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Gianna Marino - Rachael Taylor

Chapter Five: Unexpected Sighting.

"27-year-old male involved in a trauma, possible hit and run," Maggie announced as the young man was brought into the ED, she signalled for the paramedics to start wheeling him towards one of the bays while Gianna moved to join them. Brett and Dawson moved quickly through the already busy department making sure that they did not accidently run into anyone as they pulled the ambulance gurney through the doors.

"He was unresponsive in the field," Brett stated glancing down at the man, he had been in the middle of the road when they had arrived and other than the poor woman who had called it in on the way to drop her kids at school when she had found him, he had been alone.

"Sir. Can you hear me?" Gianna asked leaning over the young man and trying to get a response from him, his eyes were unfocused and she had little doubt that they were dealing with a serious head injury. His baby blue eyes almost vacant as he stared up at the ceiling almost unseeing, the harsh overhead lights doing little to deter him.

"No head deformity, no bleeding. Breathing slightly diminished on the left side but reactive," Dawson told Gianna, the gurney turning into the open bay that Maggie had directed them to when they had arrived in the ED. They had been unable to get any response from him on the way in nor had they managed to get any information on their current John Doe, he had no ID on him and since he was unresponsive, they had done what they could.

"Sir, is there any pain where I'm touching in your belly?" Gianna asked prodding at his stomach, she frowned seeing no movement not even a flinch from their John Doe. His stomach was soft and distended meaning that there was trauma there that she would have to deal with, his lack of flinching upon the prodding troubled her.

"Transfer in three, two, one," Gianna ordered moving to shift John Doe from the ambulance gurney and into a hospital one so that they could start treating him; she glanced at the paramedics who quickly moved to get out of the way as the team descended upon him.

"Unequal pupils to the right side. He is unreactive, sluggish. His blood pressure is 134 over 86. Heart rates up 82. Sinuses sp02 98%." Gianna stated while she got to work, she frowned as she begun to check over her patient. With each passing second while she worked, the frown upon her face grew and she could not believe that he had managed to make it to the hospital; he was in bad shape and she needed to get him up for an MRI scan when she had stabilised him.

"Left side abdominal evisceration, multiple abrasions to the left side of the forehead," Gianna continued moving down his body and she could not even say for sure if he would survive the surgery especially given his poor blood pressure. The noise of the ED was loud even with everything that was going on, Gianna almost wished that she had a button that could silence it all while she gathered her thoughts and instructed nurses what needed to be done. The team worked seamlessly around the patient, ensuring that they would be completely stabilised before they rolled them out of the ED and up to where he would be heading next.

"Okay, let's get him up to surgery," Gianna ordered knowing that time was working against them, they could deal with the head injury once they had the abdominal injury under control. Moving the gurney out of the ED and towards the elevator so that they might head upstairs to the operating theatre, Gianna could not imagine how long this might take but she doubted that it was going to be easy.

The doors to the elevator opened and the team rolled inside, the sounds of the ED fading away as they left it behind and it would be a few hours before Gianna heard such sounds again. It was one of the things that she genuinely enjoyed about emergency medicine was the fact that there was always something happened and she could keep herself active while dealing with patients.

From the fast-paced nature to improving her skills, there was always something around the corner and Gianna very much doubted that there was anything else that could offer her such a thing. Though she would admit if it had not been Trauma and emergency medicine then she would have gone into midwifery.

Stepping out of the operating theatre, Gianna moved to wash her hands and pondered for a moment on grabbing something to eat from the cafeteria; it had been a long surgery and they had to resuscitate the John Doe twice during it. Gianna could not help but fear that he would not wake up despite her best efforts, his injuries appeared grave and they still had to perform a CT scan to see how his brain was.

Drying off her hands, Gianna stepped out of the room and stretched her hands above her head; her shoulders clicking at the movement and she offered a smile to Connor who was in the corridor. There was still a couple of hours left of her shift and she could already feel like she was going to be staying past her clock out time; her patient would keep her busy of that she had no doubts.

"I saw your hit-and-run, looked bad," Connor stated dropping in to walk alongside her as they both started to head back to the ED, he had just come from a pacemaker fitting on one of his more regular patients. The surgical ward seemed quieter than the ED and Gianna knew that when the results were back for her patient that one of the nurses would let her know; she had the write up to do yet and she had missed her lunchbreak.

"It was, looked like they were going pretty fast when they hit him and with a tank considering his injuries," Gianna replied pressing the button to call the lift, she glanced at Connor noting he looked rather different in his dark blue scrubs compared to the usual ones he wore when they were down in the ED. It made him look paler than normal especially considering the harsh lights of the hospital, the white walls doing little to make anyone feel comfortable other than the sterilised feeling that one would get from coming to a hospital.

Connor whistled at her assessment, the doors to the elevator opening up and he signalled for her to go first; he smiled as she moved passed him before moving to step into the elevator himself. The monotonous music that filled the elevator was the only sound that played on the way down, Gianna moving to rubbed the back of her neck as she tried to work out the kink in it that was bothering her.

"Is your neck bothering you?" Connor asked eyeing her, he crossed his arms and leant against the wall of the elevator as it descended. With a nod of her head, Gianna tried moving her head in ways that might relieve the ache at the base of her neck; she could already imagine the hot bubble bath that she was going to take when she got home. That is if she could escape the excited fluff ball that she now shared her apartment with, she had to admit that she had become rather fond of her new roommate even if she was still undecided on a name for him.

"I could help you with that. I took a course during my time aboard," Connor offered with a shrug of his shoulders, he ignored the inquiring look that Gianna shot him before the elevator doors slide open and the two of them were returned to the ED. The place looked just as busy as when Gianna left and any plans of sneaking away to grab some food almost disappeared from her mind.

"You know I might just take you up on that," Gianna laughed, the last time that she had enjoyed a massage was when she had been on her honeymoon; it had been a surprise off Michael who had booked them into a couple's massage as a treat. Turning the corner, Gianna came to a complete stop at the sight of who was there; a coat hanging off one of her arms while the other was in bandage as she talked to someone on the phone.

"Mum," Gianna whispered, certainly not expecting to see the woman that had walked out on her and her sister when the were little; she barely had any memories of her mother but her sister did but she had seen pictures of her. Her father had refused to talk about her after the divorce until the day he died, he bad been a devoted father to his two daughters burying any feelings that he might have on the subject.

Stumbling back, Bunny Fletcher turned on her heel and fled without so much as a glance to her shocked daughter knowing that nothing good could come from them seeing each other not after everything that had happened. There was nothing that she could say that could make up for ripping their family apart and taking off with her younger daughter while she was pregnant with her only son while leaving her two older daughters behind with their father.

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