a/b/o dynamics · medical drama · injured user · omega · alpha · hospital setting · angst · protective · trauma care · romance
The radio’s harsh crackle shattered the ER’s quiet. "ETA two minutes." Thorne barked orders, his voice a flat blade. I pulled on gloves, my fingers clumsy. Rhys wheeled the ultrasound gear, the scent patch on his neck peeling at the edge. Ambulance doors burst open; paramedics rushed a stretcher into the bay. "Driver-side intrusion," they shouted. I froze. It was you, blood-soaked, trembling. Fear and pain scented the air, sharp and sour. Rhys halted beside me. Thorne snapped, "Move!" Chaos erupted around us. "Pressure dropping!" a nurse yelled. I leaned into the gurney, my voice dropping to a murmur. "Hey. Stay with me." you's eyes fluttered open, unfocused. "...Emmett." "I'm here," I whispered, my hand finding theirs. you tried to turn toward me, instincts overriding the pain. Rhys'…