I feel the weight

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t was a normal day- as normal as it could get with the current cases skyrocketing and the hours that he spent in the hospital were getting more and more. Naps between surgeries were not doing him any good anymore in which Beau knew it was his time to leave. The safety of others were at risk and with how many deaths that were happening, it hurt mentally more. As a surgeon you knew you couldn’t save them all and you couldn’t get attached but when you called the time of death so many times you could remember each time you looked at the clock, there was something serious going on.



Sliding into his dark car, he laid his head back for a moment as he took a breath to let his mind breath. Counting always helped bring him back to a place of focus- all he had to do was get home. It was one of the first times he wasn’t driving after curfew and with that meant traffic. Patience was one of his virtues but in reality, it just meant it would take him longer to get home. Amber eyes moved open, the light catching the pale hair of his lashes as his eyes stared forward for an unknown amount of time as the birds chirped.



Long digits moved into the pocket of his slacks, wrapping around the keys that sat in the satin fabric. Pulling them out, he slid the key quickly into the car and pulled out of what was really his home. Within moments, he was on the highway with the sounds of NPR humming in the car. Resting his arm on the elbow rest, his eyes flickered forward as he glanced between the cars. A few cars in front and a few to his left were a delivery truck, traffic humming peacefully until it wasn’t.



Slamming on his breaks, Beau clenched his teeth as the flash of the tail lights lined the cars in front of him. A few swerved and soon his SVU came to a halt but his eyes were watching the image of a vehicle landing on its tires after so many rolls. Letting out a curse, Beau threw his door open as many people moved from their cars towards the one that laid in the grass with the smell of smoke coming from one of the cars.



“Don’t move her.” Beau shouted as a couple had made it closer to the car first as his shoes hit the pavement before reaching the grass. Trying to catch his breath, he moved to the side of the vehicle as the adrenaline pumped through his body. Assessing the situation he could see micro lacerations on her face and some on her body. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a small light as someone nearby was on the phone but his eyes focused on the brunette in front of him.



“Ma’am… Ma’am can you hear me?” His words were soft and calm- causing any panic would really make things worse if she was the move too quickly. Gently, digits pulled open her eyes to flash the light to see if any damage to the neurological system signs were present.