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3. The Day From Hell

I was a bit distracted as I went through the morning rounds with Dr K and the rest of the Femmes. I couldn't get Jasper's little comments out of my head. It was hard enough to keep my head on straight when it came to Edward, but Jasper's little comments had me evaluating even more than usual. Thankfully nobody seemed to notice my distracted state as we finished morning rounds and did our charting. Today we took time to eat lunch before returning to the pit for another afternoon of stitches and broken bones.

After two hours in the pit I walked around the curtain to find my favorite little five-year-old patient sitting there. He was cradling his little arm with a pained expression on his face. The fact that in my five short months of the program he had been in enough to become my favorite patient spoke volumes to the clumsy nature of this poor little guy.

"Ethan, what are you doing back here? Did you miss me that much?" I smiled down at the sweet little boy who smiled through his tears at me.

"Hi Dr. Swan. I did miss you, but I wish I didn't have to be hurt to see you."

"Me too little guy, what happened here anyway?" I pulled the round stool to sit in front of him gingerly taking his injured arm into my hands as he winced and fresh tears pooled in his blue eyes.

"I fell out of my bed."

"I take it you have a bunk bed?" I asked, noting that his radius bone was most definitely broken.

"No," he answered looking confused. I looked up at his mother who was echoing his answer with her head. "He sleeps in a standard twin size bed. It's not more than two feet from the floor."

"Did you fall on a toy or something when you fell out of your bed sweetheart?" He shook his head no.

I frowned and chewed on my lip as I sat his arm down on his lap carefully and picked up his chart. I flipped through the pages to see he had been in for five different breaks in the past two years alone. I looked at his previous labs and noticed that none had been run to test for the various number of conditions that could lead to this many breaks.

"Well sweetie, I'm pretty sure it's broken, but we have to send you down to x-ray first to know exactly how bad it is and then we'll set you up with a sweet cast that all the kids can sign again. Do you want blue, green, or orange this time?"

He thought for a moment and then smiled, "I want orange."

I smiled back down at him and ruffled his hair, "Alrighty, orange it is!"

I looked up at his mother and asked her if I could speak with her in the hallway. She followed looking nervous. "Mrs. Lancaster, has your family physician ever discussed anything that might be causing Ethan's bones to be brittle or any reason for so many breaks that's not listed in his chart with us?"

She frowned and shook her head. "No, the doctor just says that he's accident prone."

I sighed, "Well, yes, while he is accident prone, it's not typical for the bones of such a young person to break from such a short fall. Not without impacting some type of blunt object or hard ridged surface to cause the break. If you don't mind, I'd really like to run a few blood tests. Would that be okay with you?"

The worry was etched in her face, "Of course, anything to help Ethan, but do you think its bad Dr. Swan?"

"Don't get too worried yet Mrs. Lancaster. There are a number of things that could cause weakened bones and we won't know anything for sure until the test results come back. I'll order the x-rays and send the nurse in to collect the blood sample right now. I'll also request that the results be rushed as quickly as possible."

"Thank you so much Dr. Swan," she whispered with a small smile before looking back through the window at her son.

"Oh, don't mention it. I'll be back in to check on how things are going after the x-ray results come back and I'll set and cast him then."

She nodded and I walked down the nurse's station to place the order for the x-rays and run my suspicions past Dr. K to make sure I wasn't forgetting any other tests. I knew that the possibilities ranged from rickets to cancer or congenital diseases. She agreed to all of my suggested tests and then I put in the order with a rush request, asking that I be paged when they were completed. The rickets test would be able to be completed fairly quickly but the cancer screening could take a few days and the DNA profile could take up to two weeks.

I saw a couple of other patients before Ethan's nurse informed me that his x-rays came back. I made my way back to his room, sliding the films onto the lighted board and showing Ethan and his mother where his bone was broken. Thankfully it was a clean break that would be relatively simple to set and cast.

