Lucy sat there, crouched in the corner of the bathroom stall, crying. She lay still for a second, unlocked the lock on the stall door, and walked out to find half of the nurses standing there, with their arms crossed.

"We were wondering when you'd get out," Carol spoke, smiling. "Tissue?"

Lucy tried to laugh a bit as she took the tissue from Carol's hand. Trying to, however, just made her cry more. The nurses came around, encircled her, and gave her a giant hug. They all looked so sympathetic.

"What's wrong, Lucy?" asked Lydia.

"Nothing," she sniffed.

"Whatever, but you know, it's not nice to lie to the nurses," clucked Haleh.

They all shuffled out of the bathroom as Lucy brought the tissue up to her nose. She blew her nose before tossing the tissue into the trash can. She sniffed and glanced in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot and her nose was a flourishing pink.

She held her stethoscope in her hand before setting it down on the sink. She turned the cold water faucet and splashed some of the water onto her face. Some loose strands of blonde hair got a bit damp, but that was okay. She grabbed her stethoscope and hung it loosely on her shoulders. She'd have to talk to Dr. Greene.

"Lucy. I've been looking for you," stated Carter, sighs of relief obvious in his tone. "I thought you were going to check on your patient in Exam 2."

"Right! I knew that!" she cried suddenly, before thudding her head against the nearest table. "I'm an idiot!"

"No you're not," he replied. "You are my superior Med. Student."

"Stop praising me, Dr. Carter. You're scaring me. Plus, that's not very much praise considering I'm your only Med. Student," she sighed, unhappily.

She grabbed her clipboard and she walked off down the hallway. "Check on your patient before checking in with me!" he yelled, taking the gesture she gave as a signal she understood.

Lucy walked down the hallway. "Geez, do hospitals always smell this bad? I never noticed that before," she remarked, aloud, sniffing the air.

"Well, I'm glad you've noticed that hospitals have a strange", Elizabeth paused, searching her mind for the right word to match the sarcastic tone. "Aroma."

"I wouldn't exactly call it an aroma. It's not exactly the nicest scent in the world," Lucy answered, chuckling.

"Wow. You laughed. I didn't think you'd laugh at all today. Nice job, Liz!" cried Carol, excitedly.

"Liz?" Elizabeth repeated. "Since when do you call me Liz?"

"You don't like the name?" Carol asked, sounding deeply hurt.

"Um, it's not that. I was just taken aback by the sincerity of it!" she replied quickly. "I have a trauma with Robert. So, if you'll excuse me."

"I have to check on a patient in Exam 2. See you, guys," Lucy greeted, walking off.

As the "good-byes" chorused in from the nurses, Lucy smiled lightly before continuing to walk. As she walked, she accidentally careened into a gurney, causing her hip to have quite a large cut on it. She groaned in pain.

"I'll suture that for you. C'mere," replied a voice.

"Thanks, whoever you are," she murmured to herself.

"Tsk, such a shame that you forgot your teacher's name," he contradicted.

"Dr. Carter?!" she yelled, in surprise, jerking with a sudden movement. "Ow."

"Don't move," he ordered.

She sat with her back straight, not making a move, being as still as a statue. Carter eyed her up and down. She didn't appear to be uncomfortable, or breathing, or blinking. Had this girl been a gargoyle before or what?

"Lucy, you know, you can breathe and blink, just warn me before you make sudden movements, okay?"

She heaved a long breath. She had been holding in that breath for a while now, apparently and she slouched, which apparently was a comfortable position. He finished doing her sutures and she got up and started to walk again. "Thanks, Dr. Carter!" she called as she walked off.

He nodded quickly and walked out. She walked into the exam room and slid the curtain to shield the room off. He glanced around nervously. "Are you a doctor?" he asked, unsurely.

"I'm your doctor today. Now, what's the problem?" she asked, professionally.

"The problem is that I'm having chest pains, Doctor," he enunciated the label as it were a poisonous word.

"Haleh, get a chest film for me, would you?" she asked.

"Sure."

"A chest film?" he asked, inquisitively.

"It's an X-ray of your chest so we can see what's going on," she explained, slowly.

"Oh. Doctor, come with me a second," he commanded.

She tried to protest, but he had grasped her arm so fiercely that she humored him and started to walk with him. He walked to a nearby closet and he walked her in. Suddenly, he let go of her arm and he raced around and slammed and locked the door. He gave a quick cackle.

