some distressing dream His doctor appeared in the doorway. The young man cleared his throat. Cordelia turned to look at him.
"Hi Doctor"
"Good evening Miss Chase" The doctor's name was Quakely. He was the same doctor who had treated Doyle when he first arrived. She watched as the doctor looked at Doyle's chart, and checked his IV lines. He gently lifted the bottom of Doyle's hospital gown, revealing the puffy white bandage. Quakely lifted the bandage and gave the jagged wound a quick glance. He looked at Doyle's face for a pain reflex, the dark haired man on the bed flinched. Dr. Quakely took his patient's blood pressure, still dangerously low. He picked up his chart read it and doodled more notes on the clipboard.
"Is he doing any better?" the doctor frowned. This woman was lovely, and truly worried about Mr. Doyle. He was a lucky man for that.
"I'm sorry, not yet" the hopeful smile fell from her face
"Poor Doyle" she whispered
"We are trying everything we can think to do."
"I'm sure you are" she said quietly. The doctor nodded and left Cordelia alone with her friend again. She sat down in her orange chair next to him once more. He was still asleep. Cordelia hoped Angel's plan would work, and soon.
She yawned. She hadn't really slept besides that nap in the waiting room. She stroked Doyle's face again. She had been getting ready for bed when he had shown up at her door. She was still wearing her sweat pants and T-shirt, covered in blood. As she realized this, a nurse came into the room and noticed the same thing.
"Ah miss, why don't you go home." Seeing all the blood she asked "Are you sure you weren't hurt"
"No, its all his" she responded quietly
"Go home and wash up, change your clothes. Your friend will need clothes too for when he goes home." The nurse pointed out. She didn't want the young lady to sit here worrying all afternoon, as she had been doing since she and that mysterious man had brought their friend in. Cordelia sighed it took the worried nurse 15 minutes but she reluctantly agreed to leave Doyle's side.
She arrived at Doyle's run down, dirty apartment freshly showered and wearing a simple blouse and jeans. She actually felt a little bit better being clean. She slid Doyle's key in the lock and opened the door. His apartment was as dirty and run down inside as it was outside. A pile of dirty clothes lay near the door. She stepped over them and spotted his dresser. The top was cluttered with crumbled betting slips, loose change, an open deck of cards and a well-creased copy of Angela's Ashes. She slowly opened the top drawer, and found socks and underwear. Blushing she grabbed a pair and a pair of socks and threw them in the bag she brought with her. "Friends should never see friends underwear." Opening the middle drawer she found his pants and those tacky shirts he loved. She put the last pair of clean pants in her bag and looked through the shirts for the least offensive. On the bottom she found a shirt with a collar smaller than most and a small brown checked pattern. She threw it in the bag. Looking around she noticed he really had relatively few possessions. She knew that he was involved with some shady people, otherwise he wouldn't be in the hospital. But it really looked like he could pack up and go in a few minutes. She stood up and picked up her bag. She wondered if there was anything around here that Doyle might want. She picked up a picture frame, it was a photo of him with Angel and her. That was so sweet, he kept a picture of her. She felt the feeling in the pit of her stomach again. If he hadn't been walking her home, he would have been here, safe. She had to get back to the hospital. Doyle deserved to have someone there when he woke up.
They arrived at the hospital and entered the ER again. It was a busy place and no one noticed them in the hustle and bustle of treating the infirmed and injured. Marve looked a little more reluctant when they finally arrived at Doyle's room.
"Dude, Time is money my friend, I come here they take some blood, get a cookie, your friend lives, I go home."
"Then wait in the hall, I won't be long" Angel sneered as he walked into the room. Marve was still under Marie's suggestion but his attitude was as bad as ever. He followed anyway. Cordelia was asleep, her head resting against Doyle's chest. His eyes were closed as he continued to sleep too. She had gone home and changed her clothes, but still hadn't slept. Cordy woke with a jolt when the door slammed shut behind Marve.
