Author's Note: All Lyrics are those from "Why Does It Always Rain On Me?" by Travis
Secondary note: Yeah, I found this fic just recently and I can't believe I hadn't finsihed it so heres an ending. It might not have been the exact one I was gonna use but its an ending.
Disclaimer: No-one belongs to me. If they did Patrick would not have died and Max wouldn't have left. Oh and jan would have been fired long ago. so there. lol
Chapter 10
He had only just gotten in his car when Patrick felt his thoughts drifting towards a familiar blonde Australian female.
His mind was filled with dread at the thought of talking to her about their relationship, or what they seemed to be currently calling one. But deep down inside some small part of him was relieved that he could finally admit what he truly felt for her.
He was barely paying attention to the direction he was going in, as his mind was preoccupied, yet his body seemed to co-ordinate itself to subconsciously direct him to Holby City. He stopped at the red light and waited patiently for the light to change back to green. Drumming his fingers he boredly flicked the radio over trying to find something interesting to listen to. Suddenly something caught his attention:
"Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Oh where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?..."
Patrick couldn't help but smile to himself. Looking up he saw the light change from red, to red and yellow and then finally the flash of green. He proceeded forward beginning to hum slightly to the song.
Suddenly there was this almighty crash and Patrick found himself pressed against the car side with his head by the glass. He turned his head as best he could to see what had happened. He knew he had been involved in a crash but he couldn't see what had happened. He thought he was uninjured except for a sharp pain in his arm, but he knew for certain that he was trapped. The car door had become stuck in the crash and he could not open it. He searched for his mobile phone as best he could as he tried to move his injured arm. "Damn" he muttered as he realised that he was a few inches short.
Grasping he desperately tried to extend those extra few inches. Wincing slightly he felt his fingers brush against the cold plastic and triumphantly grabbing hold. He brought it towards him feeling pain shooting up his arm. Wincing again he instinctively selected a number on his phone hoping she would pick up.
"Bring Bring.... Bring Bring" Lara glanced at her phone and placed her cup down. Bringing it towards her face she paused uncertain whether to answer. Her fingers hovered gently above the 'ok' key before swiftly moving across towards the 'cancel' key. The phone was instantly silenced. Anything he had to say to her could wait. She sighed apologetically before standing up and returning back to the commotion that was work.
Patrick frowned at the phone. He knew he would have to wait for the paramedics to arrive. He groaned inwardly knowing the comments he would hear "You're meant to be helping RTA victims not being one" and the like. And Max would surely have some comment about him not being in to work on time. There was another jolt as another car crashed into the rear of the pile. His phone flew from his grasp and lay on the floor out of his reach. He swore and then sighed waiting to hear the familiar sounds of an approaching ambulance.
"Alright everyone" Charlie said. "We have an RTA coming in; 5 reported victims, three major casualties. ETA three minutes. Set up in resus." Lara and Dillon walked towards the main doors to wait for the first arrival.
Patrick was trying to keep hopeful, sure someone would ring for an ambulance soon. He felt his head began to spin and slowly he started to drift in and out of consciousness. In the distance he was sure he heard an approaching ambulance but the sound had no sooner reached his ears than his world turned black.
Josh and Finn were the first on scene. They assessed each patient helping the two minor casualties out before Josh came to rest by Patrick's car. He cast his experienced eyes over the situation:
A male in his mid thirties who appeared to be DOA and a female in her early thirties who had broken her arm and was covered in cuts and bruises were in one car. Finn was trying to help the female escape from the wreckage. A female in her late twenties, who although was a major casualty was stable, was still stuck in the car although her passenger a male in his mid twenties who appeared to have a broken leg was laid upon a stretcher with his leg in a support.
Nothing could be done for the two major casualties until back up arrived.
And then there was Patrick. Seriously injured but Josh knew Patrick was a fighter. He hoped someone up there liked the normally arrogant Dr 'Superstar' Spiller otherwise Holby could be losing one of its greatest doctors…
At the arrival of Nikki and Comfort, Josh sent two patients with them and another crew took a major casualty and a minor casualty to Holby City. Work was then set about to removing Patrick from the collision. The roof of his car would have to be removed to be able to transport him on to a stretcher. Josh bit his lip slightly as the firemen worked their way through the car metal taking care not to add to Patrick's injuries. Once the metal had cut from the car Patrick was then lifted out of the crash and put onto a stretcher from Josh and Finn's ambulance. They then began to monitor him and he immediately went straight through to resus.
Lara and Dillon walked towards the approaching paramedics and helped them with their two patients. They wheeled the stable but severely injured female into resus to properly assess her whilst the male, Dominic, was taken to x-ray to have his broken leg examined.
