690. Chapter 690

She argues the entire way to the hospital.

Of course she does.

Because it’s just a little bullet wound, and it’s just a little blood, and the job isn’t done, and she’s fine, really, if she could just –

But the woman who listens intently as the EMTs report her condition on the way out of the ambulance is the most beautiful woman Maggie’s ever seen.

And it shuts her up.

For a moment.

“I’m really okay, my partner just overreacted and – “

“No, Ms. Sawyer – “ The surgeon – the gorgeous, god, beyond beautiful surgeon – who’s got her eyes half on Maggie’s chart and half on her bare torso, pauses and chews the inside of her cheek for a moment, her eyes sweeping to the badge still at Maggie’s hip – “Detective Sawyer, excuse me – your partner really didn’t overreact. This much blood loss, I’m surprised you haven’t gone into shock yet.”

“I’m tougher than I look,” Maggie tries to grin before trying to smack her groaning work partner as he rolls his eyes at her terrible flirting.

The surgeon just raises an eyebrow and calls out some gibberish that Maggie supposes is English, but doctor-English. Sexy doctor English.

“I’m Alex, Detective Sawyer – “

“Maggie’s fine,” she answers hastily, even as she feels her arms being prodded with IVs.

She thinks she detects the ghost of a grin on the woman’s face. On Alex’s face.

“I’m Alex, Maggie. And I’m going to need to go in and get this bullet out for you. I know they already asked you these things in the ambulance, but I’m going to ask you again, alright?”

Maggie answers her questions about allergies and medical history and on and on as best she can, even as she feels herself slipping, as she feels herself surrendering to the pull of the pain and of the pain meds.

“You’re really beautiful,” she thinks she murmurs as she finally passes out, and she definitely thinks her surgeon – Alex – smiles this time.

When she comes to, it’s to the steady beeping of a monitor instead of the rush of the ER.

When she comes to, a woman with Dr. Alex Danvers stitched in script on her white coat is writing something on her chart.

Maggie must stir, because Alex meets her eyes almost immediately.

“You’re awake,” she smiles, and Maggie’s definitely not imagining it this time. “How do you feel?”

“Depends. Is there steel lodged in my body?”

Alex chuckles and shakes her head, and Maggie wonders deliriously what her lips taste like.

“I’m better at my job than that,” she tells her, and Maggie tries to swallow, but finds that her mouth is too dry.

“Here,” Alex rushes to put down her chart, reaching for the water and straw by Maggie’s bedside before holding it gently to her lips.

Maggie’s not accustomed to being fed – mainly because it’s not something she’s ever allowed, even with partners – but she finds it easy to let this Alex Danvers woman give her water.

It’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

“Thank you,” she whispers when she doesn’t think she can handle any more.

Alex smiles, and there’s something stirring in the way she watches Maggie’s tongue flit out to catch a stray water droplet on her bottom lip, but then it’s gone, and then her back is straight and her tone is professional.

“I’ll have one of my residents come in soon to give you more information about the surgery, the recovery, all that. And you have quite the police squad in the waiting room for you; you seem to have quite the support system. That’ll be good for your recovery.”

Maggie wants to tell Alex that she’ll be good for her recovery. That taking her on a date would be good for her recovery.

And she’s high on pain meds.

So she does.

Alex blushes and stammers and it is the most precious thing Maggie has ever seen.

“Come back. When you’re all better. When I’m not your surgeon any more, and when I haven’t just been inside you – damnit. I… it… I never do this right… Come back. If you still want to. If you even remember. Alright?”

“I’d never forget you, Dr. Alex Danvers,” Maggie promises, and Alex is skeptical, but she smiles and blushes and fidgets and blushes some more.

And, true to her word, Maggie comes back – this time, with flowers instead of a GSW – and takes her on the best date of her life.