"Sorry" he mumbled. He looked at the pretty girl. She was hot, that's for sure. She stood up, what a body.
"You must be the half demon who is going to help Doyle." She smiled at him
"Uh yeah"
"So how are we going to get your blood into Doyle?" she asked, concerned and ready for business
"I can do it, we need a transfusion kit."
Doyle felt his head pounding. It was dark so he assumed his eyes were closed. That morphine wasn't working quite as well anymore. He was so tired, it would be so easy to fall back asleep. But he wanted to see what was going on, he wanted to open his eyes. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but he managed to open them. Cordelia was above him, Angel nearby, and some guy was over there too. Now the world was spinning, like he'd had a few too many down at the pub. He wanted to talk but he couldn't, he couldn't form the words, when he opened his mouth he simply groaned. Cordelia cradled his hand against her chest. "Don't worry" she told him, "It'll be OK." Doyle closed his eyes again.
Cordelia stood outside the door to supply closet and looked around quickly. Only busy people, no one would notice if she slipped into the closet, grabbed the kit, and got back to Doyle. "Easy, I mean I fight the end of the world daily" She ducked into the closet. There were a lot of supplies filling the shelves before her. Calling upon her "ER" knowledge she remembered a great episode about 3 years ago when Cook County General had a blood shortage and there was some kind of emergency, it was fuzzy but she remembered someone going to a supply closet much like this one and grabbing a blue bag with some tubing. Looking, she found that same prop here on the shelf. Smiling at the usefulness of Must See TV she grabbed the bag and brought it to Angel.
Angel took the kit and dumped its contents. "Watch the door" he ordered. Cordelia obeyed and stood watch by the door. She didn't see what Angel was doing because she noticed Dr. Quakely coming down the hall. Rushing up she greeted him, "Dr. Quakely!"
"Hello, I just got off, how's your friend?"
"Better I think, he's asleep now. I don't want to wake him."
"Ah. Do you want to go to the cafeteria and get some Jell-o?"
"Yes. Yes I do. You know, I'll be right there, I'll meet you by the green." She rushed Dr. Quakely away.
She ducked her head back into the room. Angel had connected Doyle to Marve with a tube stuck in both their forearms. The tube was clear and you could see the deep red blood moving from Marve and into Doyle. Cordelia could barely contain the emotions she was struck by. Doyle was going to be Ok.
"How much longer?" she asked
"10 more minutes- we're lucky Marve has a strong, fast heart" Angel explained looking up. All that blood was driving him crazy, seeing it pump through the tubing was maddening. As soon as this was over he was going to have to get a snack. Concentrating on Doyle he pushed his hunger away.
Doyle groaned. People were around him. His arm was sore. Well everything was sore. Angel was just finishing the transfusion when Doyle started to come around. "Angel" he whispered, his voice was still raspy from lack of use.
Angel smiled down at him, "Yeah Doyle"
"Is every-ting alright?"
"Yeah Doyle, don't worry about anything"
"Right man"
Cordelia was also standing over him. He thought she was holding his hand. He had to be delirious, why would Cordelia be holding his hand. "Doyle! You're awake!" she cooed. Yep, he was defiantly still dreaming. But, he liked this dream. Smiling he said, "Hey princess, bet you thought you lost me"
"Please don't scare us like that again" she scolded gently
"Alright" the world was gray now and dimming fast. "Before Ima out again could ya tell m' who dat 'tis?" he said looking towards Marve.
"Marve is half Braken, like you so we..." Angel didn't finish because Doyle was unconscious again. For his part, Marve suddenly realized what was going on and with a growl stalked out of the room to find Marie without a word to Doyle.
Doyle looked so peaceful sleeping. He was still pale; of course he never had a golden tan to begin with. Cordelia watched him sleep. Dr. Quakely had appeared an was thrilled with Doyle's improvement. He hadn't recovered all the blood he lost, but he should be released in a couple of days. Everything was getting back to normal.