a_mused | Golden Gate Bridge is Falling Down for artic

It was all over the news. On every channel. Every channel. The hospital was screaming. Like every person in the place was screaming out in pain. Bae gripped the edge of the nurses station as they replayed the footage for the hundredth time as they waited for more events to emerge and it would only be seconds before the hospital was flooded with panicked families and injured people.

And everybody was screaming out in her head at once, a million voices crying in agony like they had any idea. Any at all.

Bae slapped the file folder in her hands on the lip of the desk and turned to the intern who was just as stunned as everyone else.

"If you gotta pee, now would be the time."

Because they would not be stopping.

People had been rushed into the emergancy set up not far off from where the battle still raged near what used to be the golden gate bridge. It was blood but not as bad as it could be. Most of the humans on the bridge were mostly unharmed it was just after unset that three bodies thought to be dead were brought in. One was in bad enough shape that it was covered with a sheet.

The body being carried past Bae as the arm feel from under the blanket into sight, a ripped sleeve... and three red stars.

No. "What happened to them?" she asked the EMT wheeling them in. This was what she had worried about. What she had imagined from the very beginning.

His hand was limp and unresponsive.

Unmoving.

"Car got flipped."

"Is that-"

"On to them."

Bae froze, hand an inch from the sheet. She could still feel warmth beneath the sheet. Warm and beating. His blood was moving thin and thready but moving. His heart was pumping.

"This one isn't dead." He wasn't. He wasn't. "We need to get him on a stretcher and into triage." She paused. "Now, please. Move it. Or he really won't be alive any longer. You want that on your conscience?"

Zach was in a strange state, his mind was trying to shut down but he had always been a stubborn son of a bitch so his heart wouldn't give out just yet, despite the number of broken bones.

"Yes ma'am." the man spoke moving to help do as she said. When the sheet was moved the lower half of him didn't look right from the chest up was not so bad but below was where the car hit. His eyes were open behind the goggles over his eyes. The outfit was closer to those attacking something he had never let her see. He never let her see his uniform. Never told her.

"Do not waste your time on that one." Someone else called. "They are certain he is one of the terrorists. There are innocent people dying here."

"Do you see any sign on that door that says who we do or don't take care of? Close your mouth or get out."

Bae grabs Zach's hand and squeezes it once before turning to the doctor running toward her and starts rattling off what she knows. But not all of it. Not who he is. Not that she knows him. Not that the last four minutes broke a dozen ethical codes and could possibly have her losing her license, she was not putting his life in anybody else's hands.

Because only her's might keep him alive long enough to fix the real damage. And she needs only a minute alone with him to make that happen.

What were you thinking? Why are you so stupid? You could have told me. You could have told me and this wouldn't have happened.

The guy did in fact shut his mouth and went on to work on someone else. While the doctor she spoke too looked a little worried and got to work. It would take a bit of work before she'd be alone with him. It was about an hour of intense work and a few shocks to the chest before his heart beat was closer to normal and he was being pumped full of blood and ivs. His body was so far responding well but his eyes had been closed by one of the other nurses.

His goggles on the floor somewhere and the black shirt cut open. The Omega tattoo on his neck had been easy to see when they moved him. It was part of why he usually kept his jacket on around her, hiding that bit of ink from her.

"Just time will tell." the doctor spoke. As soon as he walked out the other nurse stepped up close, it was her coworker, the one that would tease Zach when he came in busted up.

"We cant let them find out who he is. does he carry a wallet?" Zach's wallet was on him, his id inside. It needed to disappear. "Give it to me and I'll get it out of here, I'm due a smoke break." No way in hell was he letting Bae go down for the kid who he figured wouldn't make it the night.

"No. We need him to disappear. Police find him, he won't be coming back." Bae trembled and her hands curled into fists. "Help me get him to my car." She looked up suddenly. "He's either going to live or die. If he dies it better be somewhere where I can hide who he was."

Is. Is, Bailee. Is. He's still alive. He's got a pulse. He was not going to die here like this.

She wasn't letting him go.

He deserves more than the life he's had until now.

"Your right, they would dissect him like the other mutants they captured." The male nurse moved to lift Zach. There was so much broken that the crunch it made when he was lifted made even the male nurse cringe but if he trusted anyone it was Bae and if anyone cared about the guy in his arms it was her. Luckily security sucked and with the blanket over Zach it was easy to sneak him out and into the backseat of the car.

"Be careful Bae."

Bae slid into the driver's seat and clutched the wheel until her knuckles bled white. This was a nightmare. A total nightmare. And maybe, maybe she'd be lucky and wake up soon safe in her bed and none of this had happened.

She let out a shaky sigh and started the car. "Make an excuse for me? Say I threw up on a patient and went home to change." Zach wasn't even moving and Bae was afraid her own excuse was about to come a violently real reality. "Just. Something. I'll make it up to you later. I swear."

"Wanna make it up to me, just get him out of here and dont get caught. Don't beat yourself up if he dies." He spoke realisticly before hurrying back inside. Zach was locked in, even if he was awake the state his body was in he couldn't move or communicate at all. Death was likely to come if he didn't have a healer soon.

