Kaysia, in what way odd? I found that comment quite amusing XD Anyway, yet more drama from me, though to be honest, I don't think a day goes by when there isn't something huge happening at Holby. Hope you enjoy =D
"Naylor's phoned ahead and told me that there's an emergency." She hobbled along comfortably alongside her long-legged companion, diary in one hand, phone in the other, her undone black coat and its belt flapped in wind as they made their way towards the entrance.
Henrik listened intently as he checked his watch, "What is this emergency?" He glanced past his wrist to her sleek looking legs, her pencil skirt shaping them beautifully, of course the splint was unsightly but as least she was wearing it.
Tabby took a closer look at her diary, "A coach has overturned and taken out a number of other vehicles, they're unsure of how many casualties there are but they're all being referred to Holby…" She dropped her hand, "… St James's are full up apparently." She huffed.
Henrik rolled his eyes, "I see."
Tabby drew in a deep breath, "Still, nothing we can't handle, eh?" She grinned to him.
He smiled softly, admiring her optimism but that smile shortly faded when he realised that this is definitely going to be one hell of a rollercoaster ride, even if they do finish it alive, there's definitely going to be a lot of sick bags filled, from patients and from staff.
"Morning, Logi." She smiled cheerfully as she greeted the security guard on duty.
She stayed by Henrik's side as they headed towards his office but he suddenly froze in his doorway when he spotted the very unexpected sight.
"Oof." She walked straight into his back, "Sorry." When he didn't turn around to her she became concerned, "Henrik, what's wrong?" She placed her hands on his hips and managed to walk him forward a few steps for her to get in. Seeing him there caught her off guard.
"Tabitha-"
"MISS REES!" Came the correction roar from Henrik, "Get out of my office right now, unless you want you're pretty, silk tie wrapped around your fucking neck!"
"Mr Hanssen-"
"YOU DO NOT let yourself into my office willy nilly, ESPECIALLY after how you treated my… my… Miss Rees."
"Your Miss Rees?"
"That's right." Tabby stepped in front of her man, "Problem?"
"Tabitha, what did I say I about keeping it on a low?" He muttered to her quietly.
She scowled a deadly scowl at the pervert stood casually in front of Henrik's desk, "You've come here to sort out what I'm saying at the hearing aren't you? Well, let me tell you this, I will be telling them EXACTLY what happened, and there's nothing you can say or do to change that. Now, out!" She pointed to the door behind them.
They both gave him a death glare as he slunk out of the office in silence and he was hardly out of the way when Henrik slammed the door shut, "Twat." He hissed. He then headed over to his desk and slumped down on the chair.
*Knock knock*
"What?" He barked impatiently.
Jac entered looking quite indifferent about the rude welcome, "Mr Hanssen, good to see you're in, Tabby are you up on deck today or are you still bound to desk duties?"
"Well if you can bring me some scrubs and a shoe that I won't mind getting covered in people's bodily fluids then I'd be delighted to join the team."
Jac nodded grinning, "Great, I'll sort that out for you now, Mr Hanssen, will you be giving one of your awesome inspirational speeches to rally the team before the long string of ambulances turn up?"
"I can if you want me to." He smiled.
"I'll gather everyone at the staircase then."
"Nightingale wing?"
"Of course."
"I'll be there in 5 then."
"Excellent." She turned back to the door, "Tabs I'll return with your kit in a min, left or right?" She motioned her eyes at the girl's feet.
"Oh, left, size 7, and medium scrubs, please."
It didn't take Jac long before she returned with the kit and swiftly left the office.
Henrik glanced up from his laptop as he noticed movement from Tabby, "Would you like me to lock the door for you?" He asked sarcastically as she pulled her shirt off over her head.
"It's ok, I'll be done in a sec."
His eyes roamed over her half naked body, her floral bra was the only interruption over her flawless, pale, porcelain skin.
"Oh shit." She muttered.
"What's the matter?" He pretended he was only just looking up from his laptop.
"I've only worn skirts with this cast, oh hang on." She suddenly spotted an extra item of clothing. Picking it up she found it was a pair of extra-large scrub trousers with a waist cord, "Oh that woman things of everything." She complimented Jac's perception. The trousers slipped easily over the cast and the string cord allowed her to tighten the extremely wide waist so they stayed up; despite their size they just looked like wide leg trousers. She took off her one flat, black, velour pump and replaced it with the crisp, clean, white trainer. She slipped her spare clips into her hair, keeping it out of her eyes and she was ready.
"How do I look?" She presented herself to him.
He pulled away from his laptop and looked her over, "Gorgeous." He whispered, a small smirk lining his lips.
She looked down her attired, "Bloody hell, it seems like ages since I wore scrubs, now I've managed to get my hands on some cardiothoracic ones."
Henrik got up from his seat and headed over to her, "I thought I hadn't seen you in them before." He ran his fingers through her hair, "Are we ready then? It's time for my 'inspirational' speech." He smirked.
"Are we all present then?" He called from his place on the staircase.
Everyone finished their conversations and turned to face him.
"Good, now we should all have been told our emergency for today, a coach has overturned and swiped out four other cars on the M4. The coach was travelling from Heathrow to Swansea and was carrying foreign tourists so firstly we need a set of staff who can act as translators so if you can speak any foreign language may you come forward please?"