Ethan was a trooper, as usual, and only cried the slightest bit as I set the bone, seemingly relieved when it was back in place. I kept him talking about school and friends as I set about the task of wrapping his arm in the plaster cast with an orange outer layer. My beeper went off halfway through wrapping his arm. When I was done I signed his cast and called the lab to find that the rickets test came back negative. I slid Ethan's arm into a sling and promised Mrs. Lancaster that I would personally call as soon as the rest of his results came in. Before they left Ethan ran over and hugged my legs with is good arm, thanking me for taking care of him. I ruffled his hair again affectionately and made him promise to be more careful.

After work I changed into a pair of jeans and my favorite long sleeve t-shirt before walking across the street to see if the boys were at Dooley's Pub. I walked in to see them all lounging around our usual table looking bored. They all halfheartedly waved a hello as I slid into the empty seat between Jasper and Andy. It was too early for the trashy girls to be out yet so there was nothing to entertain or distract them. We sat talking for a little while when I noticed that Andy was acting strange. He suddenly ducked his head cradling his forehead in his hand.

"Are you okay Andy?" I asked as I watched him carefully.

"Headache," was all I could make out of his mumblings.

I looked around the table, "Did something happen with him today?"

Emmett spoke up from across the table with a curious look on his face, "Yeah, he hit his head during a drill, but he said he felt fine. The medic took a peek at him and said he seemed fine. Andy insisted he not go to the emergency room."

"How bad was it?" I asked as I reached out to tip Andy's head to look at me and he closed his eyes appearing to be very drowsy.

"It was a pretty hard…he fell and banged his head on a metal crossbar."

"Andy, open your eyes, look at me." He mumbled something incoherent and slowly opened his heavy eyelids and I gasped when I saw that one of his pupils was more dilated than the other. "Oh Shit! Guys, you need to bring two paramedics over from across the street with a gurney!" I looked over to see four men frozen in place looking like deer caught in headlights. "NOW!" I screamed and they suddenly jumped up as Emmett ran across the street and the others came around to stand behind us with worried expressions.

I had the boys support Andy's body as I turned his chair toward me and held Andy's head I my hands. "Andy, Andy can you hear me? Andy, try to stay awake. Listen to me Andy, you need to stay awake…I think you have a concussion or maybe even something worse, but I really need you to stay with me, look at me Andy."

At that moment he went limp and I yelled for the boys to lower him to the ground. While Jasper stabilized his head, I knelt down next to him beginning CPR after I assessed that his breathing had arrested and his heart had stopped. Time seemed to stand still as I relentlessly pumped Andy's chest and stopped directing Edward to provide breaths. We paused every few minutes to check for a heartbeat, but with no luck.

Finally the paramedics came through the door taking in the scene. I told them I was an intern and explained the situation while continuing compressions. After they briefly took their own evaluation we paused for a quick moment to transfer Andy onto the gurney. I jumped on, straddling him and continuing compressions. The paramedic at his head took over providing breaths with a bag valve mask as we rolled Andy quickly across the street while the boys stopped traffic to help us pass more quickly.

We rolled into the ER never stopping our efforts to keep Andy's blood oxygenated and pumping through his body, hoping it was enough to limit the oxygen depravation to his brain. I immediately began giving a breakdown of the situation and Andy's condition to the Attending on duty before the paramedics took over compressions. I climbed off the gurney and told the boys I would go with Andy and come back to let them know what was going on, then I followed the medical team into trauma room two.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but you can't be in here. Hospital staff only." The charge nurse, Peggy, told me as she saw me standing just inside the door.

"Please Peggy, I promise I'll stay out of the way. I…I just need to know he's okay."

She froze and turned back at me with wide eyes and then smiled slightly. "I'm so sorry Dr. Swan; I didn't recognize you with without your scrubs and with your hair down. Of course you can stay."

"Thanks Peg," I answered with a relieved and appreciative grin. I made a note to myself to bring her a nice batch of cookies later this week.

I watched in a daze as the doctors and nurses swarmed around Andy fighting the instinct to jump in to help, knowing I was too emotionally involved and would only get in the way. Instead, I stood in the corner listening as the doctors tubed him and managed to restart Andy's heart as they discussed the possibility of a subdural hematoma. They ordered a portable CT and attached the tube to a ventilator to keep Andy's respirations steady.

