#when triage dropped he made me feel something. then i just have a huge crush on him ever since

[dadada-darling]

look at this beautiful man. isn't he so pretty? don't you just wanna hold him? don't you just want him to hold you? don't you just wanna dote on him? what a beautiful man. handsome boy. pretty princess. angel.

OF COURSE I WANT TO HOLD HIM... HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL...... he is so wife material i love him so much. shidou is eternal. he is coming into my house soon /silly

thank you for sending me shidou this makes me feel better aside from what happened today :} /gen

mr medical malpractice we love you

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Vital Signs, Pt14

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I was glad for all the additional fitness training I’d been doing over the past months. My colleagues were struggling to climb over the rubble to get out of the ambulance bay. I hauled up gear to the top, and then hauled up my team. And then we hauled up the other two teams. The nurse who’d served in Afghanistan was the only other person who didn’t struggle while scrabbling up the debris.

“How are you so in shape, Lex?” Erica gasped from beside me.

“I run 10k a day, amongst other things. Are you going to be okay?” I looked her right in the eye.

“Oh hells, yes. Once I’m not climbing a broken building, I’ll be fine,” she nodded. We slid down the side of the rubble and regrouped on the ground. Looking out onto the street was astonishing. There was rubble and smashed cars everywhere, and where there wasn’t rubble and smashed cars, there were people screaming and running. We quickly decided what direction to go and ran toward the worst of the fighting.

“Write the time and vital signs on the patient’s arm before you send them down to the ambulances. It will help the EMTs to triage.” I handed a sharpie to each of the nurses on my team. We set about treating everyone we came across. There were a lot of cuts and abrasions, but as far out from the fighting as we still were, not much worse. I expected that to change as we made our way up the street. We systematically moved through the battle zone, and sure enough, the injuries started getting worse. A car to the far left of us suddenly burst into flames and became airborne. I looked up. As we’d been moving toward the fighting, the fighting had also been moving toward us. I saw Romanoff fly past on one of the alien craft.

“Heads up! It’s getting dangerous!” I hollered at my team. We regrouped and looked further up the street. There were people everywhere still, and some of them weren’t moving quickly, or weren’t moving at all.

“We’ve got to keep going!” One of the nurses yelled. I nodded.

“Just keep an eye on what’s happening above us!” I agreed. The other nurse suddenly tackled me, and a blue bolt shot across where I’d been standing. From the ground, I could see alien troops heading toward us.

“RUN!” I screamed. I grabbed my bag and we headed to the nearest building and scrambled inside. A red and gold blur flew by, blasting at the aliens, and then waved into the building. Stark had obviously seen us and was trying to help. We headed back out and continued treating people and directing them back toward the hospital. My radio crackled to life.

“Lex! We’ve got a guy pinned under a car about 100 feet back from where you are!” Erica called. I looked back and saw her waving frantically at us. We ran toward her. Between the 6 of us, we managed to rock the car enough to pull the guy out. Fortunately, his leg was only broken and not crushed. We collected our things to leave Erica and her team to it, and as I stood up from grabbing my kit bag, I took the stock of one of the alien weapons to the face. How they had snuck up on us was beyond me.

I dropped my bag, and took a fighting stance. The alien was obviously not interested in shooting me, but certainly wanted a fight. It figured. I was so entirely screwed. Always sucking at hand-to-hand was one thing, but missing practices while I was finishing med school meant I was worse than I’d ever been. The alien charged me. I deked to the side and it shot past me. It turned and came at me again, and I tried to throw it over my shoulder like Romanoff had taught me. I wound up on my back with its hands around my neck. And then it slumped on top of me, dead. I struggled out from under it and saw Romanoff shaking her head.

“It’s a good thing you’re a good doctor, Richmond!” She yelled as she dashed away. I regrouped with my team, and we moved forward, gaining and losing ground as we found people. As we got to the area where the fighting was centred, we encountered some police officer.

“I’m sorry, the guy with the shield says we aren’t letting anyone past this point.” An older cop held his hand up. I squinted and in the distance could see Steve fighting. I nodded.

“We’re medical, sir. Are there any injured up there?” I asked. He shrugged.

“No idea.”

“You have to let us past then. We’ll keep to the perimeters as much as possible, but if there’s people in there that are hurt, you have to let us past.” I flashed my SHIELD ID. He turned away and spoke into his radio. A moment later he turned back.

“You can go in, but you’re on your own.” He waved us past the barricade of cars. We dashed across the line, and headed to the edge of the nearest building. From where we stood, we could see across most of the worst fighting. I stopped, completely mesmerized by the effortless way that Steve fought. It was inspired. I was snapped out of my reverie by a holler from one of the nurses.

“Holy shit! There’s a kid in that car!” She shrieked, pointing at a cab that was upside down about 40 feet away. I took stock of the situation. The ground around the cab was wet, and there was some sort of heat coming off the ground, causing the cab to look blurry. Gas.

“We’ve gotta get to that kid before the car blows!” I yelled, and ran toward it. I pulled my pocketknife out as I slid to the rear door of the car. I wrenched it open, and cut the seatbelt. The child, a girl no more than 5 years old, fell into my arms, sobbing. I passed her to the nurse beside me.

“Where’s her mom? Take her back, I’m going to look.” I turned back to the car, and saw an unconscious woman slumped across the roof of the car. I climbed into the car and grabbed her arms. I started pulling, and the other nurse reached in and tugged too. With huge effort, we pulled her clear as a pair of firefighters approached. One of them picked up the woman like she weighed nothing and he and the nurse ran to where we’d left our supplies. I pushed myself to my feet to follow.

You know how, in movies, when shit blows up, the people nearby look exactly like they are being pulled away from the explosion by their belt loops? That’s kind of what it feels like too. I pulled free from the cab and started to follow my team, but I stopped and turned around when I heard something that sounded like another child, crying. It wasn’t. It was the engine of the cab igniting the gas around it. I heard the boom, and felt myself fly backward away from the explosion. The heat was incredible, and the sound was deafening. And then, I felt nothing, and my world went black.