Rebelcaptain prompt: Surgeon!Cassian and Police officers Jyn and Bodhi, Jyn majorly hurt while Cassian is on duty

dracosollicitus:

“Earth to Doctor Andor.” 

Cassian looks up from where he’s been tapping his fingers against his clipboard, trying to figure out the best technique for the surgery he has a consultation appointment for in the AM; Dr. Draven, the attending, is going to expect him to have something. 

He finds Skywalker smiling at him peacefully, his farmboy good looks making him look a decade younger than his 27 years. He’s only three years older than the kid, but he feels particularly ancient when they stand next to each other.

“What did you need, Luke?”

“I was going to ask if you’d eaten dinner, but you took to long to respond, so I already started eating.” He holds up a granola bar and smiles as he munches away, and Cassian rolls his eyes with a snort.

“That’s not food, kid.”

“I’m not a kid.” Luke pouts at him, the chocolate from the bar smeared slightly on his lower lip. Cassian points it out, and Luke wipes it away with the back of his hand before taking another chomp. Luke is and isn’t a kid, to be fair – he graduated from medical school at 20, a veritable prodigy in the field (and Cassian still isn’t sure if helps or hurts that he’s the son of Anakin Skywalker, the greatest cardiothoracic surgeon in history, who ironically turned to substance abuse after his wife suffered from takotsubo cadriomyopathy, or a broken heart, after a car crash forced her into early labor 27 years ago).

“Do you maybe want to get real food?” Cassian asks, setting his clipboard down on the desk in the office, and Luke brightens considerably. 

At that exact moment, Dr. Malbus sprints past, heading for the ambulance bay. “Bus coming! Let’s go, kids!’

“Yes sir!” Luke shouts, running after him. 

“How come he can call you kid?” Cassian asks good-naturedly as he runs alongside Skywalker.

“Because it’s Doctor Malbus,” Luke laughs. “You try telling him not to call you something.”

They careen through Trauma, and out the bay doors. The siren wails as it grows closer, and Luke and Cassian jostle each other as they push past the interns. 

“What do we have, Malbus?” Cassian asks, craning his neck to see the bus approach. His typical sense of duty and focus washes over him, preparing him for whatever horror is going to come out of the back of the bus.

“Two different patients,” Malbus reports, not looking over. He barks an order at an intern to go tell the other attending, Dr. Mothma, to prep the OR. “One male with a head injury, the other a female with a GSW to the torso.”

“Jesus,” Cassian shakes his head. “Unlucky bystanders?”

“No.” Malbus is obviously trying to remain calm, his broad shoulders tense as the ambulance pulls up in front of them. “Police officers.”

Something cold settles in Cassian’s stomach, but he forces it away. How many police officers are in Coruscant? Thousands? 

He can’t focus though, and his vision blurs slightly as Malbus jumps up to help the EMT pull the first victim out –

It’s Bodhi.

Bodhi Rook.

“Cassian.” Luke grips his arm with an intensity that would be frightening, if Cassian wasn’t elsewhere, if his attention weren’t locked on the other ambulance, now backing up quickly towards them. “Cass, that’s-”

He still doesn’t move, his feet frozen, and Malbus pushes Bodhi along in the gurney. The officer looks up, dazed, blood trickling from under his hair and reaches out to them slowly. “What? L-Luke? C-Cass?” Luke leans forward, all professionalism forgotten, as he clasps Bodhi’s shaking hand.

“Don’t worry, Bo, we got you,” Luke promises, blue eyes filled with sudden tears at the sight of the person he’s carried a torch for – for years – on the gurney. 

“No, don’t worry about me,” Bodhi mumbles. He sits up, and a few interns are there to gently hold him down, but Bodhi starts to thrash against them. “N-no – no! No, Jyn! Where’s Jyn? Where’s-”

“Get him inside!” Malbus barks, as the doors to the other ambulance are thrown open. Cassian can’t take his eyes off of Bodhi, who looks up at him with an intense fear that he understands all too well.

“You have to help her,” Bodhi pleads, and Cassian still can’t move, too numb, too –

Bodhi’s rolled away to make room for the next gurney, and Cassian forces himself to look, to confirm that this is really happening and –

He collapses against Richard, the clumsy intern finally finding a way to be useful, when he sees the brown hair braided back from a too-still, too-grey face, when he sees the leather jacket already cut away to reveal – 

“Andor? Andor, are you with us?” Malbus is there, shaking him, and Cassian can’t answer. 

He can’t explain that he knows this woman, that he knows what she looks like in his bed, laughing and teasing him as he gets up to make her breakfast.

Malbus shakes him one last time as she rolls past them, and Cassian steels himself, the cold air of the bay feeling a thousand miles away – and then he runs in after her, telling himself that Jyn Erso is a fighter. She’ll survive this. She has to. 

They haven’t even had their second date yet.