Chapter XIII: A Deal with God
A/N: And here's the aftermath. Took a little longer due to some research I had to do. Had to get ahold of my aunt in Arizona who is a nurse. There are certain extreme situations, and I asked if the one I was using qualified, she said yes. Hope you enjoy the chapter! SSD
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All hell had broken loose. As if a gunfight was not enough, an extra alarm fire had broken out at a mattress factory, and most of the hospitals in the vicinity were overrun.
Gaffney was no exception to that rule.
However, Connor had other things on his mind as he did triage. Such as the outcome of the gunfight that was hopefully over.
Please let Sabrina be alright. I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't.
Hank had arrived minutes earlier was prowling like a caged tiger. EMS had been called to Hynes and were on their way back. No news had been shared as to the condition of the combatants.
Both he and Morganstern were immediately around as they were brought in. Neither looked good, but Sabrina looked worse with the lower left side chest wound. Sabrina got her opponent in the right shoulder, and it looked like it was hanging by threads of muscle.
Looking around, only he and Morganstern were immediately available. Either way, it looked like he would be operating on someone he knew. Which under normal circumstances, he would not be allowed to do.
Circumstances are far from normal.
"Have you done an amputation before?" Morganstern queried.
"Nope," Connor replied.
"Well then, it looks like I'm taking Crazy here. You sure you can handle operating on Doctor Byrne?"
Goodwin was around and said, "I'll handle the paperwork and deal with the board."
Giving the man a look, "Yes I can" He chanced a glance at Hank who said, "Do it. Want me to find Iain?"
"Yes. We're going to need all of the B- we can get and then some," Connor replied, before motioning to the EMTs to take Sabrina into one of the operating rooms.
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It was a madhouse in the hospital. Between the gunfight and the overflow from the mattress factory fire, Hank was having a difficult time getting around.
About 20 minutes later, he finally found Iain. The younger man, upon noticing the look on his face, went over to him asking, "Uncle Hank what's up? I just got checked over, I'm alright."
"I need you to come with me. Sabrina has been shot, and needs that B- of yours," Hank replied.
"WHAT?! Who shot her and why?" Iain snarled as he rushed behind him.
"Doctor Bekkar shot her, and I think you can guess as to the why," Hank deadpanned.
"Rhodes and I are going to have a long chat that I'm sure he won't like," Iain muttered.
"That chat will have to wait. He's a little bit occupied at the moment with operating on Sabrina."
"Aren't there rules on that?" Iain asked as he rolled his left sleeve up.
"It's more of an unspoken rule, and the situation is far from normal. Besides he had his clinical expression, that even I have trouble reading sometimes."
"Those two have hidden behind those masks for too long. Can you call my dad? He's got B- blood too," Iain stated.
"Anyone else in your family have it," Hank asked as he began to dial.
"Unfortunately not. Sabrina, Dad, and I are the only ones at the moment," Iain replied.
"That's a shame. There might be others who have usable blood types," Hank said as the phone rang. Once it was picked up, he said, "Declan, you need to get to the hospital Sabrina works at. She's been shot, and needs your blood. I'll explain why when you get here. Yes, Iain's alright. See you in a bit." Once that call ended, he needed to make several more calls.
"Who're you calling next?"
"The McConnell's. Lucas especially. I have a feeling we will be needing his computer skills in the short-term future."
"Do you think Rhodes's cabrón father had anything to do with this?" Iain queried.
Hank hadn't thought of that yet. He wouldn't put it past the old bastard to be involved in this, given what Sabrina had told him. He wished she hadn't, but he understood that more than 3 people needed to know.
"Not sure. But if he is, it wouldn't be the first time he got involved with a murder," Hank replied whilst he was looking through his phone looking for Lucas's cell number. Upon finding it, he dialed it. Lucas was a night owl, so he'd still likely be up.
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Like Hank Voight, Declan Byrne broke several speed and traffic laws to get to Gaffney. Unlike him though, Declan did not have a badge to help him. But once he explained his situation, the cops sent him on his way with a warning. The emergency was dire.
Once getting into the parking garage, Declan set off at a dead run. Iain was alright, and had likely finished his donation of blood. Right now, it was a real pain for Sabrina to have a rare blood type that only 2 other family members had.
Finding a nurse, he asked, "Do you know where Hank Voight is? I need to find him."
He was given directions, and he found him with Iain. A few of Iain's coworkers were there donating blood as well.
Once he sat down, he asked "Hank how did our niece get shot in the chest?"