Nikki and Comfort arrived quite soon after and wheeled out a major male casualty who they had just about given up hope on. Duffy and Charlie continued chest compressions for 5 minutes but as he had not responded he was presumed dead on impact. His wife, Sarah, was distraught, as she had escaped with minor injuries and a broken arm. Duffy went to comfort her whilst a stir went around the hospital over the identity of the fifth casualty...
Lara had just finished on her patient when the fifth casualty was wheeled in. She pulled on a new pair of gloves and went to assist Max. She glanced briefly at the visage of the victim and her face drained white with the shock.
"Patrick?" was about all she could say as disbelief filled the air. Before she could say anything else Max looked at her.
"Lara I don't think you should..." She just stared defiantly at him.
"I'm staying"
"Is that a good idea Lara?" questioned Dillon. She just glared fiercely at him. To her surprised he glared back at her. Her eyes moved from Patrick to Dillon and back. She nodded resignedly still recovering of the shock of seeing him laid there. She peeled off her gloves and with a backward glance she stormed out of resus.
The fresh air hit her as soon as the doors parted. Her head was spinning. She instinctively reached for her cigarettes and lit one. She walked towards the benches still a bit dazed but her mind never straying away from Patrick for too long.
"They'll kill you, you know" Lara glanced to the speaker, the face not registering.
"Yeah, so I've been told" she said sarcastically as the still image of Patrick continued to flood her mind.
"You ok?" came the voice. Lara could only shake her head before the tears began to spill from her eyes. She couldn't remember ever feeling this much pain. It was as if she had been taken to a great height and left to drop. She wished she could swap places with him just to stop this sudden rush of pain. She glanced towards the sky. She hadn't even noticed that it had begun to rain. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. It would be ok. He would be ok. Wiping the tears away from her eyes she turned her attention to the speaker. It was only then that she realised it was Holly. Her face frowned in concern.
"You look tired", she managed to voice, pushing back a stray wisp of blonde hair. Holly looked towards her pausing slightly, unsure of what to say.
"You don't realise how much the fatigue overtakes you until you stop, do you?" Holly commented. Lara merely forced a half smile; her mind was pre-occupied. Images of Patrick kept flooding her mind, unsettling her. She longed to return to his side but she daren't for fear of what might greet her eyes. She briefly glanced upwards as the rain began to stop and a rainbow slowly filled the sky. Hope was ever present...
Secondary note: Yeah, I found this fic just recently and I can't believe I hadn't finsihed it so heres an ending. It might not have been the exact one I was gonna use but its an ending.
Disclaimer: No-one belongs to me. If they did Patrick would not have died and Max wouldn't have left. Oh and jan would have been fired long ago. so there. lol
Chapter 10
He had only just gotten in his car when Patrick felt his thoughts drifting towards a familiar blonde Australian female.
His mind was filled with dread at the thought of talking to her about their relationship, or what they seemed to be currently calling one. But deep down inside some small part of him was relieved that he could finally admit what he truly felt for her.
He was barely paying attention to the direction he was going in, as his mind was preoccupied, yet his body seemed to co-ordinate itself to subconsciously direct him to Holby City. He stopped at the red light and waited patiently for the light to change back to green. Drumming his fingers he boredly flicked the radio over trying to find something interesting to listen to. Suddenly something caught his attention:
"Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Oh where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?..."
Patrick couldn't help but smile to himself. Looking up he saw the light change from red, to red and yellow and then finally the flash of green. He proceeded forward beginning to hum slightly to the song.
Suddenly there was this almighty crash and Patrick found himself pressed against the car side with his head by the glass. He turned his head as best he could to see what had happened. He knew he had been involved in a crash but he couldn't see what had happened. He thought he was uninjured except for a sharp pain in his arm, but he knew for certain that he was trapped. The car door had become stuck in the crash and he could not open it. He searched for his mobile phone as best he could as he tried to move his injured arm. "Damn" he muttered as he realised that he was a few inches short.
Grasping he desperately tried to extend those extra few inches. Wincing slightly he felt his fingers brush against the cold plastic and triumphantly grabbing hold. He brought it towards him feeling pain shooting up his arm. Wincing again he instinctively selected a number on his phone hoping she would pick up.
"Bring Bring.... Bring Bring" Lara glanced at her phone and placed her cup down. Bringing it towards her face she paused uncertain whether to answer. Her fingers hovered gently above the 'ok' key before swiftly moving across towards the 'cancel' key. The phone was instantly silenced. Anything he had to say to her could wait. She sighed apologetically before standing up and returning back to the commotion that was work.
