Sorry, if the ending is bad.

When Malcolm arrived at the hospital, he quickly parked his car and immediately walked through the hospital. He saw his brother Angus sitting at the desk waving at him, but he just hurried to the operating room. There he quickly pulled on his smock, tied his hair under his medical cap and donned a mask. Then he rushed into the operating room where his team was already waiting. Cliff explained everything to him. Soon the girl was wheeled unconscious into the operating room and it all began.

"Scalpel." Malcolm said, holding out his hand. Cliff nodded and handed it to him. "Swabs." It went on and on. Cliff kept wiping sweat from Malcolm's forehead. The rest of the team took care of the girl's vitals.

"Malcolm!" Steve shouted. "We're going to lose her!" Malcolm turned his head in shock and looked at the vitals.

"Do something! Hurry!" The crew began to run around excitedly. They did everything they could...but the heart line stopped. "NO!" Malcolm screeched, wide-eyed.

*

Angus stood at the desk and yawned. He brushed his wild curls from his face and sighed. Damn, he was tired. He had taken the night shift. Naturally. He was the apprentice too. Angus took a sip of his tea and leaned back in his chair when he suddenly heard loud squeals from people in the waiting room. It was early in the morning, 9 o'clock to be precise. Angus got up and looked down the aisle and started. His big brother ran towards him. He was still wearing the light blue gown he wore during surgery, as well as his gloves. He had taken off everything else. His smock was covered in blood, as were his gloves, and he stumbled toward Angus.

"Malcolm!? Malcolm what the hell is going on?" Angus asked in shock as Malcolm fell to his knees in front of him and clutched him tightly. He cried brokenly and sobbed. Soon Angus's white uniform was soaked in blood.

"I lost her, Ang. I lost her." Malcolm sobbed.

"Whom?"

"The girl." Malcolm whimpered.

*

When Malcolm came home an hour later, he was in a very bad shape. He had washed himself off, but he felt like he could still feel the blood on his skin. Malcolm stumbled into the apartment. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks. God, it was the first patient he'd lost in his career. And dammit, he blamed himself for the girl's death. Malcolm tossed his bag in the corner.

"Bonny?" He croaked. He just wanted his boyfriend to hug him. Shit his heart hurt so bad. He searched for 15 minutes and still couldn't find him. Malcolm sighed and went to the bathroom. His eyes widened as he opened the door. Bon was sitting on the bathroom floor wearing only his underpants, he had a knife in his hand, he had slashed his arms and stabbed his stomach very deeply. There was blood all over the bathroom. Malcolm put a hand over his mouth. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Mal?" Bon whispered, looking at him lazily. Malcolm fell to his knees in front of him and sobbed.

"Why did you do that? Is it because of me?" Malcolm wailed. "I neglected you. God, Bonny. I am so terribly sorry. I am so sorry. That damn job. Damn it." Malcolm pressed a hand to his face and started hitting himself. Bon looked at him worried.

"Mally please calm down." Bon said weakly. He had already lost a lot of blood. "Yes...it...it was because of you." He murmured. "I wanted your attention...I'm sorry..."

"Sh...sh. Do not speak. You mustn't get upset." Malcolm whispered and sniffed. His doctor personality kicked in. He grabbed a towel and pressed it against Bon's abdominal wound. "You mustn't get upset." Malcolm whispered, brushing his hair away from his face. "Everything will be fine, I promise. Everything will be fine. You don't have to be afraid." Bon gave him a weak smile as Malcolm picked him up and carried him to the car with all his strength.

"I'm not afraid." Bon whispered softly. "You're the best surgeon there is, baby." He breathed softly and looked over at him. "You're going to do everything right." Malcolm closed his eyes and stifled a sob. Bon didn't know about the girl.

"Then why did you do that?" He whimpers. Bon stroked Malcolm's cheek.

"Because I've realized that I can only have your attention if I'm one of your patients." Bon said softly. Malcolm sobbed as he started the car and drove towards the hospital.

*

Once at the hospital, Malcolm stormed his lover into the emergency room and placed him on a stretcher. Bon had passed out from blood loss. Malcolm hurriedly wheeled him into an operating room, the surgeon who was on shift, his name was Smith, was already waiting.

"Out." He said to Malcolm. The two didn't get along very well and didn't like each other. Malcolm was now covered in Bon's blood and was looking at him with pursed lips. Cliff stood in the doorway, holding a clean smock for Malcolm, his team behind him.

"He's Bon Scott." Malcolm said clenching his fists.

"I don't care who he is. He's a patient." Malcolm growled angrily. "And your shift is over. As far as I can remember, you let your last patient die two hours ago. Do you want to murder another one?"

"Shut up!" Cliff shouted angrily, defending his friend. "The girl was an accident! When she was brought in here, it was clear that she probably wouldn't make it! Malcolm's a surgeon, not a wizard!" Malcolm swallowed.

"Smith, I don't care what you say, but I'm going to operate on this man now." He growled, pulling on the smock that Cliff had been holding.

"I'm on duty!" Smith called.

"And he's my fucking lover!" Malcolm yelled angrily. "I gave him my virginity, so I'll give him life too! Get the hell outta here!" With that he pushed the other doctor out the door. Cliff chuckled a little while Malcolm's team swarmed around him and set things up. Bon started to move and looked around a bit. Bright light shone in his eyes. "Bonny. Bonny, sh. Sh everything will be fine." Malcolm hummed, looking down at him while holding his hand. His hair was under a medical hood, his face was covered by a mask. Bon had to smile a little. He had never seen his boyfriend like this before. Malcolm's gloved hands gently caressed the back of Bon's hand while the nurses prepared the anesthetic. "Shh Everything will be fine. You don't have to be afraid."