In a daze I left the room to go find the rest of my boys in the waiting area as tears continued to roll down my face. The boys were immediately up and at my side as I walked in. Andy had no family besides us locally, so they made the call to his parents in California and waited for more information. Emmett immediately pulled me into a hug and I clung tightly to his waist as I fought to regain my composure. After a few minutes I pulled back and turned to face the boys who all wore matching expressions of terror as I felt myself go into numb doctor mode again.

"He's currently on life support. They're bringing in the portable CAT scan equipment now to see, but we're pretty sure he has a subdural hematoma, which basically means that several of the little blood vessels that run along the surface of his brain are bleeding into his skull and putting pressure on his brain. If this is the case they'll have to rush him into the OR, shave his head, and drill holes in his skull to relieve the pressure or maybe even open him up to repair the vessels. There's no way to know how much, if any, permanent damage there may be."

They all stared at me blinking in silence, none of them knowing what to say or how to respond. "This is really bad guys…" I felt my voice crack as I continued. "There's a chance he won't wake up." The tears began to roll again. This time Emmett tightened his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side as Edward came to stand on the other side running his hand down my hair and kissing my temple.

"This has been such a shitty day. If I'd gotten over to meet you guys sooner then maybe he wouldn't have gotten this bad."

Immediately they all started talking at once but only Emmett's voice sunk in. "Don't go blaming yourself Bella, you were amazing! I mean, Wow, I was so proud of you! Besides, he hadn't even complained once since the medics checked him out until you got there. You probably wouldn't have found out until he put his head down anyway. If he survives this thing, he will owe it all to you. You were…Wow…seriously…Wow!"

I sighed and buried my face in his shoulder before telling them that I should probably get back in there to see if there were any solid answers yet. As I walked back toward the trauma room I thought back over all of the years that I had known Andy. An original member of the Justice League, Andy was always the comedian of the crowd constantly doing impressions of Austin Powers and Adam Sandler in an attempt to coax smiles out of me when I was down or stressed out. It was so hard to see my goofy happy surrogate brother lying there so broken and motionless.

I stepped through the door sliding once more into the corner and listening to the doctors discuss Andy. The CT scan results did in fact show a rather large hematoma. Immediately an OR was booked and a neural surgeon was called in to perform a craniotomy to relieve the pressure and attempt to stop the bleeding. A second later they were wheeling Andy out of the room and I reached out to squeeze his hand as they rushed by before going back out to inform the boys.

I led them to the surgery floor and settled them in the waiting room before going to find who was on duty and asking them to keep us informed before returning to endure the excruciating wait with the rest of my boys. I snuck into the viewing gallery a time or two to see how things were progressing, but watching Andy laying there with his brain exposed to the world was too much to handle so I would immediately turn around and go back to the waiting room. The minute hand on the clock seemed to creep by as we waited impatiently for news of Andy's condition.

Four hours later we received word that he was out of surgery and Dr. Taylor had finally managed to repair the damage and clear the area of clots. He lost a great deal of blood, needed a transfusion and was currently in a coma. From this point on it would be a waiting game to see if he would wake up, and if he did nobody knew what kind of permanent damage he may have suffered.

"He just hit his head when he fell during an exercise. How could something like that cause so much damage? I mean we look death in the face on a nearly daily basis, and he gets taken out by falling on a piece of rebar? That's so fucked up!" Edward mumbled from next to me as he took my hand and squeezed it in his own. I squeezed back comfortingly as we all stared at the floor in shock.

Finally, after about half an hour we decided that we needed to try to get some sleep. Andy wouldn't be allowed visitors until eight the next morning anyway, so we all left for our respective homes in an attempt to sleep. Emmett, Edward and I walked in silence toward our apartment with my arms linked into each of theirs. Edward paused to hug me bye and tell me how proud he was of me today when we reached the door to our building and then continued on toward his place. Emmett led the way and opened the door for me, motioning for me to enter. We plopped onto the sofa and sat in a daze for a few minutes.

"I can't believe Andy's in a coma." Emmett whispered as he reached out to take my hand.

"Yeah," was all I could answer.

"I have to tell you though Bells, I have never been more proud of you than I was tonight. Mom and Dad wouldn't believe it if they saw you now. You're so smart, and so good at what you do. You're totally amazing."

