Heels Clicking on Tile Floors and a Blood-Covered Coat Over a Designer Dress (o/o Closed)

The stretcher with a girl on it was wheeled into a room almost directly inside the trauma center. A nurse with a cropped haircut moved to help the emergency responders as they lined the stretcher up with the bed. Trailing them, Eleanor O'Hara buttoned up her white coat so she didn't get any blood on her expensive clothes underneath. Her heels clicked impressively on the tile floor as she made her way into the room and beside the bed.

"On my count," she declared, her British accent making her words seem more regal than they really were. She reached across the bed to aid in the transfer and counted: "One, two, three." The team fluidly pulled the girl from the gurney onto the bed, and quickly, Eleanor began to work. "Does she have a name?" she asked, examining her as the nurse buzzed around, setting up IV fluids.

"ID says Elouise Finnigan," one of the EMTs replied.

"Elouise?" O'Hara asked, taking inventory of what she was working with. "Elouise, can you hear me?" Her hand slipped into Elouise's, and she squeezed it to see if she got a response back.

O'Hara sighed with relief. "She's still here," she announced to the group. She looked directly down at the girl – Elouise – and spoke again. "Elouise, I'm Dr. O'Hara. You're here at All Saints Hospital. We're going to help you. I just need you to keep breathing for me, alright?" She began to give orders to the nurses. "We're working from the head down. Make sure there's no brain damage. I want an ultrasound to check for internal bleeding and an x-ray to check for broken bones as fast as possible, and can someone call up to cardiology? I'm not sure how much blood she's lost." With her orders done and her nurses working, O'Hara rubbed her thumb comfortingly over the soft skin of Elouise's hand while she used her stethoscope to listen to her heartbeat. "You're going to be okay," she told the girl firmly.

O'Hara inhaled sharply when she felt Elouise grip her hand. "Jacks, get me morphine!" she demanded. The nurse with cropped hair was out the door in a flash. "Hang in there, Elouise. You're going to be alright."

Within minutes, the nurse returned with morphine, and she hooked it up to an IV. Soon, the pain reliever was entering Finn's body to calm her. "There we are," O'Hara remarked. "All set up for you. Now we just need those scans…" She looked down at Elouise's face and shook her head. "I changed my mind. CT Scan and an MRI. Now."

As they began to wheel Elouise out, O'Hara was about to let go of her hand. Then she squeezed again and harder. "Ooooh," she gasped, initially struggling to keep up with the movement of the bed because of her Manolo Blahnik heels, but she regained herself and hit a steady pace alongside the rest of them. "Hold on, dear," O'Hara assured her giving a gentle squeeze in return. "It's alright. I'm still here." It was uncustomary for doctors to remain with their patients when they left the floor, but O'Hara could practically feel this girl's panic. "Keep the morphine coming," she ordered.

O'Hara felt Elouise's grip slacken as the morphine began to take full effect. She happened to glance down at Elouise's face and saw the tears. "It's going to be alright," she whispered. Slowly, knowing she had more trauma patients to deal with, O'Hara let her hand release from Elouise's grip. She stopped in the hall, and the stretcher kept going. She pressed her lips together and turned back toward trauma. The receding clicks of her Manolos signaled her leave.

When O'Hara returned to the floor, she saw the cropped-haired nurse looking at her with an amused look on her face. O'Hara gave her a once-over as she continued walking to fill out some paperwork. "What?"

"Nothing," Jackie replied. "I've just never seen you that attached to a patient before. Do you know her?"

"I haven't the faintest clue as to who she is," O'Hara replied. Her voice softened as she added, "But she was scared."

Jackie nodded. "She was in a car accident. They happen so suddenly. Tends to scare people."

O'Hara cleared her throat and opened up a manilla file folder. "Do we know if she has any family we can contact?" she asked, casually changing the subject within a subject.

"Not sure yet," Jackie replied. "Zoey's looking into that now."

"Alright then. Her MRI results from the scans will be done in about forty minutes. Her CT scan won't be done until tomorrow, so we're going to keep her overnight. Make sure that when she gets out of her scans, she gets a permanent bed, and come find me when she does." Before Jackie could say anything else to her, O'Hara placed the file in a wire basket on the desktop and walked away.

(If you want, you can timeskip to when Finn wakes up after the scans.)

It took about twenty seconds for the clicking of expensive heels to reach Finn's ears. The sounds grew closer and closer until the curtain around her bed was pulled back enough for a woman to enter. She pulled the curtain shut behind her and turned to face her patient with a small smile. "Hello… Elouise, yes?" Her accent emphasized the girl's name elegantly.

The doctor smiled empathetically. "I'm Dr. O'Hara. Not sure how conscious you were yesterday when you were brought in, but I treated you. How are you feeling now?" she asked, going over the file folder she had in her hands, glancing up at Elouise between the lines she read. "Any pain, discomfort?"

O'Hara nodded, jotting something down in the file before shutting it and giving Elouise her full attention. "You were in a car accident," she said softly. O'Hara left the leg under the blankets of the bed and focused on what Elouise had said about her head hurting. She gently touched different spots of Elouise's head. "Let me know where it hurts. Is it a… a pinching pain? Pounding? Is it isolated in one spot or all over?"

O'Hara nodded. "Alright. Can you remember anything from yesterday?" she asked, her voice light. "Anything at all." Her hands delicately feeling out where it was that caused her patient pain. Being this close, Elouise was able to smell O'Hara's perfume scented like lavender and honey.

"Well, it's very good news hearing that you remember what happened," O'Hara remarked. She continued her work at the back of Elouise's head, not noticing the blush spreading on her cheeks. "I don't think you have a concussion. I think it's only just a headache, maybe left over from the stress of the moment." She let her hands drop and turned to write in her file some more. "Do you know what month it is?"

O'Hara nodded and jotted a note down. "Date?" she asked, looking up and meeting Finn's hazel eyes intently with her wide, warm brown ones.

(Omg, like O'Hara means the date as in today is…)
(What if Finn just panics and for some reason thinks O'Hara is asking her out???)

O'Hara stared absently at her for a second. She blinked herself out of the daze and turned away to write in the file this time. "Yes," she said quietly. "November 20." It was her 34th birthday, but she refused to talk about it. Instead, she planned on starting to drink at the end of her shift and not stopping until the sun came up. She cleared her throat and brushed her hair out of her face as she looked back at Elouise. "Are there any family members you'd like us to contact? Friends? A spouse or romantic partner? Anyone?"

(bump, sorry I'm impatient)

O'Hara pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Didn't you say you were going to a friend's house?" she asked. "When you…" Quickly, she trailed off the thought, not wanting to further remind Elouise of her accident. She swallowed and shook her head. Focus, Eleanor. After she finished what she was writing, she turned and focused her attention on her patient. "Would you like us to call your friend?"