"Malcolm...he lost a lot of blood...and cut his intestines." Cliff whispered in his ear. Malcolm flinched, but continued to stroke Bon's hand.

"Everything will be fine. I'll fix you." He whispered.

"I'm sure you will." Bon smiled a little before falling asleep.

*

The surgery took a long time and was exhausting. Bon was badly injured. Malcolm began to tremble as he tended Bon's intestines. Cliff put a hand on his shoulder and stroked it a little.

"It's my fault, Cliff." Malcolm whispered as he tried to keep his hands from shaking. Tears started rolling down his cheeks. "He did that because he said the only way to be with me was to be my patient." Cliff bit his lip. That was really bad. He dabbed at the sweat from Malcolm's forehead and at the same time the tears on his cheeks. "I...I can't do this, Cliff." Malcolm sobbed, pulling his bloody hands back. "He...he'll...just like the girl...I can't do this..." Malcolm cried.

"Hey. Stop it." Cliff said seriously. "The girl wasn't your fault. You did your best. That's part of your job. That you can't help everyone. But Bon you can help. So pull yourself together and help him. And when he's healed, you'll sit down and sort this out." Malcolm nodded and took a deep breath. Cliff gave his shoulders a quick massage before the younger continued.

*

The next day when Bon woke up, the first thing he smelled was disinfectant. It stung his nose badly. He weakly opened his eyes. He was in a very bright white room, lying on an even comfortable bed. He turned his head weakly to the side and saw Malcolm. His boyfriend was sitting in a chair, his head was resting on Bon's upper arm and his eyes were closed. Bon realized that the younger one was sleeping. He raised his head a little and looked down at himself. He was wearing a hospital gown. A blood transfusion was in the crook of his arm, as was an IV. There was also a bracelet on his arm that had his dates written on it. He raised his hand and looked at the bracelet.

Ronald Belford Scott

Blood group: AB+

Responsible doctor: Dr. Malcolm M. Young

Bon smiled a little as he read his boyfriend's name. God he was so proud of him. Sometimes he just couldn't believe that his little one was a doctor. When Bon turned his head back, he saw that Malcolm was awake. His eyes were red with tears and he looked at him sleepily.

"Bonny." He croaked, his voice hoarse. "You're awake. How are you?" Bon swallowed a little and smiled.

"I'm fine." He said softly. "I had a very good doctor." Malcolm smiled weakly and closed his eyes. A small tear ran down his cheek.

"I'm not a good doctor." He breathed. Bon looked at him for a long time.

"What do you mean?" He asked quietly.

"The girl..." Malcolm swallowed. "I lost it." Bon's eyes widened.

"That...the girl you had to leave for?" He breathed weakly. Malcolm closed his eyes and nodded. A tear spilled his cheek.

"God, I...I couldn't believe it. And I...when I got home I felt so bad." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I was so sad and depressed and I...I just wanted you to comfort me." Tears continued to flow down his cheeks. Much stronger this time. "And then... and then..."

"Then you found me in the bathroom..." Breathed Bon. Malcolm nodded and sobbed weakly. "God...baby...I had no idea. I'm so terribly sorry." Malcolm sobbed.

"It's my fault. I neglected you because of my job. I should never have done that." Malcolm swallowed hard. "I'm so terribly sorry that you had to hurt yourself so badly for me to notice." He reached for Bon's hand and gripped it tightly and with all his strength. "God, I'm so terribly sorry." He sobbed and whimpered. Bon reached out and brushed the tears from his cheeks.

"It's not your fault. Yes, I missed you very much, but...it wasn't your fault." Bon kissed him softly. "I'll be fine."

"You will have scars." Malcolm said quietly. "I...I did my best. I swear to you, Bonny. I've tried everything but...you cut very deep." Malcolm bowed his head.

"I don't care, Malcolm. I love you." They kissed deeply. It was full of passion and they just couldn't stop. It didn't take long and Malcolm was sitting on the bed on Bon's lap. They kissed and hugged each other's bodies. Bon stroked Malcolm's hair. "Let's...let's pick up where we left off on our last night." He gasped, staring deep into Malcolm's eyes.

"You're hurt, you need to rest, you need to..." Malcolm trailed off as Bon began to suck on his neck and undo his pants. He slid them down Malcolm's legs, as did his underpants. They both got very aggressive. Bon pressed his hands into Malcolm's butt and held him tightly in his hand. Massaged the firm flesh under his hands and gave him a little smack. Malcolm gasped as Bon pushed his hospital gown up and the tip of his cock found Malcolm's entrance. And once again he slipped inside. Malcolm threw his head back and screeched. Bon grinned as his boyfriend started bouncing on him.

"I love you." Bon hummed as he felt Malcolm around him, gripping his slender thighs tightly in his hands and just enjoying it. Malcolm was a sweating mess on top of him, his head thrown back, panting and moaning loudly. Bon eyed his beauty in minute detail until they both came whimpering. Malcolm on his stomach and Bon inside him.

"I love you." Malcolm began to sob again. "I love you so much. Please don't ever do this to me again." Bon giggled as Malcolm crawled under the covers next to him, half-naked, and snuggled up to him. They lay next to each other for a while, panting to themselves.

"What do you think of us forming a band?" Bon then asked quietly. Malcolm lifted his head and kissed him hard.

"I'd like that." He said softly.

"But you will always be my little surgeon." Said the singer and kissed him firmly.

"Never do that again. I was so scared for you." Malcolm whimpered through tears in his eyes.

"I have no reason to, Malcolm." Bon kissed his forehead. "I have no reason to."

THE END;)