Calamity
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Abby Lockhart and Neela Rasgotra walked into the ER from the street outside where they had just finished enjoying the savory taste of nice hot chocolate. Usually times in the hospital-especially in the ER- would not allow for them to do such a thing, but this day was uncharacteristically quiet. "Anything exciting happen in the past fifteen minutes?" Abby asked as she walked over to the front desk.
"Scarily no," Samantha Taggart answered honestly as she swung around from the seat behind the front desk. "Nothing's going on."
"Come on now, Sam. You know better than that," Kerry Weaver said with an exhausted sigh. "There's always something here."
"Name something," Abby challenged with a small smile.
Kerry rolled her eyes as she looked at Abby. "Funny," she said dryly. "Sam, go check on that woman who claims she was raped. Neela, go find Lewis and ask her what you should be doing. Abby go check to make sure Ray cleaned up his appearance."
The three females looked amongst one another for a moment before dispersing to go what Weaver had ordered. "And Abby," Kerry called after the doctor had taken a few steps into the emergency room. "I named three," she pointed out with a slightly proud look on her face.
Kerry stopped suddenly as she heard the sound of an ambulance approaching outside. "Abby, stop," she ordered. "The patient out there is yours," she said flatly.
Abby nodded as she turned around on the heel of her black boots and began rushing outside to where the emergency doctors were busy unloading her patient. "What have we got?" she asked as she approached the stretcher.
"Young Caucasian boy," the first emergency technician answered as he and his partner began taking the boy inside. "I'd place his age at about ten or so. Hurt himself during soccer practice."
The young boy looked around at the various hospital staff expectantly as if he were searching for someone. His injuries were mainly contained in his legs and he used his left hand to move parts of his hair out of his face while continuing his apparent search for someone.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Lockhart and you look extremely familiar," Abby began as she approached the young boy.
Alex Taggart groaned as he rolled his eyes in slight annoyance. "I'm Sam's son,"
"Oh," Abby said softly in realization. "Um, Sam?" she called in hopes of attracting the nurse's attention.