pov. Steve
I was loading some medications, bandages, gauze pads and many more things that were needed in the ER onto a wheeled cart. It wasn't that busy right now, and as the newest, it was my job to make sure everything that was needed there to treat the incoming patients was there. Checking, I let my eyes wander over the cart one last time. Everything I had written down on my pad was there, I let the pad disappear again, clasped the cold metal handle of the trolley with both hands and rolled it off.

I meandered through the doctors, nurses and other staff who were either about to finish their night shift or had just started their shift. A few times I raised my hand back in greeting as some of the colleagues wished me a good morning. Without even thinking about it, I drove down the corridors, through glass doors that opened automatically, and finally arrived at a freight elevator. I grinned, considering that I had only been working at Lenox Hill for half a year, I found my way around impeccably. I had gotten lost a few times in the beginning, but my doctor-in-charge, Dr. Phillips, who had been responsible for helping me get settled in, had never freaked out once and had given me directions every time.

He had been promoted to senior physician in the ER a few weeks ago and was now my supervisor. After I pressed the button for the first floor, the door slowly closed and the elevator quickly descended. While I waited in the elevator for the door to open again, I ran a hand over my face. I hadn't gotten enough sleep in the last few weeks because I was often working extra shifts so I could pay my mom's medical bills. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer two years ago. I was very worried about her because no matter what treatments she had, the cancer just wouldn't go away and as a doctor I knew exactly what that meant, even if I didn't really want to know.

The elevator door slid apart, with a little effort I moved the car again and after another ten meters I was at the emergency room, where I set about stowing the contents of the car in shelves and compartments. I was the only one in this part of the department, most of the doctors were dumping in their first coffee and sitting in the small room we affectionately referred to as our cafeteria. It was just a small room with a table for eight people, a refrigerator for lunch and snacks, an espresso machine and a kettle for tea. I crouched down a bit to take the adrenaline vials off the cart, then put them in the assigned compartment, one that was at the shoulder height of a normal-sized person, and closed the glass door that was placed in front of the compartment. My cell phone made itself felt vibrating in my pocket, I pulled it out, wondering who could be calling me so early on a Saturday. I furrowed my eyebrows in irritation when I saw Bucky's number flashing. What had made him get out of bed before ten o'clock on a Saturday?

I quickly glanced over at my colleagues, there were four of them sitting at the table and they didn't seem to pay the slightest attention to me "No one will miss me for five minutes" I thought and slipped unobtrusively through the door into a room where white towels and sheets were stored. I pressed the green button that appeared on the display "Buck I'm on shift right now." I greeted my childhood friend.
A minimal pause followed before he replied "I wouldn't have called if it was really important." something was wrong, a slightly desperate undertone was audible from his voice, I took the cell phone in my other hand and furrowed my brows. Again there was a small pause before he continued "Steve, we need your help."

I gasped in surprise, it had been ages since Bucky had openly admitted to needing help "What happened?" I left them alone for a few weeks and they were already in trouble.
Bucky sighed "It's really a long story but....." he was interrupted by the beeper on my hip.
Feeling guilty, I looked at the beeper flashing and calling me to work "Buck, there's someone being admitted right now, just come to Lenox Hill." I jammed the phone between my ear and shoulder and opened the door

"In the cafeteria, in half an hour." I hung up and put the cell phone in my pocket. With quick steps I went to the door through which the paramedics were bringing in the injured.
When I got there a stretcher was already being pushed in by two paramedics "rear-end collision" one informed us "one victim male, around fifty, fractured leg, multiple contusions, large cut on abdomen, possible internal bleeding" the man on the stretcher was barely conscious and was being pushed to the back of the room. Mattew came running and immediately began tending to his most acute injuries.
As soon as the way was cleared in the entrance the second stretcher arrived "the second victim, female, twenty, cuts in arms and face, collapsed lung." the woman on the stretcher, was artificially respirated, she was pale and her lips were blue.

I didn't hesitate for a second and took a long needle from one of the shelves. I quickly found the right spot between the woman's second and third ribs and pushed the needle through her skin. Immediately she started gasping for air and looked around in panic.
"Hey, hey, hey" reassuringly I took the woman's hand "it's all good, what's your name?" it was important to reassure the patients who came to the ER because they were usually panicky and panicky patients were harder to treat.

The woman was still greedily drawing in every breath "Ally." she looked with widened eyes at the needle sticking out of her body.
I smiled kindly at her "Okay Ally, my name is Steve, the needle isn't harming you, it's helping you breathe" I tried to explain to her "this isn't all so......"
"Rogers!" i was interrupted by Mattew, he was still standing by the man, blood oozing from between his gloved hands "I need help here, have Jensen take her."

I took my hand from the woman's again "You're in good hands." I assured her and then walked with quick steps to the stretcher the man was lying on. "Leg?"
Mattew just nodded as he busied himself with stopping the bleeding in the abdominal area. I grabbed a light splint and had it fastened around the man's leg with quick fingers. This would only help for now, it was only there to prevent more damage from being done, the man would definitely need to go to surgery later. Suddenly, the man began to convulse.

He bent his head back and clenched his hands into fists, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him with all my strength onto the couch so that Mattew's efforts to treat the abdominal wound would not be in vain "We need adrenaline fast!" I looked at Henry promptly, he immediately ran and drew up a syringe.
Suddenly the man reared up, retching and spitting blood in my face. I resisted the urge to wipe it off, instead taking the adrenaline and injecting it into him. Relieved, I watched the spasm stop.

Mattew taped a gauze bandage to the abdominal wound "He needs to get to an OR now." he looked at Henry "go to the 5." he flipped up the rails and rolled out the gurney with Henry, heading for the emergency OR rooms.
I turned back around, the young woman was gone too. My hand stopped millimeters from my face as I realized I still had blood on my face. I walked over to the nearest sink and scrubbed it off as best I could.

