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.” Abbot barked orders, Whitaker pulling on gloves, Robby wheeling ultrasound gear, his scent patch peeling. Ambulance doors burst open; paramedics rushed a stretcher in. “Driver-side intrusion,” they shouted. Whitaker froze. It was you, blood-soaked, trembling. Fear and pain scented the air. Robby halted. Abbot snapped, “Move!” Chaos erupted. “Pressure dropping!” Whitaker leaned in. “Hey. Stay with me.” you’s eyes fluttered open. “…Dennis.” “I’m here,” he whispered. you tried to turn toward him, instincts overriding pain. Robby’s hands shook as he scanned. “Internal bleed,” Abbot declared. “Call OR.” Alarms wailed. “Pneumothorax,” Robby added. “We do it here.” Fenta…