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Special Announcement: Chicago Fire is back on tonight, and I have no idea how I'm going to make it through the rest of the day. I'm honestly so fidgety, my professor even asked what was wrong with me. I might be a little obsessed.
I just can't wait to scream at the television, and possibly cry from the horribleness that the writer's have created. It will be GREAT.
"Scotty!"
His two partners exclaim before Kat falls heavily to her knees. She glances around the room with anxiety while Nick shouts for help. The nurse at the front desk pushes a button and like magic, another nurse is on the scene.
"What happened?" She demands with a firm voice, bending over Kat who has Scotty loosely in her arms.
"We were talking to him, and he just collapsed," Nick explains as he helps the nurse get Scotty to his feet. "He was in a shooting." He's slightly surprised how thick his voice sounds.
"I'll grab a wheelchair." She says before disappearing back down the hallway.
Down in the OR, the lead surgeon is just about to start packing up Lilly's chest wound. The surgery's been going without much difficulty. They've been keeping a close eye on her blood pressure ever since she had coded earlier. Since then, Lilly's been the picture perfect patience.
That is until her wound starts bleeding again.
"Got a bleeder, gauze!"
The surgical nurse tosses a handful of gauze to him while helping apply pressure to Lilly's chest. The OR has fallen silent again, except for the slightly elevated beeping of the monitors. The rest of the staff watch in wonder as the surgeon works without a pause to fix the bleeder.
It takes a little bit longer than he wants, but he eventually gets it under control.
"Alright, I think we've been in here long enough. Let's get her repacked and up to the ICU." He concludes with a scratch to the head. "We'll bring her back down in a few days to close the wound and take out the chest tube."
"Now we just wait for her to wake up."
Nick, Kat, and the nurse, have managed to get Scotty into the wheelchair and have him on the way to an examination room. However, right before turning the corner, the Detective jolts out of his unconscious state and somehow places both feet on the ground to avoid being rolled any further.
"Let me go, I'm fine," He argues, his anger directed mostly at himself. The nurse senses his urgency and crouches down to his eye level.
"Mr. Valens, my name's Ellie," She introduces with a warm smile. "You passed out, so I'm just going to check you out real quick."
"Like hell you are," He harshly snaps. "You ain't the boss of me, so I'm goin' back to wait for news on my partner." He finishes after pushing himself out of the chair. He falters for a second, not enough for anyone to notice, and begins making his way back.
"Valens!" Kat shouts and takes off after his retreating form. Nick stays behind, knowing better than to go after a rage induced Scotty. He turns to Ellie and sticks his hand out.
"Nick Vera. Sorry about Scotty, he's a stubborn bastard." Nick apologizes on his friend's behalf.
"It's fine," Ellie counters with the shake of her head. "I've been a nurse for twenty years, I'm more than used to it."
"One of our Detectives was shot, and Scotty was there when it happened," Nick continues with a downcast expression. "He's just worried about her."
Ellie's eyes widen when she makes the connection.
"You mean Detective Rush? Bullet wound to the chest?"
Nick's gaze lowers at the reminder of what happened to his friend, causing him to nod mournfully. Ellie gives a sympathetic smile and reaches for the pager that's clipped on her scrubs.
"I'll page the OR and see if I can get an update for you." She offers, perking Nick up remotely.
"Thanks."
True to his word, Scotty's back in the waiting room, twitching in the chair he's sitting in. Not because he chose to, but because Kat had shoved him down and threatened to knock him out again if he even thought about getting up. He waits, hoping no one had shown up with news while he was out.