"Hey man are you okay?" i saw in the mirror as Jensen walked up to me, a worried expression on his face with some of his black hair going into it.
I just nodded that it wasn't just the blood that was bringing worry lines to my face. I looked at my wristwatch, almost half an hour gone. I turned around and managed a rueful grin "Sure, I'll be in the cafeteria for a minute" I wiped my hands in a towel, the only thing I couldn't wash off was the blood that had landed on my green work clothes "Just page me if anything should be." with those words I walked past him and out of the ER room.

It didn't take me long to get to my destination, after only a few hallways and stairs I was there. The sun was shining in through the Glass Front, people were scurrying around. With narrowed eyes, I kept an eye out for Buck. Assuming his driving style, I'm sure he was already here. That's when I spot him, sitting at one of the tables with Sam, their hands intertwined on the table. What surprised me a bit was why Stephen was also here. He was sitting on the armchair opposite the two of them, his hair was tousled in contrast to usual, he was kneading his hands and bouncing his foot. The closer I got to the three of them, the more I could feel the tense mood emanating from them.

"Hey guys" I made my presence known and sat down at the fourth chair next to Stephen. Ignoring the fact that they were all three staring at the blood on my clothes, I propped my elbows up on the table "What's wrong?"

Stephen stopped kneading his hands next to me "It's about my boyfriend."
I raised an eyebrow "Tony, is it?" just because I didn't go to school with them anymore didn't mean Buck or Clint didn't fill me in on the newest kerfuffle.
Stephen just nodded, then started, but couldn't seem to bring himself to say whatever had happened.
Buck jumped in for him "Tony's dad is a huge homophobic asshole and found out they were dating" his grip on Sam's hand tightened "he put him in St. Helen's."

My breath caught in my throat, I knew exactly what was there. Concerned I looked to Bucky, this all had to have stirred up a lot in him. I didn't care that I didn't even know the boy, he was Stephen's boyfriend and no one deserved to be in a place like that. "What can I do?" questioning, I looked at each of them in turn.
Sam didn't look excited at all as he answered me "We want to get someone in there so he doesn't give up and we have someone in there to help us get him out."
I ran my hand through my hair, that someone was going to be me, I realized. For a second I hesitated, if I did that it could well be that I lost my job here forever, but one look into Stephen's desperate eyes reddened from crying and I already put those doubts aside "I'll go ask my boss about the transfer." I squeakily pushed back the chair I was sitting on.

Stephen exhaled in relief and rested his forehead briefly on his hands, Buck looked at me gratefully "Thanks man."
I returned the grin half-heartedly "Don't thank me too soon, I'm not inside yet." I bit my lower lip a little, convincing Dr. Phillips to transfer me to another hospital and then to a psychiatric ward was going to be a challenge. I could hardly tell him the real reason why I wanted to go there. I looked at the three of them again in turn "Are you getting the others together too?" I couldn't imagine that the others would let me stop them from fighting this battle.

Stephen nodded "We'll all meet at Pietro and Wanda's place in two hours." his voice was rougher than usual.
Two hours, that was enough time to work on Dr. Phillips "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." I raised my hand briefly in greeting, not wanting to hug her while I was soaked in blood. So fast that I almost ran into someone a couple of times, for which I apologized each time, I headed for the dressing rooms. Even as I pushed open the door, I rummaged out the key to my locker. Quickly, I exchanged my work robe for a pair of blue jeans, a shirt, and a denim jacket. I slipped into my sneakers just like that, without retying the shoelaces, and then stuffed my work robe into my backpack as well, just like my keys.

I shouldered the backpack on a carrier and made my way to Dr. Phillips' office. After less than two minutes, I was standing in front of the wooden door with "Phillips" written on it in block letters. Knocking a little harder than I should have, I took a step back.
"Come in." my mentor's voice rang through the closed door.
I took another deep breath, ran it through my hair, pushed down the handle and entered the spacious office. One wall was completely covered with bookshelves, folders, paper trays, and books piled up in a chaotic order. The opposite wall was completely plastered with whiteboards on which appointments, duty rosters and much more was written. In front of the window front, which replaced the wall, stood a desk on which patient files were piled up. Behind this desk sat a somewhat older man, whose hair was slowly but surely turning gray. When he lifted his head from his documents, intelligent blue eyes sparkled at me "Steve, what are you doing here?" he pointed to the chair across from him.

Nervously I settled down in the chair "Sir, I'd like to ask for my transfer, to St. Helen." I began to gnaw a little on my inner lower lip with nervousness. I felt kind of bad just walking out of this hospital, but there was no other way.
Dr. Phillips lowered his pen in his hand a bit "Are you trying to tell me you are joking?" aghast he looked at me "You are my most promising junior doctor and you want me to transfer you to another hospital?"

I ran my hand through my hair "Yes and" I swallowed a little "if possible to the psychiatric ward." Phillips started to turn red "it would be for three months at the most." I quickly interjected before the man exploded and the ER would have to find a new attending.

The gray haired one heaved a sigh and ran his fingers over his temples "I don't have to understand, do I?" he rummaged on his desk for a piece of paper.
I shook my head "No sir." I couldn't help but grin as he pressed the hospital's stamp on the sheet and scribbled his signature over it before holding the document out to me.

Just before I took it, he pulled it back again "If you don't come back, I'll give you hell."
I nodded hastily and took the piece of paper, before I could say anything else Dr. Phillips was already dialing a number and paying no attention to me. Quietly, I walked through the door and gently pulled it closed behind me. When I was outside, I looked with relief at the slip of paper I held in my hand, my ticket that would give me access to a boy I didn't know, but who desperately needed my help.