"Thanks Em." I tried to smile back at his gaze, but all I managed was a weak grin. "I'm tired Em, I think I'm going to go see if I can sleep."

"Okay Squirt, sweet dreams. I'll be going to bed soon myself; I just want to call Rosie first."

"Okay…goodnight Em."

"G'night."

I walked to my bedroom and changed into pajamas before stumbling into the bathroom to clean up for bed and then collapsed on my bed pulling my knees up to my chest. I had dealt with emergency situations before, I had even dealt with subdural hematomas that left people in comas before, but never in my life had they been so intense and emotional for me. There was definitely a reason why you're not supposed to treat the ones you love…all of the detached professionalism that is necessary to deal with the situation is completely lost when the person on the table before you is someone you love. I cried and prayed for Andy as I lay curled in the ball on my bed. Then little Ethan crossed my mind and I cried even harder. It really had been a day from hell and I was desperately hoping that the next day would hold much better news for both of them.

I got up early the next morning, deciding to go check in on Andy before I had to go join my team for rounds. I rushed to shower throwing my hair up in a French braid before it had a chance to dry and tossing my scrubs on before running out the door. The cool fall air felt far more frigid on my wet head, so I sped my pace to a near jog as I made my way toward the hospital.

As the elevator doors opened to the surgery wing I found myself face to face with a pair of exhausted emerald green eyes. "Edward? What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep so I came back up to see if there had been any news. I've hung out in the waiting room for a while hoping they would give in and let me see him, but no such luck."

I reached out to grab his hand sending tingles through my fingers as I led him down the hallway towards Andy's room. "Just play along okay?" I whispered to Edward as we neared the nurse's station.

I was relieved to find that I knew most of the nurses on duty this morning. "Hi Olivia, Katie, Maggie." You know the stereotype for the sexy leggy blonde nurses with the large chest? I firmly believe that these girls were the model for the stereotype. They all smiled at me briefly before looking at Edward with dazed and glossy expressions. I chuckled to myself as they mumbled "Hi Dr. Swan."

I felt Edward move behind me and wrap his arms around my waist resting his head on my shoulder effectively returning the nurse's attentions to me as they tried to remember whether or not I had mentioned having a boyfriend. I felt myself smile again before I started. "Listen Ladies, our friend, well he's really more like a brother, Andy Markowitz, was brought in last night with a SDH and is now on this floor in a coma. I know it's breaking all of the rules, but I was hoping you guys would let Edward and I peek in on him before my morning rounds with Dr. K."

They looked from me to Edward a few times and then plastered on their sweetest smiles. "Sure Dr. Swan, that shouldn't be a problem," Olivia said a little too sweetly. "I wish I could share some better news, but there's still no change."

"Thanks Olivia. What room is he in?"

"1522," she answered again, more to Edward than to me. I could feel his lips curved into a smile as he placed a slightly over dramatic kiss on my cheek and then thanked the nurses before taking my hand again, placing a kiss on it before leading me down the hall.

As we ducked around the corner I turned him to look at me. "That was a wee bit over the top wasn't it?" I asked with a slight giggle.

He shrugged. "I didn't like the way they were looking at me and then looking at you like they thought I would never be with you or something. I wanted to show them they were wrong."

"Except I've never been with someone like you so I guess they're not so wrong," I mumbled too low for him to make out what I said, but it didn't stop him from grabbing my shoulders to look at me with an angry expression. "What?"

"I didn't hear exactly what you said, but I know you well enough to recognize the emotion in your voice…and I would choose you over someone like them any day."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Edward, you choose girls like them over girls like me every night of the week." He looked at me like I had just slapped him. I shook his hands off my shoulder and opened the door stepping into Andy's room.

My breath immediately caught in my chest and my heart constricted at the sight of Andy's bandages with tubes snaking out from his body in all directions. His head was wrapped in a white turban of bandages and the only sounds in the room were that of the ventilator's constant whooshing then clicking and the steady beat of his heart on the monitors. I immediately felt the tears well in my eyes and I heard a sob hitch in my chest seconds before I felt Edward's warm tingly hands rubbing my arms comfortingly. I spun, wrapping my arms around his waist laying my cheek on his chest as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rubbed my back.

