AN: This is my first fic, so if it sucks don't hate me too much. Please review. Tell me if it sucks and I won't continue to pollute the internet with crap. Also I know nothing about medicine so if I screw any of that stuff up please forgive.

Disclaimer: Don't own. But my birthday is coming up…

Its 2016 and only one of our beloved doctors and a few nurses have remained at County General.

"Dr. Thompson, you're late."
"I know, chief. It won't happen again."
"Funny that's what you said yesterday, and the day before that."
"I'm sorry, chief," the young resident shouted over his shoulder as he ran into the lounge. Emerging again he grabbed a chart and headed for Exam 1.

Itwas a pretty hectic day in the Cook County General Hospital ER. Not anything too out of the ordinary, just a never ending and ever growing amount of patients. 'I swear to God all the sick people get together and decide to ambush us,' the Chief of Emergency Medicine thought to herself.

"Dr. Lewis," a med student approached her pulling her out of her thoughts. "Dr. Lewis can you take a look at this patient for me.
"Get a resident to do it, I'm swamped," she heard herself say. She did have a lot of things to do, but truth be told she just didn't want to look after med students patients.

"Dr. Lewis, you're projectile vomiting in 4 is asking for you."
"Thanks, Chuny." Chuny was one of the few people who had worked there longer than Susan. In fact, apart from a couple other nurses, she was the only one who had been there since Susan made her return to County. Of course Mark and Romano had died, Elizabeth had gone back to England, Jing-Mei had gone to China to visit family, and Carter had moved to Africa to be with Kem. But everyone else had also eventually left. Gallant had been able to return to County due to injuries acquired during his time in Iraq, Pratt was at Northwestern, Neela had gone back home, Ray opted for a career in music, Morris had done something stupid and had his license revoked, Luka had moved back to Croatia, Sam had gone with him, Kerry had gone to Florida, and Abby had been the last to leave after something had happened to her brother. She was surrounded by new people, people who had no idea that those other doctors and nurses had existed, much less led the same lives they now did.

"Dr. Lewis. Dr. Lewis, are you ok?" Susan snapped out of her little world when she heard a nurse address her.
"Yeah. I'm fine. What's up?"
"MVA. 12 minutes out."
"Ok, thanks." She really wasn't in the mood for a trauma, so she tried to make herself look busy, not a hard thing to do in so busy an ER, but somehow she ended up in Trauma Two, despite her efforts.

"What have we got?"
"Jane Doe. Mid-thirties, early forties. Several broken bones, loosing a lot of blood, but we can't find where." Susan had not until this moment looked up at the tiny woman lying on the gurney. When she saw who it was she nearly fainted.
"Oh my God."
She had turned white as a sheet, and her legs weren't sure if they would be supporting her anymore.
"Dr. Lewis?" She suddenly sprang into doctor mode.
"Page Dubenko, get him down here. And get Chuny in here. Hang a liter of O neg…"
"Lost the pulse."
"Ok charge the paddles to 300. Clear" No response.
"Charge again. Clear" Again, no response.
"Come on, stay with me," she muttered under her breath, and then louder, "Charge to 350."
"Got a pulse." Susan sighed with relief as the Chief of Surgery walked in the door.

To be continued…