Breaking the news to their family wasn't as hard as they'd thought. Of course, everyone offered to be tested and donate marrow if they matched. They also began trying to figure out how IR was going to be run with Alan out of commission for a while.
"Don't shut down," Alan warned before it came up. "There are a lot of lives at stake, more important than my own. I'll help run command from the island or take longer rotations in Five. We'll figure it out, just don't shut down."
They were in a Tracy Industry apartment, the video-chat connected to the television so Alan and Virgil could both be a part of the conversation. John was only vocal on their end since they couldn't see him patched through to the island like the rest of their family could.
"Hey guys," John said in a tone that made everyone stop. "What did the doctor say about marrow match?"
"That the better the match the better the chances of a five-year plan," Alan said. "That it was going to have to be family because finding a random donor would be so rare."
"Well you, Alan, are a lucky person. I'm going through the marrow registry and a donor just popped up. You said Virgil had an 85% match, and that was high enough? Well this donor, she's a 92% match."
"No way," Alan said in awe. "I thought matches that high were only given through people you're related to. Are we related?"
"Well, there isn't much available on the program through here. But it doesn't look like it. The donor's a woman, she registered in Missouri. She's your age actually and oh," John said stopping.
"Oh what?" Scott asked.
"She registered when she was in high school at a fair thing."
"They were probably offering a raffle or a free shirt or food if you signed up," Virgil said, disgusted at the lack of integrity that came with getting donors.
"Or she could have done it out of the goodness of her heart," Alan said, defending his potential donor. "What does her profile say John? Does it give a reason for donating?"
"It's limited," John said, and the sound of clacking keyboard keys told Alan he was searching. "There isn't much information available. It does look like she's been updating her profile though. Oh great news she's living in Boston. That's about it. If you go through the system, it will ding her and she'll have the option to chose to donate or not. Then the hospital will contact her and you can meet her then."
"She has to say yes," Gordon said, slightly agitated. "Why would you put yourself into the donor system if you wouldn't actually donate?"
"Life comes up," Jeff said quietly. "John, does it say anything about her name? Maybe we can track her directly instead of the system. If she's going to reject the offer, then we shouldn't hassle the hospital with this."
"Oh wow," John said and didn't say anything else.
"John!" Virgil said, frustrated that he could only hear is older brother.
"Sorry," John said snapping out of his trance. "Her name is Lucille. Lucille-Jane Williams." Her first named caused all the Tracy men to take a moment to pause. The coincidence that she would share the same first name as their mother was a surprise.
"She's still watching over us," Scott finally said and laughed. He laughed and laughed, unable to start until it became contagious and they were all laughing. After a while the laugh died down, and Scott got himself together. "John, let's see if you can track her down so Alan and Virgil can go talk to her in person."
"FAB."
"Aren't you supposed to be getting off soon?" Milo asked as he rushed over to the gurney Lucy Jane had just brought into the Emergency Room.
"Yeah well, pile-up on the interstate says otherwise," Lucy Jane told him, squeezing the bag valve mask in an unbroken beat. "White, male vic, 26 years of age, his car got hit from behind which caused his to hit the one in front of it. Broken forearm and short lung sounds. BP is 160/100, with short breath sounds. Lost consciousness in the bus."
Milo pulled out a penlight and checked the pupils on the male victim. "Any I.D.?"
"Not on his person, probably somewhere in the car."
"Alright let's transfer him onto the bed. On my count. One, two, go." With the help of the nurses the pair moved the patient onto the hospital bed. "Hook him up to the O2," Milo told the nurse as Lucy Jane pulled the bag away.
"So are you going to make it to dinner?" Lucy Jane asked as he checked the vitals.
"Are you?" Milo asked in response. "Get me two CCs of flurbiprofen and page neuro for a consult," he said to the nurse.
"Unless we get called on the way back to the station, this should be our last drop-off," Lucy Jane told him, handing him medical supplies as he called for him. This was really unprofessional of them, but as long as the patient wasn't in an immediate danger or coding on the table it usually went off without a problem.
