Crashing
(Authors note…hey there. This is a Carby, but it starts out kinda Luby, so bear with me. Also, the whole Luka things MAY be a spoiler, my sources are so-so, but the Carby part better be true! Anyways, rock on and enjoy!)
"Abby? Are you awake?" Luka Kovac whispered into Abby Lockhart's ear. She had spent the night again because of Brian, her crazed neighbor and this time, Luka let her have the bed.
"Abby? Wake up…" he soothed. Inside her head, Abby thought she was going to die of laughter. Usually Luka had come sort of weird face on whenever he tried to wake her up. It was almost a joke they had.
Luka gently shook her. Keeping her eyes closed tight, Abby rolled over in the large bed. "Oh, I know you're awake now," he chucked.
Instead of whispering, this time, Luka shouted right in her ear, "Wake up!"
Abby bolted up in shock, "Why'd ya do that?!"
A goofy smile appeared on the doctor's face," I'm taking you to breakfast. Get up. I don't think they like it when you show up in your pajamas."
"Okay, okay, I'm up," she groaned, getting out from between the warm sheets, "Just where are we going anyway?"
"Denny's."
"Denny's? Isn't that where stoners go?"
"Would you prefer a bar?"
"Not really."
"Then we're going to Denny's."
Abby walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Looking into the mirror, she realized that she was technically going on a date with him. But Denny's? For breakfast? She laughed at the thought. Luka had a long way to go before understanding Americans.
Seated in his sleek, black sports car, all Abby could do was smile. Lately, being around him wasn't awkward or strange; it was actually enjoyable, as if they could be friends again. No more Nicole, and Carter busy with his parent's, everything was in the right place.
"So, what do you think?"
"About what?" she asked, startled.
"About the car. You never got to ride in it."
"It's really nice. I didn't think you'd buy something this nice."
"That's what everybody thinks."
He continued to drive and Abby continued to think. Maybe they should get back together. She really could see him marrying him. But, if Susan was right and Carter was "stuck on her" it would piss him off.
But this was her life. If she wanted to be with Luka, she would be with Luka. She did like Carter, though. He was thoughtful, handsome, was already her friend, and it sure helped that he was rich. And, with the news that Carter and Susan had broken up, things could be promising.
Yet there was Luka. He was showing more and more interest in her and as she had thought earlier, she could see herself marrying him.
Abby looked up just as a motorcycle came flashing towards them. She screamed, "Luka! Watch out!" before everything went black.
"What do we got?" John Carter called out as he ran into the ambulance bay.
The paramedic yelled, "John and Jane Doe, MVA, car vs. motorcycle, both unconscious. John Doe has a scalp lac, possible concussion, and collapsed rib cage. Jane Doe has internal injuries."
"What about the motorcyclist?"
"DOA. Station 45 took him to Mercy. One of them said these two worked here."
"Okay, thanks!"
Carter and Kerry took Jane Doe into trauma two while Susan and Gallant had John Doe in trauma one. As Kerry checked for internal bleeding, Carter started to brush away the hair from the woman's face. He realized it was Abby.
"Abby!"
"Is she here?" asked Kerry, not looking up from the ultrasound.
"Yes! Right here!"
Kerry's head snapped up in alert, "Abby? Abby, if you can hear us, this is Dr. Weaver. You're at County. Everything is gonna be alright."
"Wait, if this is Abby, then John Doe must be Luka…."
"Go tell Susan and Gallant."
"What about Abby?"
"Her abdomen appears to be fine. I'm going to send her up for a C-T. Go tell Susan."
Carter ran into trauma one just as Susan was screaming at Haleh to charge the fibrillators to 300.
"Susan! Do you know who this is?"
"Clear!" turning back to him, she answered, "Yes, it's John Doe."
"No! It's Luka! We have Abby in trauma two."
"Is she okay?"
"We have a heartbeat," interrupted Haleh.
"Thanks. Is Abby okay?"
"Everything is fine. I'm gonna go up to radiology to check on her. You guys okay?"
"Now that he's not in de-fib, yeah, everything's peachy."
"Good," Carter nodded as he bolted out of trauma one to get on the elevator with Chuny, "I can take this."
"Okay," shrugged the nurse.
As soon as she left, Carter closed the door and whispered to Abby, "Everything's gonna be all right. I'm here now."
The room was a blur, but soon the harsh lights forced her to focus. It wasn't long before Abby realized she was in a hospital room.
"What happened?" she tried to say, but to her surprise, someone had intubated her.
"Shh…don't speak," assured Carter, "I'll tell you what happened."
She pointed to her throat.
"Do you want me to take that out?"
Abby nodded.
"Okay, you know the drill."
He quickly pulled out the tube and Abby started whispering rapidly, "What happened? Is Luka okay? What happened?"
Placing his finger on her mouth, he said, "You and Luka were in a car accident. You're okay; all you have is a broken arm. Luka was hurt pretty badly."
"How?"
"He had a concussion and, now, he's in a coma."
Abby gasped. Her mind immediately thought the worst. Luka could die, or be a vegetable for the rest of his life. The man that, only an hour or so earlier she thought she might marry, could die. And all because he wanted to take her to breakfast.
"Can I see him?"
"In a little while. They're still observing you."
"Okay," she murmured, still not believing him. He had to be okay. This had to be some sort of joke. It had to be.
