#no proof

You smiled and nodded as someone administered medication and it was obvious that you wanted to leave even though you were being as polite as possible. 

“I’ll check it out.” Dana patted Robby’s shoulder and moved towards the room you were in. 

Meanwhile, you were sitting and hoping that someone would come with the good news that you were getting transferred. 

“Hey- I’m Dana.” She entered, closing the door behind her and drawing the curtain. “You got a minute to talk?” 

You smiled and sat up a little, then winced in pain. “Sorry- Just really sore. Am I getting the transfer?” 

“Uh- Not yet.” She looked over her shoulder then pulled a stool to sit next to the bedside. “Is there a reason you don’t wanna be here? At this hospital?” 

“Yeah, I usually go to Westboro or Sacred Heart. I was just near here so they brought me here and I wasn’t very lucid to advocate for myself.” You gave a nervous laugh. 

“And there’s no other reason?” She asked, eyeing you carefully. 

“No, ma’am.” You swallowed but she noticed you stiffening up a little.

“Okay… okay. Is there someone we can call or-” She started but you shook your head.

“No! I mean- I- No. I’m fine. I just wanna get out of your hair-” You said immediately. 

“Okay.” She nodded, watching you fidget with your wedding ring. “You married?” She asked softly. 

“I- Yeah-” You smiled, looking at your hand. “Three years now.” 

“He’s a good guy?” She asked.

“He looks mean but he’s-” You pause then sigh deeply. “Are you here to ask if I’m being abused?”

“Dr Robby saw bruises that weren’t related to the crash. We have to do our duediligence.” She explained with a gentle smile. 

“I’m not- It’s not abuse-” You flushed deeply. “We’re just very passionate and he’s stronger and gets very-” You cleared your throat as you shied away from explaining that your husband was an animal in bed. 

“Robby called for an ortho consu-” Park entered and stared at you, saw Dana, then turned and walked away. 

“That was new.” Dana mumbled then looked at you. You laughed nervously, trying to not show anything. “So, I’m gonna ask again, can I call someone for you?” 

“I- My husband is my emergency contact but I don’t wanna bother him.” You said quietly. 

“Honey, you might have a broken arm and a fractured hip. You’re gonna need to call someone.” She said softly, reaching to hold your hand and give it a squeeze. “Maybe a sibling? Or a parent?” 

You shook your head again. “No. They’d all call him immediately so-” You sighed. “I’m fine… Really.” You gave a small smile. 

A few minutes later, Garcia walked in, confused. “Shark refused the consult.” She whispered to Dana and gave you a smile to start your consultation as Robby came back again. 

Broken radius, and fractured ilium with a lot of bruising on your ribcage. 

You nodded through the diagnosis and then the explanation of how you may need surgery for the arm but everything else can be wrapped and heal on its own. And then once again, someone emphasised that you needed to call someone. 

The room was full of interns, student doctors and Robby, explaining your condition when Park walked back in. He was no longer in scrubs but the same jeans and shirt he’d been wearing when he’d left home in the morning. 

Robby raised a brow as he entered. No one had ever seen him on the floor in casuals.

“We good?” He asked slowly. 

“Good. Continue.” Park nodded and pulled a stool to sit next to your bedside, taking your hand in his. 

It took Robby a good thirty seconds to finally realise why you wanted to be transferred to another hospital. You were saving them from the Shark, not trying to run away. 

“Brendon- I was just-” You looked at Robby worriedly.

“I know.” He nodded, eyes still locked on Robby. 

The room that had been buzzing was now very, very silent. One intern was now focused on the IV pump, another found the curtains very fascinating. The student doctors were transfixed on the floor. 

“Okay.” Robby clapped his hands, “Learning moment’s over. How about everyone go so I can have a moment with our patient and… spouse?” He added carefully and Park nodded once. “Right…” 

Once the room was empty and only the three of you remained, Robby turned to you both again. 

“How bad?” Park asked. His voice was unwavering but he was obviously worried with how hard he was holding your hand. 

Robby silently pulled up the Xrays to show him. Park sighed deeply then looked at you. 

“You should’ve called me.” He spoke gently which made Robby’s brows meet his hairline. 

“I didn’t wanna pull you from your shift.” You whispered back.

“My shift?” Park hissed and Robby cleared his throat. “We’ll talk about this later.” He pouted and turned to Robby, shoulders dropping a little. “Garcia will do the surgery since I can’t.”

Robby nodded in agreement, looking over his shoulder, a small crowd was just walking past, constantly sneaking peeks of Shark and you, and whispering. 

“As soon as we’ve got an OR, we’ll move you up.” Robby explained. “And uh-” He paused. “Dana might wanna talk to you-”

“Dana? Why?” Park’s brows furrowed. 

“The bruises-” You whispered to him and he glares at Robby. 

“I am not explaining how I love my wife.” He was appalled at even the notion. 

“Right! Of course! But you know! Hospital policy.” Robby backed away with a smile and exited the room quickly. 

You turned to Park with a smile. “You really have a reputation, huh?” You laughed softly. “They have no idea how gooey you are at home.”

“Stop… I’m a tough guy.” He smiled a little. 

“The doctor before- The woman. She called you Shark. I never thought they seriously called you that.” You giggled some more and he rolled his eyes, leaning to kiss your forehead. 

“I told you I’m a scary guy at work.” He said softly.

“Sure thing, fish boy.” You mused. 

Outside the room, Robby was explaining the situation to Dana, whilst Whitker and Santos were eavesdropping. 

“What… is happening right now?” Mel asked Dennis as she too stared at the scene unfolding in Trauma 2. 

“Shark might actually be human.” Dennis whispered back. 

“Who would’ve thought.” Trinity nodded in surprise. 

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