A number of doctors and nurses and a couple of porters stepped forward and stated their languages to the group, Tabitha though was stuck at the back of the group and couldn't push to the front and so she caught Henrik's eye and gave him a nod. He listed off the set of available languages, "… Also Tabitha Rees can translate Welsh and Japanese and I myself am a fluent speaker of Swedish and can translate French. So this is your Translator team. Team leaders, I am nominating two for each ward, so starting with AAU we have Sacha Levy and Harry Tressler, for Keller we have Antoine Malick and Michael Spence and for Darwin we have Professor Hope and Jac Naylor. Nurse leaders; for AAU, Chrissie Williams; for Keller, Chantelle Lane and Darwin, Johnny Maconie. Any problems or queries you see those who I have mentioned, you will follow any and all directions given by your team leaders and it goes without saying you will act with a calm and professional demeanour at all times. Any questions?"
Everyone shook their head.
"Good. So without wasting any more time can we all be on standby in the foyer please?"
Without any moans or complaints everyone headed for the foyer ready for the first ambulance to arrive.
"Tabitha, may I have a word?" He beckoned her over. He whispered into her ear, an act that did not go unnoticed by the omniscient Naylor, though instead of saying anything, she stored it in her memory ready for some blackmailing, if needed, later on.
The crowd of surgeons, doctors, nurses and porters all stood in foyer in their separate teams, all anxiously waiting for the first ambulance to arrive. Tabby glanced around her team; all were chatting quite comfortably though there was still a tension as they wondered what was to come from the day.
Suddenly the faint sound of sirens was heard from the doorway, everyone took their positions ready for the call.
Louder and louder, closer and closer, Tabby took a big gulp and deep breath trying to keep herself calm, this was her first real experience of, on the fly, emergency medicine; although they were trained in it, most of the staff, apart from the AAU team, did not deal with straight through the door emergencies on a regular basis but Tabby had never experience it in her life. Her eyes darted around the room, people, lots of people, doors; where were the doors? Her hands were trembling; palms were sweaty, breath coming thick and fast. That's when a hand grabbed hers and squeezed tightly.
"I'm right here next to you, don't panic." Came the surprisingly female reassurance.
Tabby took one more deep breath and finally the first ambulance screeched to a halt.
"Head injury!" The paramedic called.
"Right then team let's go." Michael lead his half of the Keller team to the ambulance.
One by one the ambulances came and went, dropping off then returning to the crash site; "Minor injuries!", "Fractured tib and fib!", "Glass wounds!", "Dislocated shoulder!"; each team left one by one until finally…
"Suspected punctured lung!"
"Come on then, Tabs, let's get this one." Jac elbowed the young doctor and they lurched forward to retrieve their patient.
"Right, you are as big a part in this team as anybody else, you shout out an order and we'll humour you, alright?" Jac spoke into her ear.
"He's tachycardic, hypertensive, bp is 80/50, heart rate is at 170, severe bruising around the chest area, although nothing feels broken underneath an x-ray will need to be ordered." The paramedic reeled off.
They wheeled the trolley out of the ambulance and brought it into the foyer.
"Can we pause two seconds please?" Tabby called and the paramedics, nurses and porters halted the trolley and Tabby leaned over to check the breathing and pulse, "He's in VF, we need to get him up now, can someone give me a leg up?" Tabby placed one foot on the wheel base and clambered on top with the help of the paramedic, she straddled the patient and started compressions, nearly falling off when they turned for the lift, though the paramedic kept a hand on her to steady her.
Henrik began a ward stroll, making sure things were going smoothly. Despite the number of patients heading to Keller the ward was still as quiet as usual, AAU's patient numbers had definitely doubled so it was just hectic as usual, if not more. He then reached Darwin; only one crash victim had been brought on to the ward yet there was chaos as nurses were toing and froing from a set of closed curtains.
"Charge 200…clear!"
*Shock*
"Charge again…clear!"
"Tabby..."
"CLEAR!"
They all moved out of the way.
*Shock*
Tabby stared at the monitor.
"Tabby, stop, he's not strong enough, his lungs are weak and his heart is weak."
She took a deep breath before dejectedly replacing the paddles, "Time of death, 10:47am."
As the team began to pack up, Tabby rested her hands on the edge of the bed, lowering her head, "Bloody hell." She huffed, "First day back and all." She stood back up and turned, slinking through the gap in the curtains she caught Henrik's eye. She sighed and shook her head before heading to the nurses' station.
"Not a good start eh?" Johnny commented solemnly.
"Fucking tell me about it." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, "Well, hopefully our next one should go better." She grinned half-heartedly.
"There's not going to be a next one."
The two turned to the source of the voice, looking puzzled.
"What do you mean?" Tabby queried.
Jac turned to face her square on, "Tabby I'm sending you down to Keller." She sighed at Tabby's disheartened expression, "You're young, inexperienced, and this must your first death at your hands, no matter what you may think you will be affected by this and that makes you a liability so…"
"But, Jac I was really looking forward to working alongside you, I look up to you and I'd love to try my hand at cardiothoracics, please can I stay?"
"No." She pointed towards the lift, "Go."
Tabby sighed and did as she was told. Jesus Christ, of course it was a shock but that's a part of hospital life, some patients die some patients live, she knew that; she had tried her best and that's all you can do, it wasn't going to affect her, she may be weak but she got that part in her head. Though, it was better to follow Jac's orders than go against them, or else she'd make her life hell.