(Authors note…hey there. This is a Carby, but it starts out kinda Luby, so bear with me. Also, the whole Luka things MAY be a spoiler, my sources are so-so, but the Carby part better be true! Anyways, rock on and enjoy!)
"Abby? Are you awake?" Luka Kovac whispered into Abby Lockhart's ear. She had spent the night again because of Brian, her crazed neighbor and this time, Luka let her have the bed.
"Abby? Wake up…" he soothed. Inside her head, Abby thought she was going to die of laughter. Usually Luka had come sort of weird face on whenever he tried to wake her up. It was almost a joke they had.
Luka gently shook her. Keeping her eyes closed tight, Abby rolled over in the large bed. "Oh, I know you're awake now," he chucked.
Instead of whispering, this time, Luka shouted right in her ear, "Wake up!"
Abby bolted up in shock, "Why'd ya do that?!"
A goofy smile appeared on the doctor's face," I'm taking you to breakfast. Get up. I don't think they like it when you show up in your pajamas."
"Okay, okay, I'm up," she groaned, getting out from between the warm sheets, "Just where are we going anyway?"
"Denny's."
"Denny's? Isn't that where stoners go?"
"Would you prefer a bar?"
"Not really."
"Then we're going to Denny's."
Abby walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Looking into the mirror, she realized that she was technically going on a date with him. But Denny's? For breakfast? She laughed at the thought. Luka had a long way to go before understanding Americans.
Seated in his sleek, black sports car, all Abby could do was smile. Lately, being around him wasn't awkward or strange; it was actually enjoyable, as if they could be friends again. No more Nicole, and Carter busy with his parent's, everything was in the right place.
"So, what do you think?"
"About what?" she asked, startled.
"About the car. You never got to ride in it."
"It's really nice. I didn't think you'd buy something this nice."
"That's what everybody thinks."
He continued to drive and Abby continued to think. Maybe they should get back together. She really could see him marrying him. But, if Susan was right and Carter was "stuck on her" it would piss him off.
But this was her life. If she wanted to be with Luka, she would be with Luka. She did like Carter, though. He was thoughtful, handsome, was already her friend, and it sure helped that he was rich. And, with the news that Carter and Susan had broken up, things could be promising.
Yet there was Luka. He was showing more and more interest in her and as she had thought earlier, she could see herself marrying him.
Abby looked up just as a motorcycle came flashing towards them. She screamed, "Luka! Watch out!" before everything went black.
"What do we got?" John Carter called out as he ran into the ambulance bay.
The paramedic yelled, "John and Jane Doe, MVA, car vs. motorcycle, both unconscious. John Doe has a scalp lac, possible concussion, and collapsed rib cage. Jane Doe has internal injuries."
"What about the motorcyclist?"
"DOA. Station 45 took him to Mercy. One of them said these two worked here."
"Okay, thanks!"
Carter and Kerry took Jane Doe into trauma two while Susan and Gallant had John Doe in trauma one. As Kerry checked for internal bleeding, Carter started to brush away the hair from the woman's face. He realized it was Abby.
"Abby!"
"Is she here?" asked Kerry, not looking up from the ultrasound.
"Yes! Right here!"
Kerry's head snapped up in alert, "Abby? Abby, if you can hear us, this is Dr. Weaver. You're at County. Everything is gonna be alright."
"Wait, if this is Abby, then John Doe must be Luka…."
"Go tell Susan and Gallant."
"What about Abby?"
"Her abdomen appears to be fine. I'm going to send her up for a C-T. Go tell Susan."
Carter ran into trauma one just as Susan was screaming at Haleh to charge the fibrillators to 300.
"Susan! Do you know who this is?"
"Clear!" turning back to him, she answered, "Yes, it's John Doe."
"No! It's Luka! We have Abby in trauma two."
"Is she okay?"
"We have a heartbeat," interrupted Haleh.
"Thanks. Is Abby okay?"
"Everything is fine. I'm gonna go up to radiology to check on her. You guys okay?"
"Now that he's not in de-fib, yeah, everything's peachy."
"Good," Carter nodded as he bolted out of trauma one to get on the elevator with Chuny, "I can take this."
"Okay," shrugged the nurse.
As soon as she left, Carter closed the door and whispered to Abby, "Everything's gonna be all right. I'm here now."
The room was a blur, but soon the harsh lights forced her to focus. It wasn't long before Abby realized she was in a hospital room.
"What happened?" she tried to say, but to her surprise, someone had intubated her.
"Shh…don't speak," assured Carter, "I'll tell you what happened."
She pointed to her throat.
"Do you want me to take that out?"
Abby nodded.
"Okay, you know the drill."
He quickly pulled out the tube and Abby started whispering rapidly, "What happened? Is Luka okay? What happened?"
Placing his finger on her mouth, he said, "You and Luka were in a car accident. You're okay; all you have is a broken arm. Luka was hurt pretty badly."
"How?"
"He had a concussion and, now, he's in a coma."
Abby gasped. Her mind immediately thought the worst. Luka could die, or be a vegetable for the rest of his life. The man that, only an hour or so earlier she thought she might marry, could die. And all because he wanted to take her to breakfast.
"Can I see him?"
"In a little while. They're still observing you."
"Okay," she murmured, still not believing him. He had to be okay. This had to be some sort of joke. It had to be.
