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“I Know The End”

(i’m dyslexic so this is bad..)

Maevie Nash the younger sister of Stevie Nash gets attacked at the hospital defending Charlie from his stabbing. This is set place during S38 EP11-12 ‘Charlie’.

Maevie was an accident, born 20 years after her eldest sister but somehow a black sheep in her father’s eyes. Emma was the favourite, anyone with eyes could see that. Especially Stevie and Maevie. That didn’t taint either relationship, in fact Stevie felt more maternalistic if anything for her youngest sister. Maevie despite being basically raised by the ‘cold’ women was the opposite of Stevie, a people pleaser at that. After Emma died Maevie became even more off a shell of the person she uses to be.

Maevie always felt like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore

Maevie caught glance off her sister in conversation with Charlie, she’d been deeply concerned for her since the incident prior. Not that it changed Maevie perspective much, she remembered the deep conversations with Stevie as a teen, talking on a rusty swing set.

Noticing her on edge behaviour and her drive to protect the hospital staff. Maevie being the Sociotropy she is always kept one eye on her. Even though she knew Stevie could handle herself just fine.

Shaking herself from the trance she’d entered, she began guided her body towards Stevie before the elevators could enclose.

“Hey!” Maevie echoed toward Stevie as she parted with Charlie. “I just wanted to wish you luck, not that you need it.” her words lay on Stevie’s chest heavier than Maevie could ever know.

“Thank you, come find me after?” Stevie’s words were more off a plead, a plead to be in her sisters present. Stevie was always Conscientious towards Maevie, it is worsening after Emma. Especially as Maevie pushed herself away from those around her.

Maevie silently ended the conversation kissing Stevie cheek. Stevie hated the affection but sucked it up for Maevie sake.

Maevie didn’t know or care how long shed been there but there she was slouched across the ED counter, tiredness filling her bones, a failed attempt to drown out the chaos around her. She regretted her sleepless night.

The ding off the elevator was like a rough hand slapping her back to reality until she realised it was Stevie.

“You’re back? How did it go? Did they clear you? Did they fire you? I’ll quit if they have.” Maevie’s miniature ramble spread with a worrisome tone.

“Geez kid. How much caffeine have you consumed? they- “Stevie began but her response was cut off momentarily by Dylan

“Oh, Stevie, will you tell me that the cleared you for work?”

“Uh, sort of, kind off. But they’ve got, like- “

“Sort of kind of sounds good. That sounds like a yes. We’ve got an RTC. Details still coming in but think we can expect multiple casualties. Now, we need all the doctors we can get. I’ve obviously called for an emergency locum, but they haven’t arrived yet”

As if on cue another voice entered the room

“Sorry I’m late, timekeeping was never my strongest point. well, I know how much you love a surprise”

Maevie’s head was spinning in circles to follow the conversation, dispute it having zero connection. Her last movement landed on Stevie, leaning into her shoulder from behind. Her head throbbing from an oncoming headache, silently reminding herself to ask Stevie for some paracetamol.

She was used to the headaches; they were a part of her personality.

“Psst, who is that?” Stevie shrugged unknown to the lady who clearly knew Charlie and Dylan. Maevie found herself leaning forehead directly onto Stevie’s shoulder, it drummed against her temple.

Her head lulled forward as Stevie introduced herself to the lady, nearly causing whiplash from the sudden movement. Before she could recover Stevie was bundling her scrubs at her side, pulling her close to the lady.

“Zoe Hanna, this is Maevie Nash.” Maevie in response stood there, awkwardly lifting her hand to wave at her. Maevie in-fact hated public interactions, which was weird considering her work of choice. But shed always wished the ultraviolet would cover her up.

“Oh, Dr Nash. The great Dr Nash sisters. Charlie speaks so highly of you both”

Maevie knew it was mainly aimed towards Stevie but the thought of Charlie speaking so highly of her gave her a sense of pride.

Maevie observed the current situation as her sister began talking “I- I’m going to go to get changed, why don’t you guys take resus?

“Are you sure?” The lady Maevie has recently been introduced to said unsure. Stevie began making her way to the staff room, leading to Maevie clinging onto her arm.

