If you’re the risk, I’m gonna take it.
Hello all! This is a new multi part series based on tracker. Not sure now many parts it will be right now, but I will keep you all posted. Hope you enjoy!
Summary : Mak is an ER nurse who has been friends with Reenie for years. When Colter gets shot on a job, Reenie brings him to Mak for help. Mak has a rocky past, so does Colter, so what could this mean for their future?
Mikayla rolled over looking at her alarm clock and sighed. It was 1 in the afternoon, which means she really only got 4 hours of sleep from the time she got home from her night shift, but still time to get up and conquer the world. Or at least the grocery shopping.
Stepping out of the shower she heard her phone ping and looked down at it on the vanity seeing a message from Reenie on the screen. Drying her hair she grabbed the phone to open the message.
“Hey. In town, might need your special skills. Keep you posted.”
Mikayla, aka Mak, was an ER nurse and had been for 10 years. The only special skills Reenie could possibly be referring to would be those.
After getting dressed and her hair partially dried, Mak went into the kitchen to make herself some coffee, which she had a feeling was going to be much needed.
As she took her first sip, her phone rang, Reenies picture displaying across her screen. She leaned against the counter and answered.
“City morgue, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em.”
“And what about gun shots? Where do those go?”
“Please don’t tell me you did something stupid and got yourself shot and this is why you’re calling me.”
“Nope. A friend of mine did something stupid and got himself shot. That’s why I’m calling you.”
She chuckles, taking another sip of her coffee. “Checks out. Are you sure this friend wouldn’t be better off at a hospital?”
“If he would let me take him to one, hence why I’m on my way to you.”
“You know where to find me, I’ll make sure I have everything I might need.”
“You’re a godsend, thanks Mak.”
“Yeah yeah, see you soon.”
She hung up, took a big swig of coffee and headed for her linen closet to make sure she had everything she would need to take care of a gun shot wound.
“Starting to think maybe I should have brewed a whole pot…” she muttered under her breath.
Half an hour later Mak heard tires on her gravel driveway. Heading out the side door she saw Reenie coming around the car.
“Hey, I’d give you a hug but I think we should probably get him inside. If we can…”
Mak looked at her, brow furrowing.
“What do you mean ‘if we can’?”
Reenie opened the passenger door of her car and revealed a tall, well built blonde man passed out in the seat.
“The dead weight thing might be an issue.”
“Good thing I’m a trained professional.” Mak took the lead, advising Reenie how to help her get the man into the house and they started on their way.
“This is Colter by the way. Thank you for saying you’d help him.”
“Of course Reen. Looks a little worse for wear right now. Should I ask how he got the gun shot, or just leave it?”
“That’s a story I’ll let him tell later.”
“Hmmm, I’m intrigued. Let’s put him on the couch, I can work on him there.”
Both women maneuvered the limp body onto the couch and Mak took over, getting to work on assessing and repairing.
Half an hour later, Mak was done and cleaning up her living room. Hearing a rustling noise behind her, she turned towards the couch, watching the sleeping man’s eyes flicker open and shut as he slowly starts to wake up.
“Well good morning sunshine, nice of you to join us.”
Colter blinked several times looking at the girl the voice came from. Long red hair, bright blue eyes. He’s not sure who she is, or where he is, but he is sure this isn’t a terrible way to wake up.
“Am I dead?” He groaned, pain starting to take over.
“No, would you like to be?” Mak replies with a slight smirk.
“Good, cause my business thrives on the living.”
Colter chuckles lightly and sits up, wincing as his muscles flex. He reaches down and feels the stitches in his side. Stitches, which he can only assume means the bullet has been removed. He swings his legs over the bed, hissing now as the movement pulls more. His hiss and the rustle of the couch pulls Mak from her cleaning.
“Hey hey hey there cowboy, where do you think you’re going ?” She made her way over to him.
“Getting up, I’ve got work to do. “
She raised her eyebrows, nodding slowly, slight smirk on her face. “How about you make laying back down your only job right now?”
Colter looks at her, giving no sign of listening to her. Mak sent a pointed look his way. After a 30 second staring contest, he gave in and started to lay back, wincing again as he did,
“See? Job done. Now you can relax.”
He scowled at her and reflexively drew a hand to his side as another jolt of pain goes through the site. She walks over and crouches beside him, moving to lift up his shirt to check the stitches. Removing his hand from the site, he winced as the shirt brushed over the stitches.
