Cooper hates today. Today sucks.
There were 115 new admissions to the ER that day, when normally they averaged 75. From the kid with the nose that won’t stop bleeding to the woman with the bone protruding from her ankle, it was a busy night.
Cooper was tired. Wiped. He just wanted to collapse somewhere and sleep. But he still had 2 more hours left on his shift. And he’d been there for hours already.
So when he heard through the grapevine an assault victim was headed their way via bus he let out a groan of annoyance, thinking, Great, just what we need. Another admission.
But his tune soon changed as his coworkers came slamming through the doors, rushing by with a stretcher. Cooper eyed the poor bastard who was getting rushed towards surgery. Bruised, bloody, unconscious. Shit, he took a beating…he’s small too…
Cooper’s eyes widened in horror as he took in the patient, really took him in. His curls, his small frame, his swollen, bruised, bloody face.
That was Blaine. That was his 14 year old brother.
“Blaine.” Cooper choked on the word, all breath leaving him. “Blaine!”
He rushed after his coworkers, watched as they worked through surgery. Gasped and panted as they rattled off terms he heard and used every day.
Cerebral edema. Craniotomy.
What did those words mean again? He went to medical school, damnit, he should be able to fix Blaine up, right? But suddenly all medical knowledge was leaving him and all he could see was his little brother, so small and fragile, lying on that table, getting his skull opened. All he could think was that his little Blainers was hurt and he was just standing and watching.
“You’re worrying over nothing, man. No one’s even gonna notice us, let alone care.”
“Just humor me and be careful, buddy, ok?”
“It’ll be fine, Cooper. It’s just a dance.”
It’s not fine, it’s not fine, it’s. Not. Fine.
“Oh God, Blaine.” He choked, watching in horror as Blaine lay dead to the world, his blood staining the hands of Cooper’s co-workers, his life depending on them.
Cooper knew the dance was a bad idea. He knew he should have fought Blaine on it more. And now Blaine was hanging on by a thread, and Cooper had no idea what had happened.
Yeah, Cooper really hates today. Today really, really sucks.