“Why are you following me, Mae?” Stevie questioned her younger sister who was still clung to her arm with an iron grip.

“Can’t a girl want to be in her sister’s presents?” Maevie said with a grin

Stevie seeing straight past her sweet talk and narrowed her eyes at her “Mhm, what do you want?”

“Can I please with a cherry on top stop at yours tonight? My roommates staying at a friend and I’ll be all on my lonesome. Do you want me to get taken by the ghosts?” Maevie dramatically begged Stevie

“Fine, but you are buying us a Chinese on your way home” Maevie groaned a light ‘fine’

little did they know Maevie wouldn’t be making it home that night but rather end up with a pair off cracked lips.

“Any chance you have some magic headache cure?” Maevie followed her groan

Stevie’s head spun concerned before throwing a couple paracetamols her way

“You drinking enough water?” Stevie questioned her

“Yes mom” Maevie rolled her eyes

“Also, you know how you love me so much? and how much I love coffee? - “Stevie instantly cut her off with a sharp “No, I can see you physically vibrating you’ve passed your limit, properly why your head feels the way it does” her hands finding Maevie shoulders to steady her.

Stevie kissed the shorter girls head and rushing off to get changed. “Just follow me today, Mae, with everything that’s happened. I’d say you can be my shadow but what’s new?” Stevie said sliding her scrubs

Maevie just nodded in agreement, mirroring her footsteps like a light towards Iain Incoming with a patient.

“This is Aisling Haharty, 38 years old. Accidental overdose of prescribed beta blockers. At least 240mg. No diagnosed heart condition. They’re prescribed for serve post covid anxiety. ECG shows slightly widening QRS and long QTs. right let’s get her across when we’re ready, please” Maevie followed along to every word Iain spoke, memorising every element she could.

Maevie assisted grabbing the fabric and pulling the patient to the bed.

“Right, she’s had 250mls of activated charcoal for ingestion. 500mcq of atropine, with 250ml of normal saline blous for hypotension, to no effect. Bradycardic at 36, hypotensive at 95 systolic, stats 96 on air. GCS is 14.”

“Cheers. Thanks, Iain” Stevie thanked him getting to work as Maevie also lightly thanked him, he responded with a light tap on her shoulder before leaving.

“Aisling, my name is Dr Nash, I’m going to be looking after you today and I’m fully vaccinated. So is Dr Mae over there. Sui, lets repeat the 12 leads, and let’s get a glucagon IV in. Do a 10mg bolus” Maevie smiling at the lady to ensure she knew she was vaccinated as Stevie informed the patient.

“And let’s prep a high dose insulin euglycemic therapy, as well and well do bloods, FBCs, U&Es, LFTs. And do you mind checking her blood sugar for me?’ Stevie finished asking the nurse as Maevie turned at the sudden watched feeling to find faith.

“Maevie sweetheart” faith began, which cohered Maevie away from staff’s current mass list of orders

“Did she get cleared? Why is she ordering the whole menu?” Faith asked her concerned for Stevie, Maevie shrugged in response. Holding her hands up in a ‘don’t involve me’ way.

Faith slid past Maevie, her hand holding the younger girls back as she approached Stevie to include her in the approaching convo

“Well, you don’t need to throw the kitchen sink at her. When she’s stale, we’ll transfer her to HDU.” Tried informing Stevie who was still adamant “yeah, no, I just want to make sure that- ““I know, I know and you’re brilliant, ok? But were on the verge of declaring a Major incident. We just need to keep them moving”

She was concerned for her eldest sister; the current spiral was unlike her normal controlling manner.

Maevie truly wished she could take her sisters pain and add it to her own.

“I can call HDU for you” Maevie piped up in hopes to help in some form before sliding away from the conversation

An hour or few later Maevie found herself checking on Aisling.

“Aisling, how is the dizziness holding up?” Maevie targeted the patient

“Yeah, yeah, its passing.”

“Mhm okay, your heart rate is coming up. So that’s a good sign. But they do want to keep you in overnight for observations” Maevie knew the patient wasn’t going to enjoy the ending off that sentence

“Is that really necessary? I mean

“They just want to do some tests. Keep an eye on you, see how things go. They are the experts here” Maevie felt great remorse for the women “I understand how nerve-racking and anxiety inducing this must feel for you. But the risks to you from covid, they’re a lot smaller that the risks from the situation you’re actually in. Which could have been really, really serious” Steve approached her sister, catching the ends of Maevie sentence.

