So, hello. Remembrance Sunday and all that stuffs. Frankly, French, Maths, Chemistry revision, the universe deciding my family should avoid bikes and a Remembrance service that had a very awkward encounter has made me highly worn out. So I thought, what the hell, I'll see if I can get some reviews by posting this 6 days early!

Seriously though, high maintenance (someone tell Middleton to go fuck himself) author, you should probably review! I sulk! (This is supposed to sound kinda lighthearted and cheery but it hasn't come across like that at all. I just sound kinda... Bitchy actually. Sorry bout that!)

Hannah the Hobbit (long live the midgets)

The double doors to Resus banged open noisily as Lucie pushed Lofty through. She guided his chair into the corner, quickly grabbing the oxygen mask on the table and pressing it over his mouth. As she did so, she grabbed the nose-pinch of her own white mask, pulling it forwards. Her ears bent forwards to allow the elastic to ping off them.

"Just breathe evenly for me Lofty. That's it. Deep even breaths." She ordered, peering at him, internally diagnosing him. "You know the drill, anything changes, you need to shit, call me or knock over a table or something!"

Briony, the fiancée to Matthew, burst in followed swiftly by Mac.

"Where is he?" She insisted.

"Briony-"

"You should wait outside Briony." Tess said, sending a warning look to Mac.

"Don't worry, we'll look after him." Lucie comforted her. "Just let us do our job."

Briony hurried out, pushing past Mac.

"Stay with her." Tess advised Mac.

"What should I say?" Mac queried, in foreign territory. Tess shrugged.

"Who knows."

Lily bent to Lofty's level.

"You alright, Lofty?" Lucie called over her shoulder to him. Lily gave her an irritated look, before returning to analysing him as e wheezed.

"Just keep breathing. Nice and deeply." Lily said, concern lacing her tone. Lofty grabbed for the pen in her pocket. His fingers just brushed it and he tried again. Lucie, noting what he was trying to do, held out her clipboard. When Lofty had scribbled his message, Lily and Lucie exchanged worried look. The fire alarm finally stopped it's scream and Cal glanced up at the two women as Matthew went into respiratory distress.

"Lucie? Can I have a hand over here?" He asked. Lucie nodded, moving to the opposite bed as Lily rushed to give Charlie Lofty's message.

"We're not going to lose this one mate." Cal murmured. Lucie honestly didn't know if he was talking to her, Matthew or himself.

"The burns ICU are clearing a bed." Cal informed Tess, putting down the internal phone.

"Let's hope we can keep him stable that long." Lucie muttered, ever the optimist, looking at the chart uncertainly. She bit her lip, tugging on it worried.

"I'm sure I can help out with that." An American accent called confidently. Lucie's head and eyebrow raised in unison, instant dislike and mistrust settling in her stomach.

"I've been briefed on this case but I'd like a look at his burn chart and fluid regime." The American (I'm gonna call him Michael. I think that's his name.) insisted. Connie handed it to him, from its place on the rails around the bed. Lucie rolled her eyes, was he too incompetent to pick up a clipboard? Honestly. Disapproval sounded in Michael's voice as he spoke.

"I would have pushed more fluids than that." Lucie snorted quietly in derision. "Were you in charge of this operation?" He asked Cal, who answered affirmatively.

"Well I notice the eyes haven't been sealed." He said, lifting the white covering on Matthew's face.

"Have you paged the ophthalmologist?"

Lucie glared from behind Matthew's head.

"Yes." She snarled through gritted teeth.

"Of course!" Cal spoke at the same time as her, though slightly more politely. "But it was-"

"It would be helpful to know the extent of any corneal damage." Michael cut across. Lucie's glower intensified.

"We maintained the airway, so that he wouldn't die. That kind of is our priority." She seethed, whilst Connie calmly insisted.

"It was obvious the immediate problem was his airway."

Most of Lucie's sarcasm was lost under Connie's explanation, but that didn't stop the warning glare from Connie.

Lucie's impression of Michael didn't improve, in fact if anything, it worsened. He seemed to be treating Cal like an infant, and completely ignored Lucie's presence, even though at the time being she was the only one actually helping Matthew. It took all of her self control to not slap the American.

"You got him stable and you got him to me. That's at least given him a chance." Tess noticed Lucie's jaw tighten, her fist clench and her face turn away in annoyance.

"Arrogant... Twat. Thinks he bloody owns the place." Tess heard her mutter under her breath. Meanwhile, Cal and Michael had moved on to talking about something to do with silver paste.

"Yup. You want to come upstairs an observe?" Michael offered. Cal agreed, eagerly.

"What about you sweetheart?" He asked Lucie. She smiled tautly.

"Oh, I'm sorry? Did you just acknowledge my existence?" Sarcasm dripped from her words. "Unfortunately, despite it being my day off, someone has to attend to the patients out there." She paused at the door. "Oh and mate?" Michael turned to look at her. "Call me sweetheart again and I'll rip out your vocal chords to ensure it doesn't happen a third time."

The Resus door swung shut and Cal whistled in surprise.

"She seems like a piece of work." Michael commented.

"You wouldn't believe it." Cal replied.

"EARSHOT, CAL! RULE NUMBER ONE!"