"Luce I'm with a patient and the other victims are coming in. I'm going to be here longer than planned," Milo said, trying not to sound frustrated with her. To prove a point the intake doors opened and two ambulances pulled up with people. One had a mother shouting to the crying hysterical kid to calm down.
"Hey Lucille get over here and calm this kid down," one of the paramedics called out, seeing her.
"Is he Catholic? I'd rather not get spit on again," Lucy-Jane said, rolling her eyes as she walked out. Milo couldn't help but smile. Last time she'd been called over to get a patient's attention, the man had called her a demon and spit in her face. And she almost spit back in his if she hadn't pulled away by people who realized what she was about to do.
"Hey, hey kid, what are you shouting about?" Lucy-Jane asked as she leaned over him. The kid caught a sight of her orange to blue eyes and stopped, his own eyes widening. Her central heterochromia always caught the attention of people. It was a hit-or-miss as to whether their attention was her's for more than a moment. Fortunately, it was a hit today and the young boy kept staring at her. Maybe he was afraid, most kids were afraid. "You be good okay? The doctor's are going to come and you be good for them got it kid? Nod or something." The boy nodded twice and Lucy-Jane grinned. "Excellent," she said as she stepped back and let the nurses and doctors do their thing.
"You really got a way with kids," her partner Jonas smirked as she went over to stand by him. "A real natural mother."
"Shut-up," Lucy-Jane sighed, stretching. The joints in her body popped. "Are we done? We're going on seventeen hours Jonas. Please tell me we're done."
"Lucille-Jane, don't tell me you're tired of saving peoples' lives. "
"Stop calling me Lucille," she growled at him.
"Lucille-Jane?" Someone called her name, and exasperated she spun towards the unknown voice. "Lucille-Jane Williams?"
"What's it to you?" She snapped, hands on her hips. Her attitude faltered when she realized who was standing there and Jonas was trying hard not to snicker. "I mean, uh, yes. Calling me Lucy-Jane though, please Mr. Tracy," she said sticking out her hand.
Alan couldn't help but chuckle as he took it. "Only if you call me Alan," he proposed. "So I take you're an EMT?"
"Paramedic actually," Lucy-Jane told him. "Are you looking for Milo? He's with a patient right now."
"No we were in the crash. My brother Virgil was driving when we crashed into the car in front of us. He's getting a CT right now, but he should be fine. He was lucid and there aren't any signs of trauma besides a small cut on his forehead so he should be fine." Alan told her, taking the moment to look over her shoulder to see if Virgil was back. "Wait why did you think I was looking for Dr. Milo?"
Lucy-Jane looked a bit sheepish. "I know you're his patient," she started. "But I don't know for what or for which doctor. He just warned me that you might be calling at all hours of the night," she reassured him quickly.
Alan got an amused look on his face. "So you're the girlfriend?" he asked.
"Hey Luce what are you still doing here?" Milo asked, seeing Alan there. "Oh Alan, hi. Are you alright? Did you need something from me?"
"Part of the car accident," Alan told him. "I met your girlfriend."
"Yeah isn't she awesome?" Milo asked, kissing the top of her head. "But she's also been on call for seventeen hours, which would be fine if she hadn't just pulled a twenty-four shift and about to pull a thirty-six one tomorrow." He looked at her knowingly.
Lucy-Jane shrugged with a grin. "Who am I to put a stop time on saving people's lives?" she asked. Turning to Alan she put her hand out again. "It was nice to meet you, Alan. I have to go clock-out before I get sent out again or else I won't hear the end from this guy."
Alan shook her hand and laughed. He understood the smothering a loved one could do when it came to health. "It was nice to meet you as well. I hope we'll get to meet again."
"I met her," Alan said once Virgil was finally released. They were on their way back to their apartment, a new car having been dropped off for them at the hospital.
"Met who?" Virgil asked, distracted as he looked at his smartphone.
"Lucille-Jane Williams," Alan said and that caused Virgil to look up rapidly.
"What? Where? When?" Virgil asked in succession.
"At the hospital when you were getting a CT. I was in the emergency room when people kept calling for a Lucille. Then one of the EMTs called for Lucille-Jane and I had to ask her. Apparently she hates being called Lucille, which of course everyone knows and does anyway," he gave Virgil a knowing look. His brothers still called him Sprout no matter how many times he asked them not to.