Maevie wasn’t lying when she said she understood, because nobody understood the patient more than Maevie ever could.

“You must think I’m pathetic. You probably work in here throughout all of it, didn’t you? My sister said I watch too much news. I know I can’t stay at home forever, it’s just. It’s just, I feel, I feel like I’m broken” Maevie knew that feeling all too well, pushing the emotions to the pit of her stomach she glanced between both the patients’ tearful eyes and her sisters’ glassy ones as Stevie spoke up for, he positions.

“Look. You know you’re doing all the right things. You’re seeing your GP”

“Yeh, but it’s not helping”

“Yeah, but go back, ok? Get them to try something else. You’re not wasting their time. That’s what they’re there for. Seriously, this just takes time. There no magic cure for any of this stuff, unfortunate. I wish there was.”

Maevie silently grabbed her sister’s hand, interlinking them in a silent way to comfort her as she left the room

Stevie found later Maevie by the coffee counter, nursing her second cup off the hour.

“Mels missing” Stevie informed her

“What, I thought she was going to her sisters?”

“She was meant to; nobody can get hold of her”

Maevie just sighed in defeat, she wished things could go right for once.

“I think you’ve had enough off those today, no more” Stevie motioned to the coffee cup in her hands

“Never enough”

“You are cut off, you hear me? C U T O F F.” Stevie spelled out “anyways come on, there was another casualty on that scene today, all hands-on deck for when they arrive”

Maevie followed her movement towards the ED, which was surrounded by people. Not an unusual scene for the department.

Busyness always set panic into Maevie, but now wasn’t the time. She was afraid to mention her sister’s current anxiety was rubbing off on her own, she didn’t want the attain, much rather look out for Stevie. Who was hovering the situation before her like a ghost. Stevie did seem present yet there she was, everything was in a slow-motion form.

“Stevie?” Maevie hands found staves elbow, trying to bring her back to reality.

“Are you okay?”

Dylan approached the pair “Stevie, do you want to go back to cubical?”

Maevie just silent watched as her sister left, torn between following after her or giving her space.

Maevie opted to follow after her, it’s what Stevie would have done for her

She approached her sister but was caught by an incoming patient, glancing at Stevie’s crying form.

Teddy brought Maevie attention away “Maevie? Maevie. Kyle marsh, 24 years old male. Involved in an RTC”

“Right get him over here, ill sort him and grab Stevie”

“He stole a car and hit some gas cylinders at about 20mph. He’s got a laceration on the left side of his face”

“Right and C spine clear?” Maevie Questioned

“Yeah, on the scene”

“Right let’s get him across please.

“Come on. He’s been complaining of pain in his left shoulder query dislocation. obs normal, GCs 15.

“Teddy, may I ask why he has a police escort” Maevie asked masking her nervousness

“Urm, he caused the explosion. Tried to do a runner with a bag of drugs. A big bag. Right, thanks. Going to get on”

Maevie thanked teddy, zoning out towards Stevie. Concern spiking.

“Dr Nash, shall I order an X ray?” Rida brought her back to reality

“Right. Er, yeah, yeah. Please. Thank you. I’ll go find Stevie and inform her”

Maevie found Stevie, her tear-stained face was now dry.

“Stevie?”

Stevie turned at her name before responding

“Right, yeh what do we have?

“Are you okay?” Maevie pondered ignoring her question

“I’m okay kid, don’t worry.” But how could Maevie not.

“Would you asses him for me? I’m just going to” Stevie followed but Maevie just nodded, allowing her to clean herself up

“Let’s take a look at that head shall we”

Maevie could sense something was off about this patient, call it intuition or maybe Maevie could sense her own fate.

Faith was assisting her as they checked over his results, but a glimmer caught Maevie eye.

