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Mal arrived at her work earlier than usual. Macie had an easy drop off at daycare and that put her ahead of schedule. She was happy to be able to stop and get a much needed coffee at the coffee cart outside the hospital doors. Walking up to the nurses stations, the blonde waved at her coworkers. The other nurses were sitting at the desk, chatting about their patients.
"Slow day?" Mal asked, arching her eyebrow. She bent down to place her purse in the cabinet.
"Well now it won't be," an older nurse told her. "You know better than to say that."
"Oh it'll be fine, Janet," Mal rolled her eyes at the woman's crazy superstitions. "When was the last time this ER was even busy? It's not like Auradon has a lot of accidents. Mal took a sip of her coffee before continuing, "so what's going on?"
Another nurse picked up her clipboard, "Beds 3&9 are waiting on a doctor for stitches, bed 4 has the flu and it hooked up to fluids, while bed 7 has a broken arm. They are waiting to be taken to surgery to set and cast it."
"Wow, thrilling," Mal nodded. It had been so long since anything out of the ordinary happened. While Mal was glad people were okay, she wished something exciting would happen. She reached into her purse and pulled out a recent picture of her and Macie she had printed out. Reaching up, she pinned the photo onto the board where they kept personal pictures.
"She's gotten so big," the younger nurse, Sofia said. "How old is she now?"
"Almost 2 and a half," Mal smiled, "she gets into everything and talks up a storm. Mostly babbling or random words but it's nice to kind of know what she wants now."
Right as Mal finished her sentence, the phone rang. "Auradon Emergency Room." She listened before sitting up quickly. "Okay." She slammed the phone down, "drug overdose. 3 minutes out." She rushed to her feet and began grabbing the supplies she would need.
"You jinxed us," Janet said, sighing as she had to get up from her seat.
"Yeah, yeah," Mal said as she grabbed two IV bags. Moments later the paramedics burst through the door, pushing a stretcher. Mal couldn't see the patient with all the people surrounding but listened carefully to the shouts. "Female. 22 years old. Found passed out in the park. Suspected drug Overdose. Started an IV in the ambulance. We gave her Narcan right before we pulled up."
Mal walked over to the stretcher to hang the fluids but the bright blue hair covering the pillow stopped her in her tracks. "Oh my god," Mal dropped the 2 bags of saline she was holding. "Evie."
"You know her?" Sofia asked her as she quickly hooked her up to the machines to monitor her.
"I used to," Mal said quietly before the doctor pushed her out of the way.
"Well you either need to put your feelings aside and help or leave," the doctor snapped at her.
Mal shook her head "right, of course." She moved to Evie's head and hooked the saline bags up on the pole before attaching them to the IV that had been started in her arm. She didn't take her eyes off her old friend when she started the flow of the liquid. All of a sudden, Evie's monitors started yelling at them before flat lining. "Fuck," Mal exclaimed.
"Code Blue," the doctor yelled, pushing the button on the wall. Moments later a crush cart appeared being pushed by Janet. Mal grabbed the pads and once the doctor ripped open her shirt, she stuck them to her chest. The doctor picked up the paddles.
"Charge to 200," he demanded. The whirl of the machine let them know it was working. "Clear," the doctor yelled, placing the paddles on the pads. Mal steppes back with her hands up to show she wasn't touching Evie. The blue haired woman jerked as the electricity shot through her body. Mal looked up at the monitor. Still flat.
"Please," Mal silently begged.
"Charge to 250," the doctor said. "Clear," once again Mal brought her hands up. The electricity shot through Evie's body once again, this time causing her heart rhythm to begin again. Mal let out the breathe she didn't even know she was holding. Tears fell from her eyes as she grabbed her old friend's hand.
"We have to get her stable and up to the ICU," the doctor stated, not much emotion in his voice. Mal knee he had no sympathy for drug addicts. "Push more Narcan and get her ready to move. She will be lucky to make it though the night." The doctor turned to Mal, "any idea her drug of choice?"
Mal shook her head. "I haven't seen her in a few years." The blondes hand's were shaking. "I can stay with her."
"You are not the nurse on this case, Mal," the doctor said sharply. "We don't treat family or friends. You know that."
Mal just nodded. She knew she wouldn't be allowed but it was worth a shot.
"Go check on the other patients and we will get your friend set up in the ICU. We will monitor overnight and see where she is in the morning." The doctor wasn't asking or giving Mal any sort of choice. It was an order. Mal slowly let go of Evie's hand, staring at her face. She looked the same but older, more tired. She was much thinner than Mal remembered but she was unmistakable. It took all of her strength to turn around and walk out of the room. Once she was back at the nurses station she took a deep breath, willing herself to not cry more. "Please," She silently begged again, "please let her be okay."