"Don't you dare listen to him, Meatball," Bae tells him as she maneuvers her way from the staff parking lot. They weren't going to get out of the city easily. She just needed a safe place to hide to stabilize him. Just a few minutes of time to bring him a little closer to life than death and she was going to drag him back screaming.

"You're not dying today."

He would be moved, ya know if he wasn't paralyzed and on deaths door.

Shut up, omniscient narrator, you try driving through San Francisco in the middle of a major emergency. Bae is near paralyzed from anxiety, each road block, each second, brings Zach closer to death and she's so close to losing it right then and there that the only thing keeping her focused on escape is the fact that she can see his chest barely moving under that blanket.

She saw an empty alley, a one-way street going toward her, not in her direction and she yanked the wheel hard, driving up it with reckless speed until she burst out onto a different street where the traffic was non-existent.

She parked the car at an imperfect angle and twisted in her seat. She brought her hands around the head rest to touch Zach's forehead and neck and she felt for him desperately, begging him not to give up as she slowly brought his temperature up and steadied his heart.

"You know how much I hate you?" None. She didn't hate him at all. "I hate you so so much. Why did you do it?"

He was so broken. Bae drew in a ragged breath and settled back in her seat. "I hate you more than anything."

She didn't know how she made it home. Just that she did. Just that the walk from the car carrying Zach was the hardest thing she's done that day. That she laid him on her bed and then locked herself in her bathroom until she'd cried herself out. That she fell asleep on the floor beside her bed, holding his hand in a vice grip, matching their breath and heartbeat and sense of calm.

She slept. And didn't dream. And kept him alive.

After a few days of her stubbornly keeping him alive. The broken bones started to heal as his body started to seem t take its right shape again. It started with a twitch and a groan. His hand clutching hers as they slept.

He couldn't get up but he opened his eyes.

Something strange had happened. The chocolate colored eyes were now almost crystal blue as he opened them. blood shot and aching he couldn't move not yet but he squeezed her hand.

...who would save his hand? Was he here because he saved that girl? Was Heaven Bae's bed? He knew her room he'd walked past it before. or helped her set things up.

"Zach?" Bae mumbled into the blankets, drowsy and still half-asleep. She must have passed out again. Bae yawned in a jaw-cracking manner and laid her cheek against the covers, blinking slowly back into alertness. It had been days since she'd allowed herself the chance to sleep. She'd seen enough people die just when everyone thought they'd pull through it to let her guard down for more than a few minutes.

She thought she had imagined the movement. Until she saw his eyes were open.

"Zach?!?" Bae sat up abruptly, climbing onto the narrow bed and cupping his face with both hands. Her whole body was shaking and her eyes burned red hot as she stroked her thumbs over his cheeks. "Hey. Blink twice if you hear me."

So, Bae's bed was heaven...

He couldn't speak at the moment but he tried to smile, it only crossed half his face. He still had a long way to go his nerves were all kinds of fucked up. The stubborn ass tried to speak but nothing came out. So he blinked twice as she instructed. All he could think of was Johnny Got his Gun and he was terrified.

Tears slipped down her nose, dripping onto his face, and she started to laugh. Laugh hard and uncontrollably.

"You scared me half to death, you asshole."

Moments he wished he knew a better way to communicate besides words, he just squeezed her hand again. The newly blue eyes watching her. How had he ever been so lucky to met her?

"Yeah." Bae squeezed back, using what little strength she had left not to project her upset to him. Her upset and joy and relief so strong it was overwhelming and insane. She hadn't been sure, not until he opened his eyes, that he ever would be able to look at her again.

She choked on a sob and doubled over on him, pressing her forehead to his. "Only one who can save you now is you. I can't fix all of you. You've got to want it as much as I do, you get me? You've got to want to stay." With her.

He couldn't do anything else so he blinked twice and squeezed her hand. Surely she knew he was a stubborn son of a bitch. he wasn't about to croak now that he's come this far.

She did but he was scared and she knew it. Could feel it from the moment he woke up barely able to move. Unable to speak.

Fear killed people.

Bae brushed her lips against his. "I love you, Meatball. Don't you ever, ever scare me like this again."

If only he wasn't half broken, he would have returned the kiss and muttered the best things he could think of... but to be in such a state and finally have something he knew he had wanted but never expected to have... it hurt a bit.

Still he shifted a bit, not much but it was his sign he was not giving up.

The look in his eyes was softer at her words, two blinks. He hears you.

Bae lays her palm over his forehead and ruffles his hair. No fever. Nothing he could do now but keep still and let his bones knit back together. He's got bandages wrapped around his bandages but it's the fact that he's conscious and tracking her movements that fill her up with bone deep pleasure that she'd been right and hadn't made him worse.

She leeches some of his discomfort away with a simple sweep of her fingers through his hair. Making it easier for him to breathe if nothing else.

"You are so lucky."

The half smile he could manage was all she got before his eyes sank back closed. Rest was important for recovery. Clearly he was coming along but he still had a long way to go. Unless she somehow knew a mega healer she could sneak in. Otherwise she'd have at least a week before he could even sit up.

Golden Gate Bridge is Falling Down for artic_chill

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