Patrick frowned at the phone. He knew he would have to wait for the paramedics to arrive. He groaned inwardly knowing the comments he would hear "You're meant to be helping RTA victims not being one" and the like. And Max would surely have some comment about him not being in to work on time. There was another jolt as another car crashed into the rear of the pile. His phone flew from his grasp and lay on the floor out of his reach. He swore and then sighed waiting to hear the familiar sounds of an approaching ambulance.
"Alright everyone" Charlie said. "We have an RTA coming in; 5 reported victims, three major casualties. ETA three minutes. Set up in resus." Lara and Dillon walked towards the main doors to wait for the first arrival.
Patrick was trying to keep hopeful, sure someone would ring for an ambulance soon. He felt his head began to spin and slowly he started to drift in and out of consciousness. In the distance he was sure he heard an approaching ambulance but the sound had no sooner reached his ears than his world turned black.
Josh and Finn were the first on scene. They assessed each patient helping the two minor casualties out before Josh came to rest by Patrick's car. He cast his experienced eyes over the situation:
A male in his mid thirties who appeared to be DOA and a female in her early thirties who had broken her arm and was covered in cuts and bruises were in one car. Finn was trying to help the female escape from the wreckage. A female in her late twenties, who although was a major casualty was stable, was still stuck in the car although her passenger a male in his mid twenties who appeared to have a broken leg was laid upon a stretcher with his leg in a support.
Nothing could be done for the two major casualties until back up arrived.
And then there was Patrick. Seriously injured but Josh knew Patrick was a fighter. He hoped someone up there liked the normally arrogant Dr 'Superstar' Spiller otherwise Holby could be losing one of its greatest doctors…
At the arrival of Nikki and Comfort, Josh sent two patients with them and another crew took a major casualty and a minor casualty to Holby City. Work was then set about to removing Patrick from the collision. The roof of his car would have to be removed to be able to transport him on to a stretcher. Josh bit his lip slightly as the firemen worked their way through the car metal taking care not to add to Patrick's injuries. Once the metal had cut from the car Patrick was then lifted out of the crash and put onto a stretcher from Josh and Finn's ambulance. They then began to monitor him and he immediately went straight through to resus.
Lara and Dillon walked towards the approaching paramedics and helped them with their two patients. They wheeled the stable but severely injured female into resus to properly assess her whilst the male, Dominic, was taken to x-ray to have his broken leg examined.
Nikki and Comfort arrived quite soon after and wheeled out a major male casualty who they had just about given up hope on. Duffy and Charlie continued chest compressions for 5 minutes but as he had not responded he was presumed dead on impact. His wife, Sarah, was distraught, as she had escaped with minor injuries and a broken arm. Duffy went to comfort her whilst a stir went around the hospital over the identity of the fifth casualty...
Lara had just finished on her patient when the fifth casualty was wheeled in. She pulled on a new pair of gloves and went to assist Max. She glanced briefly at the visage of the victim and her face drained white with the shock.
"Patrick?" was about all she could say as disbelief filled the air. Before she could say anything else Max looked at her.
"Lara I don't think you should..." She just stared defiantly at him.
"I'm staying"
"Is that a good idea Lara?" questioned Dillon. She just glared fiercely at him. To her surprised he glared back at her. Her eyes moved from Patrick to Dillon and back. She nodded resignedly still recovering of the shock of seeing him laid there. She peeled off her gloves and with a backward glance she stormed out of resus.
The fresh air hit her as soon as the doors parted. Her head was spinning. She instinctively reached for her cigarettes and lit one. She walked towards the benches still a bit dazed but her mind never straying away from Patrick for too long.
"They'll kill you, you know" Lara glanced to the speaker, the face not registering.
"Yeah, so I've been told" she said sarcastically as the still image of Patrick continued to flood her mind.
"You ok?" came the voice. Lara could only shake her head before the tears began to spill from her eyes. She couldn't remember ever feeling this much pain. It was as if she had been taken to a great height and left to drop. She wished she could swap places with him just to stop this sudden rush of pain. She glanced towards the sky. She hadn't even noticed that it had begun to rain. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. It would be ok. He would be ok. Wiping the tears away from her eyes she turned her attention to the speaker. It was only then that she realised it was Holly. Her face frowned in concern.
"You look tired", she managed to voice, pushing back a stray wisp of blonde hair. Holly looked towards her pausing slightly, unsure of what to say.
"You don't realise how much the fatigue overtakes you until you stop, do you?" Holly commented. Lara merely forced a half smile; her mind was pre-occupied. Images of Patrick kept flooding her mind, unsettling her. She longed to return to his side but she daren't for fear of what might greet her eyes. She briefly glanced upwards as the rain began to stop and a rainbow slowly filled the sky. Hope was ever present...