Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 02:18:45 +0000 From: B S <hotboy__28@hotmail.com> Subject: Accidents will Happen Chapter 20 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage male and an older male. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. The Author by no means condones the actions in this story. Thank you to all who have taken the time to message me. I very much appreciate your feedback and comments. I'm sorry for the delay in loading this chapter. Please feel free to send any comments to hotboy__28@hotmail.com Accidents will Happen Chapter 20 Half an hour later I drew up into the employee car park of the hospital. I checked my mobile and saw there was a text message from Dylan telling me he loved me. I replied, put my phone in my pocket and headed to the ER. When I arrived I was greeted with a chaotic sight, the ER was filled to the brim with people, and the queue was 4 deep at registration. "Hey Cassie" I said as I walked past the reception area and waved. "Oh Dan thank the Lord you're here" she replied. "Dr. Stevens is in the trauma room, I am sure he could use your help." I went to the staff room, placed my coat and everything apart from my phone into my locker and went to work. Cassie was right Roger Stevens was in the trauma room working on an elderly lady who had slipped on some ice in her garden and fractured her pelvis. "Hey Roger where do you want me?" I said. Roger turned around looked at me for a second and then smiled. "Dan, thank you so much for coming in, we're having a bit of a nightmare today as you can see." "Not a problem Roger truly, just tell me where you want me and what you want me on and I'll get right on it." "Great, can you help the team with the minor injuries and be my number two for any Emergency Trauma cases that come in?" "Gotcha, not a prob" I said leaving the trauma room. As I walked back out to reception I picked up the bundle of registration documents placed in the MI tray. I counted the bundle, 46 minor injuries in so far and it was only 9:15am. "Great" I thought to myself as I went to find the nurse in charge. "Hey June", June Emertson was the senior nurse on duty, a short red haired woman in her mid-forties with a pleasant manner and a great friendly personality. "Dan, great to see you, are you helping me with MI's?" she responded. "Yep that's me." I replied "Shall I take the top one and just work my way through, or is there any special order that you have put in?" June shrugged her shoulders at me and smiled, "Take the top one and let's keep going until we're done shall we" she replied. I walked over to her, gave her an appreciative hug and set to work. "Mrs. Hayes please"?. For the next three hours I did nothing but clean up grazes, stitch up cuts, look at X-rays write up referrals and admissions and dish out prescriptions. I'd had no time for a cup of tea, a snack or even a sit down, however the queue of people was slowly but surely diminishing. With the brief lull in patients I took a sneaky 5 minutes and headed for the staff room. Sitting down in the worn out old couch that looked like it had been salvaged from the Titanic I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had a couple of text messages from Dylan. This brought an immediate smile to my face and re-energized me. "Hope it's not tooooo bad at work baby?. Missin you ?" read the first text. "Guess you must be really busy darlin ? love you <3 "read the second text which was sent 25 minutes after the first one. With this little lull I decided to give Dylan a call back, I was missing him too and really wanted to hear his voice. I dialed his number and it rang out. I left him a soppy voicemail thinking he was either in the shower or more than likely sleeping still. I went to the pictures folder on my phone and browsed through the ones I had taken of Dylan. My favourite was on there, the one of him in his tight jeans and orange Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt with the massive smile. Just looking at the picture made my heart melt and didn't notice Cassie from reception walk in. "Wow that's a loved up face if ever I saw one" she said giggling slightly. I looked up surprised and I could feel myself blushing from my toes to my top. "Erm, yeah, hi Cassie, didn't see you there" I said with a nervous laugh. "So then who's the lucky gal" she asked smiling at me with a mischievous twinkle putting me right on the spot. "His name's Dylan" I said matter of factly. I had long been comfortable with my sexuality and although I had not advertised that I was gay neither had I hidden it and there were several of my colleagues who knew. The look on Cassie's face was a picture and I wished I could have snapped it with my phone. It was now her turn to blush. "Oh, erm, ok, well, hmm, I'm errr?" Cassie spluttered trying to back her way out of the situation she had just landed herself in. "Oh Cassie" I said roaring with laughter, "don't you worry about it." Cassie walked over and looked at the picture of Dylan. "Oh my what a cutie" she said. "He looks young". I spent the next 5 minutes explaining to Cassie how Dylan and I had met and how long we'd been together. "Well it's quite clear from the look on your face that you're smitten with him" she said smiling. "Oh yes" I replied, "completely and utterly. Before we could continue our conversation my crash pager beeped summoning me to the Trauma room for an emergency. I took one more look at Dylan's picture, smiled and slipped the phone in to my pocket. "Duty calls" I said to Cassie as I hurried out of the staff room heading to the trauma room. I arrived at the trauma room and looked over at Roger. "What have we got Roger?" I asked. "Not sure Dan, all I know is we have a youth aged about 14 on their way, involved in some sort of traffic collision, serious head injuries, unconscious and suspected fractured left tib and fib." "Sounds nasty" I said as I started prepping the room for arrival. I pulled out several saline pouches, moved the portable X-ray machine into position and ensured all the electronic monitoring equipment was working. "Two minutes" came a call from outside the trauma room letting us know that we had two minutes until the arrival of the patient. I checked my phone one last time, no texts from Dylan. "Lazy bugger" I chuckled to myself and put my phone back in to my pocket. As I did that the doors to the trauma room crashed open and the paramedics rushed in with our patient. "Male around 14, unconscious throughout transportation, undefined head injury and fractured tibia and fibula on the left" shouted out the paramedic as they and the team behind me transferred the patient from the stretcher to the trauma room bed. I turned around and moved to the side of the bed to check vital statistics. I looked up and into the face of our patient, suddenly and violently my world collapsed before my eyes. My legs buckled beneath me and my heart felt like it was about to explode; lying before me on the bed in the trauma room was Dylan covered in blood and unconscious.