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Ravi doesn't like this.
Watching May be uncomfortable.
But this is one of her colleagues.
He can't be involved where he's not wanted.
She said she would handle it.
Ravi knows he needs to let her handle it her way.
If she wants his help, May will ask.
But they're not even supposed to stay here once they drop patients off. Except, this one asked us too. It was a car accident, nothing major happened, but she was woozy and waiting for her partner. Chim, Eddie, and Hen ended up helping with three patients as soon as they came in, so they stayed.
"Don't worry, it's on record that we don't like this," says Harry as he stands next to Ravi, watching May deal with a touchy, rude colleague while helping one of the people they drove here.
"Good because if this goes on any longer, I'm going to piss off my girlfriend," grumbles Ravi as he glares at a hand that has landed suspiciously low on May's back.
"You should," replies Harry in a low tone that's all angry agreement.
"Tell me someone's going to get that hand before it goes any lower," Buck's voice is dark, and Ravi takes a step forward, watching closer.
But May twists away from the guy and moves around to the other side of the bed without a word. So, Ravi steps back again, except their eyes meet.
"Ravi, can you come help me with this please?" calls May with a soft voice, and Ravi walks over without a second thought. "I need you to hold this while I try to find a vein."
"Of course," murmurs Ravi as he takes the IV and the bottles that May will need in a few moments.
"Thank you," May's voice is still louder than it needs to be, clearly driving a point home. "I appreciate you doing something that isn't your job seeing as I don't have a proper partner in here."
"Hey, I'm supposed to be watching over you and helping where it's needed," the guy across the bed is huffing in pure irritation, but Ravi snorts because May glares at him as he carefully wipes the woman's arm. "I don't know why you're snorting over there. You couldn't do this job."
"I don't—" Ravi goes to speak, irritation sparking in his chest.
"Excuse you?" May's voice interrupts him, and when he looks at her, the glare twisting her face is malicious. "He could do this job, but you sure as hell couldn't do his. Did you miss the shirt he's wearing? Could you run into burning buildings every day? Could you deal with pile-ups? Could you handle natural disasters and the panic that comes with it? No, ya couldn't. So keep your mouth shut before I make sure it stays shut whether you'd like it to or not, Morgue."
"Whatever," huffs Morgue as he rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed but taking her words as the threat they are. "But you know I'm right."
"No one, named Morgue, could be right," replies May with a snort that's meant to sound as harsh as it does.
"Morgue?" whispers Ravi as his brows furrow.
He's heard about the nicknames.
May has brought several home with stories and pure amusement.
But who the hell could earn the nickname "Morgue" at a hospital?
"I'll explain later," snorts May as she finishes setting up the IV and quickly gets the blood she needs for the tests. Once everything's settled, the patient, who'd been squeezing her eyes shut because of her fear of needles, relaxes as she rests a hand on her shoulder. "All good, hon. I'll be by to check on you in a few minutes, but the medicine should be working. The doctor will check over those ribs in ten minutes too."
"Thank you," the woman's voice is small as her eyes open slowly. "But can I speak to whoever your boss is?"
"Yeah, of course, give me just a minute to go find him," Morgue says it victoriously, like he thinks what's about to happen will spill in his favor.
Then he disappears, and the woman's brows bunch together as she looks between May and Ravi and asks, "Does he think I'm doing this to report you after what he was doing?"
"Probably," sighs May as she rolls her eyes. "It's no big deal though. I'm going to go get this into the system, and I will be back shortly."
"I gotta get back to the team. Eddie and Hen had already come back when you called for me," murmurs Ravi softly as he gives the patient a gentle smile. "I hope everything gets better for you, ma'am."
"See you for coffee in two hours?" asks May as she leans into him, soft smile curving her lips.
"Two hours, and your favorite bench out there," replies Ravi with a smile as he presses a kiss to her temple. "Keep me updated, and I can come back if you need me to."
"I always do," says May as she leans up to kiss his cheek before they separate. "See you soon, Baby!"
"Soon, Doll," calls Ravi over his shoulder as he walks back to where their family aren't hiding their amusement at all. "If you tease me all the way back to the station, the group chat screenshots get sent to your mom, partners, sisters, and/or family."
"That is a rude threat," huffs Chimney even as he chuckles.
"But it'll work," replies Ravi knowingly as he leads them out of the hospital with a half-smirk.
Commotion follows him as Buck and Eddie try to argue that it doesn't work for them, but Ravi reminds them that he has more phone numbers than they think he does.
He can't wait to hear what happens to Morgue, and eventually, the story of how that man got nicknamed Morgue. But for now, Ravi climbs into the firetruck and settles into his seat because he only has two hours left before he gets to go see May during their small break for their split shifts.