"This is my worst fears come to life you know," I said in barely more than a whisper. "Every day when I work the ER I find myself nervous with every ambulance, worrying it will be one or more of you boys after being injured on the job."

He sighed, "We're good at what we do and are very careful Bells. This was just a fluke."

I leaned back to look him in the eyes. I could feel my brows furrow, "No Edward, your job is dangerous and not only that you're all out there together. It's good in some ways to have your brothers watching your back, but I can't escape the thought that if something really bad happened, I could lose everyone I have left in this world in one single instance." I was openly sobbing again. "I'd be alone."

Edward's face went from sad to hurt, ending in a mask of determination as he reached up his hands holding my cheeks between them as he stared deeply into my eyes. "I won't let that happen Bella. I promise you. We will never ever leave you alone."

"You can't promise that Edward. Nobody can."

Before I even knew what was happening Edward's lips were on mine. It was a simple sweet kiss full of care and compassion. I stood frozen for a moment before my eyelids fluttered closed and I felt my body involuntarily returning the kiss. Our lips moved together as the kiss slowly grew in intensity. My hands found purchase in Edward's soft bronze locks. His thumbs grazed my cheekbones before one hand slid around to cup my neck, the other slid around my waist pulling me closer. I felt his lips open and his tongue graze my lower lip when suddenly we were pulled out of our haze by the speeding beep of Andy's heart rate on the monitor.

We pulled apart and looked at each other with matching expressions of surprise, and then Edward suddenly pulled away from me as though I had electrocuted him rushing out of the room. I stared at the doorway through which he had just disappeared only a second before I registered that Andy's heart rate was still elevated. I rushed to his side to see that his eyes were open and he appeared to be panicking. I hit the call button and ran my hand over his forehead comfortingly.

"Andy, its okay, calm down, it's Bella. You're in the hospital. You had to have surgery last night and now you are recovering in the ICU. You're okay. Calm down." I could hear the beep of the monitor begin to slow when his eyes settled on mine and then fluttered a few times as his hand tried to lift the tube coming out of his mouth.

"It's okay sweetheart. The tube was put in to help you breathe. Don't try to talk. If you're doing well enough they will take it out soon."

As I said this two nurses came flying into room with matching expressions of surprise. Dr. Sanders followed moments after as they began to evaluate Andy asking him questions. I looked at the clock and realized I had to go down for my rounds. I leaned over Andy and explained where I had to go, but that I was glad he was awake and I would come back up to visit the first chance I got. He nodded and grabbed my hand in his squeezing tight twice before letting me go and returning his attention to the doctor and nurses.

I reluctantly left his room and went back to the elevator leaning against the wall and letting my head bounce back against it a few times as the tears welled in my eyes. I was so relieved that Andy was awake and seemed mentally cognizant but what the hell was all of that with Edward? I reached my hand up to graze my lips with my fingers as the memory of the kiss we had just shared took me. I felt the tingles start in my lips then they spread slowly across my face and through my body. It had been, without a doubt, the single most amazing kiss I had ever shared with anyone in my life. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. A tear trickled down my face as the expression on Edward's filled my mind; he simultaneously looked surprised, shocked and repentant. I took a deep breath because I knew him, I knew him better than he knew himself, and I recognized immediately that he regretted it. The best kiss of my life and he thought it was a mistake.

The elevator chimed when I arrived at my destination. I reached up to wipe away the tear and put on my doctor persona. I had to push my personal life aside for the next twelve hours and be the professional I knew I had to be. I walked forward to join my team who looked at me questioningly since I was late. I explained the situation and they all offered their sympathy before we turned to the task of rounds with Dr. K.

EPOV

I walked out of Andy's hospital room and plopped down in a plastic waiting room chair, burying my hands in my face. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! What the hell did I just do? I kissed her. I kissed Bella…and God did it feel good…too good. This is all so wrong!

This is Bella, sweet innocent Bella…Bella who deserves the world, a safe normal husband to spend her life with who will give her babies and a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a pool in the back yard. She doesn't need a fuck up like me who can't walk away from the job putting himself in danger every day to swoop in and make her life any more difficult than it already is. I love her too much to see that happen.