"Why was everyone asking for her?" Virgil asked. "Is she a trouble maker? Did she cause the accident?"
"On the contrary, she's a paramedic here in Boston. She was in one of the ambulances that arrived on the scene. And they apparently needed her to calm a kid down."
"Don't tell me she's a child whisperer."
"No, she just has these really intense eyes. They're orange to blue. I had to ask Milo if they wear contacts, but apparently she just has central heterochromia. But they're amazing Virg. It's one of those eyes that you would want to just sit and draw for a while."
Virgil glanced over at his brother, wondering if the kid had a crush or something. "You talked to Dr. Abandonato? And he knows her?"
"Yeah, he was working the E.R. when we were in there. Oh, you remember he mentioned his girlfriend? Well, it's Lucy-Jane. I mean small world or what?"
"You like her, don't you?" Virgil finally asked.
"I don't like-like her," Alan said with a rolling of his eyes. "But yeah, I like her. She kind of reminds me of mom. Or at least the pictures I've seen. I think you'll like her too. She's got twelve free hours before she has to pull a thirty-six-hour shift so if we're going to ask her, we should do it soon. With her busy schedule though, she might not want to. It'll keep her from working."
"Al, do you still want to ask her?" Virgil asked, getting a sense from his brother. "The recovery varies from a day to a week. She'll have all her marrow back by the 20th day. She'll be able to keep EMT-ing if that's what you're worried about."
"I don't know. I think I want to hang out with her more. I know it should probably be an impersonal decision, but I don't know I feel like I have to talk to her. It's hard to explain Virg. But I have to."
Virgil looked at his blond haired little brother, not really understanding what he was feeling. "You got the doctor's number," he finally said with a grin. "Go for it Al. You know we'll back you up in whatever you want."
"You're finally home!" Lucy-Jane grinned, throwing herself at Milo. He caught her in a hug and she kissed him.
"Nice to see you too. You're awfully happy to see me," Milo said with a laugh. He walked them deeper into the apartment so he could close the door and set his bag down.
"Guess who just called?" Lucy-Jane grinned. "Also since when did you start handing out my cell phone number?"
"Who?" Milo asked, trying to remember if he'd ever handed out her cell phone number before.
"Alan Tracy," Lucy-Jane said impressed. "He wants to hang out tomorrow. Then he wants the three of us to have dinner. And he's going to hire my ambulance for the thirty-six hour shift, which lets Jonas go on his vacation early without having to lose paid vacation days. And they're going to pull in the BC EMTs to cover my shift, so it should be some good hands-on for the kids."
"Those kids were us just three years ago," Milo reminded her. "What does he want to hang out with you for? No offense Luce, but doesn't that seem strange?" He frowned, perturbed at the idea of his girlfriend spending the day with a millionaire bachelor.
"I don't know," Lucy-Jane shrugged. She caught the look on his face and couldn't help but smile softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes. "Hey, hey look at me," she said when he'd looked away. "You are my guy. You will always be my guy. If you don't want me to go, I'll call him back right now."
Milo sighed and touched his forehead to hers. His hands went to her waist, bringing her closer to him. He stood there for a moment, eyes closed before kissing her softly. "No, go, have fun," he said. "Maybe he just needs some friends in Boston. The kid is a millionaire after all. Gotta be hard making friends like that."
Lucy-Jane giggled. "You know he and I are the same age. Am I a kid too?"
"Oh no, you are not a kid. You are my very adult and attractive girlfriend," he said as his hands dipped under her shirt. He kissed her again, the deeper and longer this time. "You hungry?" he asked her, with a smirk.
"You are evil," Lucy-Jane commented before bringing him back down for another kiss, which made him groan when she pulled back. "Are you hungry?"
"You have no idea. And you know what I want."
A/N: Yay new chapter!
Okay, for those of you wondering, how do you not know you have a twin? Or why didn't they just get a DNA on the baby? Well. the first one is that one of the twins essentially "hides" behind the other twin so it isn't caught on the sonogram. And as for the second question, well that is actually answered later in the story.
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