“Sir- “Maevie began but Stevie was already hot on her tail “he’s got a knife”

“What?” Faith said pulling Maevie back slightly as she was beside his bed

Stevie approached with a job “he’s got a knife! In saw it”

“Uh, what?” The man acted dumb

“Give it to me”

“I haven’t, I swear”

“Stevie” faith began, her arm still holding Maevie

“Wait no I saw something too” Maevie tried stating but faith eyed her like she was crazy, shaking her head motherly. nobody was going to listen.

“Just, just empty your damn pocket, ok? I saw it, I swear” Maevie watched Stevie demand the man as faith pulled Maevie behind Stevie and backing the police away “just give us a bit of space”

Maevie’s head lulled around as Kyle spoke up “what’s the matter with her?’

“Sir, can you just empty your pockets please?” Maevie asked him politely, holding the back off Stevie’s scrubs, scrunching them up

Stevie glanced quickly at her sister, but it was back on Kyle moments later

“Yeh, fine, whatever. This, Yeh?” He stated, pulling out some chewing gum.

“That’s just chewing gum. I can, you can have it if you want, its juicy fruit”

Maevie stared at the man, she knew what she saw, and he knew too.

“Darling, why don’t you take a wee break” faith tried pulling Stevie “I’m fine”

Maevie stood still, because when the sirens sound, she hides under the floors.

Faith turned, noticing Maevie presence “sweetheart, why don’t you go take a few minutes and come back?” Faith spoke calming to the young girl, shed known her nearly her whole life. Maevie was a part of faiths life more than an outsider would think.

Maevie found herself wondering the corridors when she found Charlie

“Hey Evie, you okay kid” he started, noticing her furrowed brows.

Maevie knew he was the one person she could say thing to in the hospital without judgment yet the only words that could follow were “I don’t even know” because truly, she didn’t. Stevie was the one who needed someone to talk to not her

“You know, it’s normal to not know why you feel certain ways. There isn’t always an explanation. Feelings, they can be complicated, sometimes they just show up and take up space. You aren’t broken for not knowing, and you don’t owe anyone clarity” his words sat heavily on her chest, but the moment changed drastically.

Charlie bumped into a man, a box of supplies tumbling to the ground before him. Maevie instantly leant down, collecting the items before it hit her how many pills were boxed. Her eyes rose to the man’s face as Charlie spoke

“Did you take these from the pharmacy?”

It was Kyle.

“Mind your business.”

‘Charlie no- “but Maevie was too late “it IS my business, hand it back”

“This is life and death, ok?”

“Kyle. stop these are life and death” Maevie tried politely but Charlie was much mire stern “yes, your absolute right, its life and death. Some of these drugs aet very hard to get hold of”

A clattering off the boxes across the floor filled the hallway

Maevie heart rate was starting to speed up, something bad was going to happen, the end was near.

Kyle began towards the opposing door, kicking a tray holding the door away before pulling a sharp object. The knife both Stevie and Maevie herself has seen prior. But this time it was in Charlie and Maevie face.

“Pick it up!” Kyle demanded

“Kyle.” Maevie tied to calm the situation “What”

“Pick it up now.” Kyle was clearly agitated

“Really” Charlie said, Maevie held his scrub top from the back. A hobbit shed done way too often today.

“Quickly”

Maevie leant down and began doing so. It was life or death in her eyes. But Charlie pulled her up, pushing her behind him “I’m going to put these back where they belong. If that’s alright with you”

Kyle with a sudden might rammed into Charlie to grab the box, tumbling Maevie down

“Don’t be stupid. Don’t be, how can you be so- “

“Charlie!” Maevie tried to warn him, but the knife plunged into him

Jumping off the floor she ran into Kyle, an attempt to break him free from Charlie

“Maevie, no” Charlie tried as he slid to the floor pained.

Kyle struck by Maevie’s push pulled the knife from Charlie and plunged it into her.

She gasped.it didn’t hurt the way shed expected. The pressure was blunt, like she was being punched from the inside out. Her breath caught between her gasps. Hot fire consumed her soul, her lugs burning with a passion as sharp, broken gasps of air fed her body. Everything felt distant. Blurred. silent. Still. she felt the cold floor as her body gave out.

Maevie closed her eyes, like three clicks and she was home. Back 15 and on the rusted swing set with a 25-year-old Stevie, when all her worries were so small.

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