“I’m Mikayla, but everyone calls me Mak.”
“I should have known, she never listens. I told her not to call you.”
Chuckling she turned back to the pile she was working on cleaning the first time colter tried to get out of bed. He watched her carefully and tried his best to be as quiet as possible trying again to get up from the couch.
“Has anyone ever told you you suck at listening?” turns and looks at him questioningly, “I said lay down.”
Colter grumbles but notes the stubborn look on her face and doesnt have the fight in him to argue. He’s sore and tired and a soft couch doesn’t sound like the worst idea.
Something moving outside the front window caught her eye, “well well, speak of the devil”
The door opens, revealing Reenie with a bunch of shopping bags in her hands. She looks at the couch, feeling Colter looking at her.
“I am. And now I’m going back to work.” He tries slowly this time to sit up, but the area still pulls and he winces, but doesn’t stop moving. Mak looks over at Reenie shaking her head.
“This guy is a terrible patient. Where on earth did you find him?”
“Oh I’m fully aware he doesn’t listen, I like to tell myself he thinks it’s part of his charm.”
Mak chuckles sardonically, “Oh yes, so charming when everything you say goes in one ear and out the other”
“I could-“ Colter cuts Reenie off, tired of them talking like he isn’t there.
“The bullet didn’t hit my ear, I can still hear you guys.”
Mak and Reenie turn to him, faces even, “we know.”
Colter pointedly looks at Reenie, “And talk about not listening, I told you I didn’t need help.”
“You passed out in my passenger seat. I figured you would enjoy this more than the hospital.”
He looks around the room, “Where even are we right now?”
Mak smiles and holds her arms out, “welcome to Chez Jones. We hope the accommodations have been to your liking.”
Reenie chuckles, grabbing the bags again and heading toward the kitchen, “I’m going to go put these away.”
Mak nods, and then heads over to colter, crouching in front of him.
“I know you’re stubborn and don’t feel like listening to someone you don’t even know, but seriously, you need to lie down and rest.”
He looks at her, noting how bright blue her eyes are. After staring for a second too long, he sighs.
“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely.”
She smirks at him and moves to help him lower his upper body down onto the couch. “I don’t usually, side effect of working the ER.”
He looks up at her, “getting special treatment, am I?”
Her eyes dart to his face quickly, then back to the pillow she’s adjusting under his side, “what can I say? I’m a sucker for tall and handsome.”
A small smirk appeared on his face, Reenie walked back in the room with a sandwich on a plate.
“Thought you might need some food to kick start the healing process, and maybe if you’re eating you won’t be annoying Mak.”
They glanced at each other quickly, this time the smirk showing on her face, and then she turned back to Reenie.
“I’d also say we should let him rest, but I have a feeling if left alone he’s going to get some wild idea he wants to run a marathon or something…”
Reenie laughed, “yep, sounds like Colter,” she looked over at Mak, “go, get on with your day, I’ll stay and keep an eye on him. That is if it’s okay if we invade your space for a little longer.”
Mak shrugged, “of course, stay as long as you need. Kinda nice to have some excitement around here again.”
Colter chuckled from the couch, “glad I could help.”
Reenie held a hand up, “just don’t go around getting shot all the time, that’s too much excitement for anyone.”
Mak chuckled at her friends annoyance, “I’m going to run out and do a few errands, I’ll be back. If you’re not here when I get back, I’ll know you’re out on a marathon.”
The door closed behind Mak and Reenie plunked herself down in a chair, looking at Colter.
“I know you said you didn’t need help, but I like to think I was right in this case.”
He swallowed the bite of sandwich, “very few times I will admit it, but you were right.” He looked around the house taking everything in, very minimal stuff around the living area, a few pictures on the wall, not much to give anything away. “So, will we be disturbing anyone else if we stay here a little longer?”
Reenie looked up from her phone, her eyebrow raised slightly, “no, just Mak.”
He nodded and settled back into the couch, taking another bite of sandwich, “good.”
She set her phone down in her lap and leaned forward, giving him a look, “be careful. She’s been through a lot. I’m not telling you no, I’m just telling you,” she sits back into the chair, “be nice.”
He gave her a look, “I’m always nice.”
She chuckled sardonically, “I mean long term nice. That one you have issues with.”
“Hazard of the job, unfortunately.”
“Exactly.” She picked up her phone again, “now get some rest, will you?”
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