Wait…what? I love her? Well, yes, I love her. I've always loved her; hell she's been like a little sister to me for nearly seven years now. Of course I love her. Fuck Edward, get over yourself!

I shook my head trying to pull myself out of my mental debate. I felt completely ridiculous and completely flustered at the same time. I rubbed my hands over my face and through my hair giving myself chills down my spine as I remembered that only a minute ago it was her soft tiny hands clutching there. I blew the air out of my chest in a huff as I rubbed my fingers at my temples before pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. Yeah, so basically every nervous little tick that I do when I'm stressed out I was exhibiting in this moment. I was beyond nervous, beyond frustrated, beyond intimidated. This was Bella…I had just kissed Bella, and I liked it way too much for either her, or my own good.

I let my head fall back against the wall behind my chair and closed my eyes. I heard her footsteps and smelled the scent that was undeniably Bella seconds before I opened my eyes to see her step into the open elevator and push a button before leaning against the far wall. She let her head bounce a few times as tears rolled down her cheeks, and then I could swear I saw her hand go up to her mouth with a slight smile just before the door closed. I sat there staring at the space where Bella had been just a moment ago willing the vision to come back.

Did I really see her hands come up to her mouth? Was she thinking about our kiss? Was she upset? Did she like it? Did she feel the same thrill I did? God, I sounded like a junior higher with his first crush!

I buried my face in my hands once again before looking up at the clock and seeing that visiting hours started, so I stood up to return to Andy's room. I was surprised at the commotion and when I stepped in I sighed in relief to see that he was awake and looking around. The nurse turned and asked me to step out of the room. I told Andy I'd be right outside and he waved halfheartedly as I left.

Ten minutes later the doctor and nurses left the room. The doctor paused to tell me that they had just removed the tube, so talking would be difficult for him and I shouldn't stay long because he needed his rest. I asked if they knew yet of any other damage. He said that preliminary signs looked good, but it would be a while before we knew anything for sure.

I walked in to see Andy sitting up with his eyes barely open. He tried to speak but his voice was gravelly and hoarse. "Was that just a screwed up dream or did I see you and Bella kissing?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. He wakes up from brain surgery and the first thing he asks about is seeing me kiss Bella. "She was upset because seeing you lying here reminded her of the fact that we all work in such dangerous conditions and she's afraid someday we won't come home, and well it just sort of happened."

"About time douche bag."

"What? What do you mean?"

He rolled his eyes. "You two have been skating around each other for the past seven years."

"Dude, she was jailbait seven years ago…besides, I don't think of Bella like that."

"You don't think of Bella the way you think of the girls you bring home every night and that's good because she deserves a lot better than that…but you do love Bella. Your problem is you just don't know what real love feels like to recognize that you found it."

I shook my head and took a slow deep breath in and out. "You're high dude. Doc says I need to let you rest, so I'm going to take off. I'll call the rest of the guys and let them know you're awake."

I started to stand but Andy reached out to grab my hand before I left looking me in the eye. "Edward, you need to figure out what you feel for Bella and sooner rather than later. She won't wait around forever and if she moves on and finds love somewhere else you are going to lose the best thing that ever happened to you."

I smiled at him and patted his hand patronizingly. "Okay man, thanks for the advice."

"I'm serious Edward. You've taken it for granted that she's always been around, but someday someone else is going to notice how incredible our Bella is and then it will be too late. It takes something like this," he said pointing to his head, "to make a man realize how short life really is. Don't waste it."

"Okay man, I won't. Now you go to sleep. You need to rest up. Concentrate on healing your ass so you can get back to work. It's not going to be the same without you."

He smiled and I turned to leave the room. As I walked down the hallway I thought about his words. How many times in your life do people tell you that life's too short and not to waste it…and yet hearing it coming from a man who nearly lost his less than twelve hours ago, well it sort makes you pay attention.

I walked through the front door of the hospital pulling out my cell phone. I called Emmett to spread the word on Andy's condition before hailing a cab to take me to the station. On the way there two things kept interrupting my thoughts, Andy's words, and the feel of Bella's lips on mine with her hands combing through my hair. I groaned and let my head smack against the window of the cab as I watched the city fly past in a gray blur.

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