A.N. – This is only a teaser, a preview. This isn't the prologue or the whole story – hell, this isn't even near the beginning of the story. But I hope you enjoy and like what you see…er…read…
*Fallen
Dave stalked into the lounge, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Temper, temper." Someone giggled.
Dave turned around, raising his eyebrows at Asher, who was seated at the table with her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. "I didn't know anyone was in here…" He mumbled, running his fingers through his dark hair.
"I can literally see the steam coming out of your ears – what'd I miss?" Asher rose, moving around the table to grab the chart from Dave's hand.
"Ah, Weaver just…"
"I could've guessed it involved her." Asher took a sip from her mug and looked over the chart. She gagged suddenly, choking violently.
"Whoa, whoa, you okay?" Dave patted her on the back.
Asher nodded, her eyes tearing up from the coughing fit, and motioned to the chart. "Can I take this patient?" She rasped.
"I-I guess – why?" Dave followed her out of the lounge as she started toward Curtain 3.
"I just – uh, I have nothing to do." Asher lied, entering the room. She turned around to shut the door in Dave's face.
"Hey, wow, would you hold up-…"
"Ash?" Both looked towards the bed, at a young man, sitting up very straight. "Asher?" He smiled, an evil smile, one hand covering a large cut on his forehead. "I didn't know you'd be treating me."
Asher frowned and motioned to Dave. "I'll take care of this patient."
Dave looked from one to the other, but left the room, hovering outside the door.
He watched as Asher got out a suture kit and turned her back on the man for a moment. He said something and she whirled around, looking angry.
"Connor-…" She realized she was speaking loudly and lowered her voice, reprimanding the man fiercely.
Whatever she said made his face twist in fury and he lunged out of his bed, throwing himself full force into Asher.
Dave threw the door open, rushing into the room, and the crashes were heard throughout the lobby of the ER.
The bedside tray was kicked onto the floor and the man rolled over and grabbed a needle, plunging it deep into Asher's shoulder. She cried out and Dave tackled the man, shoving him down and straddling his chest so his legs were pinning the man's arms to his sides.
The man thrashed wildly, kicking Dave off of him and searched the floor through the blood running from his head and streaming into his eyes, flipping over the tray, grasping a scalpel from underneath it. He whirled around and barreled into Dave's chest, scalpel held out.
A.N. – Anyone think I should continue?