Escape
A/N: I had to write a snapshot story for english and well, i have a pne track mind so this is what I came up with. (Someone please adopt mystery man!)
Discalimer: I don't own Abby or anyone on ER or NBC, although if I did...
The harsh Chicago air rushes past me as the black Sedan fades away into the dark foggy night. I try to warm myself but the pain shoots through my arms like the bullet they almost shot through my head. I can hear the cacophony of noise surrounding me. The automatic doors, just a few feet away, open and close constantly sounding like thunder. A sense of relief flows through me as I realize that I have escaped my demise. The bright lights of the ambulance bay shine down on me like a beacon of safety. The beacon seems to fade as I contemplate the nights' events. I had not saved CJ, the gang member they said I had to "fix", and they might come back to finish me off. The fear spread to the fact that I have been gone for what seemed to be an eternity. Susan is going to yell at me for taking off earlier. The warm inviting light coming from the doors draws me in, taking me back from the bitter night. I run inside awaiting the penalty for all of my pain.