2016 ↠ EMERGENCY WARD | FOREST LAKES HOSPITAL

"Buddy, I need you to open your eyes for me okay? I'm Dr. Y/N and you're in the Emergency Department at Forest Lakes Hospital. If you can hear me, I need you to wiggle your hands or your feet? Can you do that for me?"

The scarlet blood that had flowed so thick from his injuries, dripped down the sides of the bed and pooled onto the grey silikal floor around your feet. There was so much blood in the room that it smelt and looked like an abattoir; he was only 32.

He had a whole life ahead of him.

"What are his vitals looking like Jimin?" you exhaled, assessing the cervical collar wrapped around the young man's neck. "What's he saturating at?"

"Saturating at 79% on 4L of oxygen," he announced, securely wrapping the blood pressure cuff around his arm and inflating it. "He's doing pretty okay given the circumstances. I can't imagine how much pain he might be in."

"Move him into trauma bay one baby! we'll clean up this room and use it for the critical roadside accident victim," you announce, helping him push the stroller down the hallway. "We're going to save this mans life today!"

"What a good day to save lives," you smile, rushing the patient in and beginning the exhausting adrenaline fuelled treatment plan. "It sure is Dr. Y/N."

"Alright, BP's 92/40, Heart Rate is tachy but loose and thready, looks like we're going to need some fluid resus, bloods, cross-match for transfusion immediately, he's losing too much blood."

"Sounds good," Jimin smiles, "This is your last patient of the evening right?"

You nod, cutting his shirt up. "Yeah, I want to make this quick so I can shoot off."

"Sunny's birthday?"

"Her fifth, she's growing too quickly it's scaring me," Grabbing the stethoscope, you smile widely. "Let's talk about this later." Unwrapping it, you place the diagram on his chest as you listen carefully to the apparent abnormal breathing. "I hear nothing on the left side of his chest," you exhale, letting the stethoscope dangle from your neck.

"Poor guy," Jimin winced at the sloshing sound his shoes made in the blood as he readjusted the hanging bag of fluids beside him. "What do you want to do from here Doctor?"

"Hmm," The patient was a mess and probably in shock too, there was about a million things you needed to do, that should've been done before you took him in but this was no time to complain. You stare up at the boy who held your gaze with a gentle expression; a calm within your storm. "Jimin, to be honest with you. I think I need to talk to his family. This hospital isn't equipped to take him, we don't have an orthopaedic surgical reg on site. He needs to be transferred."

"Because of the open deformity to his right femur?" Jimin blinked at you, confusion etched across his brows. "Let's get him stabilised first and his BP's dropping, now 86 over 50. Heart rates 165. He's not looking too crash hot, you think he's losing too much blood?"

You frown, darting your eyes at the puddles of blood on the floor as if he really had to ask that question when the answer was obvious. "I'm thinking endotracheal intubation to avoid worsening hypoxia and-" You narrow your eyes at his vital signs monitor. "-blood, definitely blood as soon as possible. Can you please call the blood service for massive transfusion protocol and a portable chest x-ray? Then call Dr. Namjoon and fill him in about transferring our patient to Seoul Hearts Hospital."

"Will do." Jimin nodded, ripping off his gloves and carelessly tossing them on the ground. Tilting your ponytail out from your face, you grab the tubing table as Jimin rushed towards the phone. He had a blood ombre on his light green pants but the sticky feeling didn't deter him from doing his work.

"Irene," you announce, grabbing the young new nurse from across the rooms attention. "While he's away, monitor vitals please. You tell me if his blood pressure drops again?"

"Will do doctor," she smiles, "Currently sitting at 86/0. Hooking up a bag of fluids now."

"Good work. We haven't worked together before so let's work well together. Team work-

"-makes the dream work," she completes your sentence, connecting the bag to his IV cannula. "Any other orders doctor?"

You grin. "Not yet."

"Taking bloods now!" she announces, grabbing the trolley and rushing over to the other side of the bed.

"Right," Tearing your eyes away from hers, you lean above the patient's head. "Alright Mr. Lee, let's get you geared up for a safe transfer and a groovy recovery back to functional independence so you can see your kids too."

If only you had known that you wouldn't be leaving the hospital that night in time to kiss your baby goodnight and prepare for her bithday. If only you knew how quickly your past would catch up on you.

If only you saw him coming, maybe you'd prevent it.

But if you did see him coming, would you prevent it from happening?

Who knows.

Because when the door slams open, hitting the back of the door just as you finish intubating the patient. A wildly startled looking Namjoon with sweat glistening on his forehead yells across the room as he hits the security alarm by the sink.

You know you'll be seeing him again and you can't prevent that.

It was fate.

Irene looks up at you confused as you stand at attention immediately, there's only one reason why Namjoon would press that button.

Evacuation.

And your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach when he rushes. "Dr. Y/N, we have a code black in progress in VIP, all patients and staff are being transferred to Seoul Hearts Hospital immediately. Ambulance 4 please with EMT Seokjin."

"Is this a drill?" you ask, hands eager to swing into action. "Because this isn't funny, I'm supposed to be leaving in the next five minutes. Sunny's being babysat right now."

"I'm sorry to hear about that, you'll have to call her and tell her you wont be coming home," He looks between you and Irene. "Unfortunately girls, this is definitely not a drill. I want you gone in less than a minute. Jimin's waiting for you already."

He leaves as soon as you swing into action, connecting a pole to his bed for the fluids and an oxygen tank to the end of his bed. You pass the ambu bag to Irene.

The corridor sounds more active than Irene remembers. Why is everyone running? What's going on? Code Black?

She holds the ambu bag in between her hands, failing to sense the urgency in the air, as you rush across the bloodied floor, unplugging everything and kicking the break off at the bottom of the bed. "What's going on Dr... I don't understand." she whimpers, watching you.

"We need to go, and right now," You turn to her, blowing a strand of hair away from your face as you begin pushing the patients bed through the door. "Contact your family when you're in the ambulance, tell them that you're fine. There's a bomb in the hospital."

"There's a what?!"

And you can't fight fate.