Don't own ER. Down own Characters. I own myself and my other half. Most of the time.
I'm Zea, great and powerful goddess of union. My dearly beloved other half Drean, the god of union is out doing the god thing. I don't go for that sort of thing most of the time. You see, we lived two lives in the physical realm and then when we finally joined each other in the ethereal realm for the second time we were met with a surprise. We were offered, by no other than the top dog himself, the opportunity to become gods. So we did.
So when Drean is doing all this, I'm spending my time doing the thing that I love. Watching the pathetic lives of other people.
So I was watching TV the other day, and I was met by this dilemma. Now, as it is my job to help out with the feeble love lives of others, (Although technically that's Jen's job. She's the goddess of love. I'm supposed to deal with the general union of people.) I generally tend to get obsessed with one particular case and not let it drop until I get my way! And I was watching the lives of a particular place in Chicago in America. Yes, I'm betting by the category that this story is in that you might just have a clue where I'm talking about. Ahem. So I have been watching this place for months, and I figured that perhaps it would be entertaining to see if situations resolved themselves. In fact, I almost turned back the clock when Romano's arm got sliced off, but then I decided to give fate the benefit of the doubt, and see how he managed to cope without it. Then Kovac flitted off to Africa and nearly died, Carter left Abby and Corday's new bloke turned out to be a prick. So, I was contemplating influencing things a little when disaster struck. After watching another painful scene of angsty Romano stuff with a panic attack on the roof and then disaster strikes. As well as blowing out half of the hospital in it's path, this bloody helicopter crashes down smack bang on top of Romano. Now that's not very nice. In fact, I wasn't just a little shocked, I was actually traumatised by the whole thing. So much so that I clicked my still shaking fingers and threw events back before you could say 'helicopter'.
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Woah. Lights, noise- cars, ambulances, people, (Am I dressed right?) then… okay, there he is. (I'm staying right out of sight and if my calculations are correct… Oh yeah, there's the bang, a few screams and then… here it is, the big 'Nooooo!' scream. That's my cue. This is my plan, which should go to plan. (Let's face it, if it doesn't, I'll just try again.) I ram myself into a passing citizen and send her flying under the falling helicopter and straight into the paralysed surgeon. Plenty hard enough to knock them both out of harms way by the way. (I hope I didn't give the woman concussion. :-s) And then…
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I'm off to enjoy the show folks, and I suggest you do too. I'm not going to interfere any more. Ahem. No, really. I'm not! Hold onto your hats, you're back in the real world.
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Robert saw the flaming metallic bomb falling from the sky, rotary blades still spinning slowly and morbidly. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, all could do was scream for all that it would do. The next thing the knew he was flying backwards under some anonymous weight. He remembered throwing his hands up in front of his face, falling back and suddenly feeling the immense heat that was the fireball, and then the powerful shock wave that sent him flying back like an invisible force that knocked him over like a dandelion clock in spring.
After the crash, the ER emptied itself of doctors and nurses pretty quickly. On their orders, they headed for casualties closest to the helicopter, and chaos reined on the street scene.
(THESE EVENTS HAPPEN JUST AS THEY DID IN FREEFALL)
"Hold the elevator!" Abby yelled through the chaos of the ER, her voice coarse because she had been shouting, yelling and downright screaming to get people to listen to her. She used the gurney as a battering ram, forcing her way through to the elevator. The reason for this was that she had to get her unconscious patient to surgery, and as her patient was Robert Romano, she wasn't taking any risks by missing the elevator because she felt sure he was prepared to die in her charge just to spite her.
"Surgery?" In the elevator was a doctor she had not seen before, and judging by her ID tag that was because she was from the maternity ward.
"Yes, thank you," Abby said breathlessly, tapping her fingers on the handle of the gurney impatiently,
"Isn't that…?"
"Yeah." Abby muttered, "Thanks." She sped out of the elevator towards the OR. She heard a comment over her shoulder about not having much luck with helicopters. "Ooo, if you don't die you'd better pass me for this." She said to the unconscious man in front of her.
From the looks of the OR, they had had as much trouble as the rest of the hospital. The wall furthest from Abby was completely blown out, taking half of one of the theatres with it. She would have sighed if she could spare the time. The OR was in as much chaos as downstairs. She grabbed the nearest surgeon,
"Clarke," She caught his arm, indicating the gurney, "Little help?"
It was as if the OR suddenly started working in her favour. Clarke alerted a surgeon and he and Abby wheeled Robert into the nearest theatre (that hadn't been destroyed by fire.) "What do we know?" Abby was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate,
" Uh… Third degree burns to the right hand side of the face, orbital fracture to the right eye. He's lost a lot of blood… Possible internal bleeding…" She was hardly aware of scrubbing in and before she knew it she realised that she was in the theatre, "I'm a med student," She said hastily, "If Romano knew I was operating on him he'd die to spite me!" She protested, but her protests were ignored, and she and Clarke had to ignore the sounds of smashing glass in the hall behind them and try to save Robert Romano.