His son rolled his eyes and snorted, "I can answer that one! Connor's psycho ex-girlfriend decided to pull a combo of "If I can't have you no one can and Murder the Hypotenuse".
Declan wished he could be surprised by the news. Sabrina had dealt with a whole host of issues with Connor's girlfriends over the years. Except for one in college, they all had taken exception to Sabrina's presence around him.
"Did Sabrina get her?"
"Yes. Sabrina got Bekkar right in the right shoulder joint. Practically a perfect shot. Especially since Sabrina had already been shot in the leg, she was on her off leg. The arm will have to be amputated." Hank was having trouble keeping a grim smile off his face.
"She a southpaw like Sabrina and Connor?" Declan asked.
"No, she's not that lucky." Iain replied.
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Hermann had finished up his donation, "Thanks Hermann. I owe you one," Iain said.
"No problem. And you don't owe me or any of us here anything. Your cousin needed blood; we could provide it." The others nodded.
"Still, next round of drinks is on me, whatever you guys want," Iain replied.
"You're going to wish you hadn't said that kid," Hermann said with a grin.
Hopefully between what the hospital already had and what was donated, would be enough. Now it was just up to Connor himself.
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Lucas got to the hospital around 11:30 at night and made a beeline to the waiting room that had been commandeered by Hank. His dad and grandfather were already there.
"Anything new?"
"No. And there's an OR nurse that had to have been a Chief Petty Officer in a past life who's been giving us news when she can. I've seen fewer tighter ships run than by her," his grandfather replied.
"Lucas you can get into the hospital security system, right?" Hank asked.
"Of course. I designed it. Why?" Lucas was curious about the line of questioning.
"Backing up the security footage of the part of the firefight that happened on hospital grounds is probably a really good idea," Hank growled.
"Okay, it is about the right time for one of those," Lucas replied, getting his laptop out. "Do you think someone might try to doctor the videos?"
Declan nodded, "Wouldn't put it past that COO. She's already been here trying to cover her ass. I know loan sharks that have more feelings than her. Who hired her anyway?"
"I'll give you all three guesses, you should only need one," Lucas heard his father mutter.
The room filled with groans, and cursing in a few different languages. No surprises on that score.
He hoped the surgery would be done soon.
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Looking at the clock finally, Connor noticed that it was 2:30 in the morning. He hadn't slept in nearly 24 hours, and was exhausted in more ways than one.
Sabrina was going to live.
Her luck of the Irish had indeed held out, with the bullet in the chest missing a lot. The bullet in her leg had actually turned out to be more difficult to remove.
The bullet in the chest had still done its fair share of damage. She had lost a lot of blood.
I hope no one needs B- for a while.
He'd done his absolute best and then some. Sabrina would be on a ventilator until she woke up. He would come and check on her after talking with Hank. Connor had a feeling that Iain was around, and was not in the mood for any potential grief he was likely to get from the firefighter.
Steeling himself, he opened the door to the waiting room that Maggie had told him Hank had commandeered. Iain was asleep for the moment, and so was everyone else, safe Hank.
"Hey kid. She make it?"
"Yes, and when she wakes up be sure to tell her that she should let her Luck of the Irish build back up before she does something like that again. She's on a vent at the moment, still not breathing on her own. There's no reason she shouldn't wake up in due time," Connor replied.
"And what do you mean by due time," Iain sneered. The others were slowly waking up as well.
Damn
"Due time means a couple of days. You don't just get up and walk around from being shot in the chest at 30 feet," Connor replied, trying to keep a civil tongue in his head.
"That I know. You do know that this is at least partially your fault."
"How do you figure that?" Connor couldn't help but snarl.
"Oh, the fact that your psycho ex decided to try and murder my cousin," Iain replied through gritted teeth.
"Iain don't go there. It's not his fault," Declan said as he stood up. Once standing he did continue with, "Connor it really was only a matter of time before something like this happened. I'm just surprised it didn't happen sooner. Sabrina being around you has always pissed your girlfriends off to no end."
Before Connor could reply, Iain cut in again with "One thing I've noticed in the past 20 odd years, the time's Sabrina's gotten into the most trouble there always one person in particular involved: You. This time, she's nearly dead."
Turning on a pivot, Connor growled, "Do you think you're the only one who's in pain over this? Do you think I like seeing the woman I've been in love with for over half my life breathing on a vent!?"
A/N 2: And there you have it. I finally have access to a computer at home that has a decent word processor. So… What do you all think? SSD
New OC casting:
Declan Byrne: Lou Diamond Phillips
