Heat
A/N: Okay, it's a lame title, I know, and if anyone could think of a better one, I'd appreciate it. I don't know where the idea for this fic came from… it just came. I am into writing ER fics at the moment, and everyone knows pain is my specialist subject, so no surprises there :P
Things you should know before reading: Set in Season 11, but like an alternate world. Basically, Lucy is still alive (and she's now a last year resident! woot!). Elizabeth has left, as she has in the show, and Neela, Ray and Morris never came. Sam did though (of course!). Other than that… it's pretty much the same, but with some of my own added in characters of course! Hopefully this isn't too far-fetched and fast moving! Sorry if it is…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not a sausage. Except of course any characters you don't recognize.
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"Carter? Susan needs you in Trauma two!" Sam yelled, making her way over there, slinging her stethoscope loosely around her neck.
"The RTC?"
She nodded. Following, Carter pushed through the doors and into the Trauma room where Luka was frantically trying to resuscitate a little girl, whilst Susan fitted a tube down the mother, her husband watching close by, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Can someone please get him out of here?"
Nodding towards Susan, Lydia showed the man, who was begging her to let him stay, towards the family room. Within moments, she was back in the room. Meanwhile, Luka was frantically pounding on the 6 year old's chest.
"She's got a rhythm" Sam acknowledged,
Carter left his patient for a moment to talk to Luka, "Hey Luka, got any spare clamps? Susan's goin' in,"
Luka gestured towards a tray of which there were two sets of clamps. As quickly as possible, Carter took the clamps and headed back towards Susan, whom he handed them to. Mrs. Janney was bleeding internally from where the end of a pair of scissors had punctured her chest.
"What on earth was she doing with scissors in a car?" Carter wondered, observing Susan's work.
Susan groaned, beginning to sew the puncture, "She was cutting out something for her daughter," She turned to Carter, "Could you call Dubenko please? Tell him it's urgent,"
Next door, Liliana Janney was stable, and ready to be moved. Happy with the situation, and with the orders he'd given Sam, Luka discarded his gloves, before pushing open the swing doors and exiting Trauma Two.
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"You stupid girl, whatcha think you're doin' to me?" The patient sucked his teeth at Lucy.
She sighed, taking her hand away from the mark on the man's arm, "Mr. Truman, I'm only trying to help. Now if you could tell me where you got that bruise…"
"I don't have to tell you nuttin!"
Dr. Knight rolled her eyes, picking up the man's charts. How he expected her to treat him when he wouldn't even let her touch him, she did not know. Not like he'd been forced to come and wait for 4 hours in the waiting room.
"Fine then, in that case I'll get your medication and you're free to be discharged,"
He shook his head, "Well it's about time!"
Dropping her gloves into the trash, Lucy slipped a strand of hair back behind her ear, and strolled toward the board. She rubbed off Mr. Truman's name, and grabbed him a discharge form, before turning to Lydia and Chuny who were busy gossiping.
"Chuny, have you got time to go the meds cupboard for me?"
Chuny shrugged, "Why not? It's my job after all,"
Lucy was just about to explain which medication she needed the nurse to get her, when she was interrupted by Abby, Pratt and a couple of new interns running from the family room, screaming and shouting. There was no time for her to ask what was up, as she soon found out when she saw the huge clouds of smoke following them. No smoke without fire, Lucy heard Dubenko's words come to her head.
"EVERYONE RUN, THERE'S GOING TO BE AN…" Abby was stopped by a huge ground-shaking bang as bits of door flew everywhere, and the air filled with people's screams and coughing.
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Sam clutched at Luka's hand as he lay motionless on the floor in Trauma 1, his face slightly blackened by the blast. Silent tears rolled off of her cheeks, as she coughed and spluttered through the clouds of black smoke filling the room. Though the swing doors were quite thick, a gust of wind could easily blow them apart enough for the flames to seep though and out into the corridor.
"Luka?" She found herself in such a position that she could not move from his side, her leg wedged firmly under the trolley of supplies which she had been stood at when the explosion started in the room next door.
"Oh god, Luka, please…"
She'd been sorting through the trolley, finding something (she honestly couldn't remember what) which Susan needed for the RTC passenger when Luka had come in, wrapping his arms round her. Even as she swatted him away, he continued to kiss the back of her head, and then… well she couldn't remember exactly, except for a huge army of flames quickly slipping their way across the room. It would not be long before they would be hungrily licking over Luka and Sam.
"Sam?"
Luka's eyes fluttered open, as he saw Sam's blurry figure leant over him. He looked around the room, dazed, and saw that they were alone except from large pieces of debris blocking the door. He managed a sigh before letting out a string of coughing.
"Are you okay?" She lifted her head from his chest, a look of relief in her eyes.
"Ummm,"
Sam nodded, feeling the tears prick her eyes again. The curtain of smoke surrounded them now, causing each other to be the only thing visible in the room. She guessed the fire had probably spread across to Trauma 1 if it hadn't before, and it seemed only a matter of time before they were either rescued or knocked unconscious.
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"The source of the explosion has not yet been identified, but reports are saying that it is mostly just one area of the Emergency Room which is damaged, and they are currently bringing out many patients and staff who are completely un-touched by the fire and just in shock. Rumour is that the fire could have been the result of an argument between one of the doctor's and their patient. When we get more news, you will be first to know. This is Heather Charlton, reporting from County General Hospital, Chicago,"
It was a lot to take in, at least 30 reporters and their vans parked all across the outside of the hospital, and the entire staff and patients, or at least as many people as they could evacuate from the building, were filling the car lot, making their way out of the danger area. The windows were blacked out by huge clouds of smoke, and it was uncertain exactly how many people were trapped inside.
"Where's Susan?" Chuck Brown asked one of the nurses, a panicked look on his face, "Where's my wife?"
"I don't know, I really wish I did," Haleh sighed, just stopping herself from breaking down.
There was nothing anyone could do, except wait for the fire-fighters to make their way through the hospital and find the remaining staff, and no-one knew how long that could take. The explosion was a reasonably large one, and if anyone had been in the same room, it was very unlikely they would be alive even if the fire-fighters did find them. Nobody knew what had started it, and nobody even knew where it had started.
To Be Continued…