He dug through his jean pocket and found a book of matches. He slowly removed one and he struck it against the wooden door and he threw it down by the door. The door soon caught fire as Lucy frantically tried to claw her way out. There wasn't even a window in this closet! He laughed piteously. "I'm so sorry, Miss Knight, but I can't have you alive."

The fire lit all the other junk in the room and Lucy just sat herself down in the corner and repeated a prayer over and over again, trying to console herself to realize that her death, hopefully, would not be a lasting and painful one. The fire had caught on to other parts of the room, however, and soon the door leading to the hallway was caught on fire too. By then, the patient had already been discharged.

"FIRE!" shrieked a patient, panicking. Shrieks and screams erupted all around her and soon, there was a violent stampede toward the exits. Soon, the fire had raged to the main section of the hospital, the admin desk. As Kerry tried to calmly evacuate the patients, some of the doctors nearly got run over.

"Everyone stay here!" Kerry screamed. "We have to count the number of people who are here to see if we have all of you!"

"It doesn't matter! Just let us leave!" yelled a patient.

"NO!" Kerry retorted. "It does matter. It makes a difference whether you, yourself, live or die. But you don't care about anyone else! Well, doctors do! Why do you think we chose a career of medicine?!"

The patient bit his lip nervously. He placed his hands down at his sides and he heaved a long sigh. "Fine," he mumbled.

"Hey! Abby! You seen Lucy?" cried Kerry. "She's the only one on my list who's missing!"

"Um, I think her patient was discharged. She was in Exam 2, last I heard," answered Abby, scratching her head thoughtfully.

"Thanks!" Kerry gratifyingly replied. "Where the hell could she be?!"

"I heard someone yell for help inside the supply closet but the door was locked shut and I didn't know how to unlock it!" yelled a patient.

"Thanks! That's a lot of help!" yelled Carter, removing his stethoscope and lab coat and handing them to Kerry. "Take those if I don't return."

"You sound like Robin Hood, Carter. Return? Return from where?" she asked, cocking her one eyebrow up inquisitively.

"I'm going inside to get her," he answered, tying his shoelaces extra tight.

"No you're not," she argued.

He was already walking off toward the hospital. He entered through the sliding Emergency Room doors and noticed that the admit desk was enveloped by a wall of smoke. He pushed open the door and all this heated air met his cool face. His eyes disliked the smoke, however, and began to water. He rubbed his eyes, irritably, and he continued on.

"Exam 2!" he repetitively yelled to himself.

He finally reached Exam Room 2, after a lot of searching throughout all the smoke. The wall of clouds felt like someone was constricting his air passages. He felt that the door was warm and he kicked it instead of opening it with his hand. The flames spouted up and burned part of his leg. Groaning in pain, he leaped through the flames heroically. He came across the supply closet the patient had mentioned earlier. He tried to open the door but the doorknob was scalding hot and it was locked. He backed up a few inches and he kicked at the lock. He tried the doorknob again, though it was scalding hot, it still didn't open. Grunting in frustration, he kicked at it again. He tried the scalding doorknob again. It still didn't open. He kept kicking at the lock and the door soon gave way. He walked quickly and he found Lucy huddled in a corner. He placed his two fingers on her wrist. She had a weak pulse, but had stopped breathing. He performed CPR and got her breathing again. He picked her up in his arms and leaped over the flames that had burned higher now that it had another piece of flammable material to feed on. The entrance that he had used before had been blocked off by a smoldering section of debris and flame.

"There's a window," he pondered. He shirked the thought away but as he started to cough heavily, it suddenly came to him that it was his only and last chance. He tore some fabric from the window curtain, which had not burned yet, and wrapped it around his hand and punched his hand through the glass. He lowered Lucy slowly down before cutting his arms on the jagged glass. He leaped from the window and landed on the ground with a thud.

"Carter!" cried Carol, worriedly.

"Oh my God! He has Lucy in his arms!" Kerry gasped out.

The whole staff rushed over to find both in critical condition. Carter had third-degree and second-degree burns on his legs and his hands. He also had large gashes where the glass had cut him and his breathing was shallow. Lucy had a weak pulse and shallow breathing. They tried very hard to save them.

"Dr. Corday!" cried a panicked Abby. "Carter's going into v-fib!"

"Oh, Lord!" she mumbled to herself. "No! We're not going to lose a great doctor!"