She looked up at the brunette, admiring how pretty she was, noting how accomplished she was. Wondering how Sean could have chosen someone like herself over Violette. It had to have been a mistake. She carded her fingers through her hair, a nagging conscious at the back of her mind. Words lining themselves in her head, but becoming scattered again without fail. She sighed, “This is going to so not be the time for this,” She started, “But, that little conscious on my shoulder is really nagging at me right now, and.. I’m sorry,” She sighed, that was stupid, Kaytlinn. 

Vi’s expression grew less and less readable as Kayt carried on, her eyes darkened and her mouth pressed into a line. She looked down at the hands clasped in her lap. But, as soon as her anger came over her, it dissipated. She’d wasted too much energy being upset over Sean, too much time wishing she’d just gone back to her job in London. It wasn’t Kayt’s fault she’d quit her job for him and it wasn’t Kayt’s fault he’d decided that their relationship was built on a weaker foundation than the Harpoole pier.

She didn’t miss Kayt’s hesitation. Was she in love with him? Violette shoved the thought out of her mind, along with the warning on her lips. She wasn’t bitter, and it wasn’t any of her business. And she was in her place of work; she needed to be professional. She pushed back her hair, tucking it behind her ears and taking in a deep breath.

“I’m so glad,” She breathed, voice not seeming like it was her own. She hadn’t spoken the entire time she’d waited- just paced. Suddenly, her legs felt very sore and tired. She felt the weight of the world come off of her shoulders, still felt so heavy. She glanced around the waiting room, realizing she had no idea what the room she’d been standing in looked like till now. Taking a seat on a couch, she looked up at Violette, eyes searching for more than the reassuring smile on the brunette’s features.

She felt like she wasn’t there. As if the word was so loud it had become silent, as if things were so rushed, they’d gone still. Time had stopped in her head. All she could see were blurs, and all she could hear was her pulse pumping in her ears. She gave a weak, automatic nod to Violette, her words finally reaching whatever part of her brain made realizations. She moved form the ambulance, following the rush into the Emergency room. 

“I know,” she croaked out, nodding again to Violette, “thank you,” the words seemed so strange on her tongue, but also so right. Everything continued to move around her. Her attention was finally caught by a nurse. She’d leaned up against a wall, and wiped her face with her bleeding hand, causing a nurse to worry about her. 

It wasn’t a simple procedure. Violette was almost certain that Lynn had a concussion, so putting her under general anisthetic was a no-go. Instead, she gave her an intravenous induction with barbiturates, and appointed one of the nurses to give her controlled ventilation with oxygen. On the table, she had Lynn positioned so that her head was raised by 10 degrees off the table, so her jugular wasn’t occluded. 

Her insides were a mess; some of the bleeding had stopped itself, but she need a lot of suction to get rid of the blood that was already there. The internal bleeding was coming from her spleen, but it was salvageable. Vi needed to make the call; either she took the spleen out and Lynn would have a much longer recovery time, or she left her under for longer and saved the spleen. She made the second call, against the advice of the nurses in the room.

The procedure was long, and by the end of it, Violet was dead on her feet, but she could feel the familiar adrenaline rush in her veins, the kind she always got after a surgery. She loved it. 

Vi glanced at the clock, which read 2.37am. 

“Can you close up? Then take her off the IV and up to recovery and make sure someone stays with her, because she’s got a concussion.” Violette told one of the nurses, before leaving the room and scrubbing out. She immediately headed out to the waiting room, where she knew Kayt would be, putting a little smile on her face the moment she walked through the door, so Kayt would know it was good news.

“What’s gonna happen..” she spoke the words seemingly without air. Her hand clung to the cloth of her shirt, like fear gripped to her being. The alcohol she’d previously been drinking was long since gone from her mind, leaving her sobered up and much like a child. It didn’t even register to her just yet who she was with- the woman who’s relationship had broken up at her ignorant hands. 

It was true, but Violette wasn’t about to tell Kayt that those stats might not mean anything, that it would all depend on how messed up Lynn’s insides were, because from the swelling of her abdomen, she could tell there was some pretty massive internal bleeding going on. Her surgery would be extensive, her recovery painful. But, if Violette had anything to do with it, she would live.

Vi could hear her blood in her ears; she hadn’t seen a case like this since she was back in London, and although she’d been dying to get her hands dirty, she knew Lynn. Maybe not as well as some people, certainly not as well as Kayt, but she still knew her. The ambulance stopped and the doors opened and Vi saw Kayt’s face turn to her, questioning, desperate. She didn’t have the words, she just climbed out of the ambulance, her hand still holding Kayts, wanting to reassure her as best she could.

Throwback to the Autumn Festival years ago with young { @violettebeaumont } enjoying her favorite fest before she left for London.

She pulled her phone out and dialed the emergency number, finding it particularly hard to do with bloody fingers. “Y-Yes, I need.. need a bus to… Main street.. it’s an emergency.” what happened? “A… a… motorcycle accident,” it all clicked into her mind with the words and she chocked, “Please! Come quickly! She’s bleeding!”

“Lynn? Can you hear me?” She asked, leaning down to speak into the girls ear. There was no response, no movement, no fluttering of the eyelashes. She was out cold. Without a light on her, it was going to be difficult to check her vitals, but Violet has the next best thing and pulled out her mobile phone, using the torch on it to check Lynn’s pupil responses. There was no response. That was bad. Gently, Vi trailed her fingers down the girls spine, so lightly that she was applying next to no pressure, but from what she could tell, it wasn’t broken. Thankfully, though, that was when Kayt called that they were here. She was grateful that they’d arrived so quickly, because right now there was very little she could do. 

She climbed down off the car, removing her now bloodstained jacket, and looked up at Kayt when she said she needed to be with her. Glancing between the girl and her unconscious friend, who was being checked over by the EMTs. She nodded, briefly. “Okay. But she has...she’s going to need surgery. She’s going to be in surgery for most of the night.”