6:30 p.m.

"Kerry! We have a trauma coming in!" Carter called. She set down her pencil and moved quickly towards the hospital doors. She heard the wailing sirens of the ambulance, and watched as a young girl was rolled, on a gurney of course, to the icy ground.

"Fourteen years old, two broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, bullet to the chest, abrasions on her stomach and legs!" cried the paramedic. Kerry and Carter were soon joined by Abby and Luka.

"Name?" asked Kerry quickly.

"Sally, she told us when she was still conscious. We don't know her last name, though" he replied. Kerry stared at her. She had long blonde hair, well past her shoulders. She had a black eye, and a cut that ran the length of her cheek. The voices that yelled orders around her faded into a noisy blur. She just kept staring at her. Patients never really affected Kerry that much, but this time it would seem otherwise.

As the doctors quickly unclothed Sally's top half, they worked on the deep gunshot wound. Kerry sighed with relief when she felt the bullet, and drew it out. "Piece of cake" smiled Carter, "this girl was lucky."

"Yes, she was. As am I, John" Abby slurred, then kissed him hard. He smiled and teased her lips with his tongue.

"Dr. Carter, Dr. Lockhart, I do NOT have time to watch you play kissy-face! Now we have to sew this girl back up!" she yelled. Luka hid a smirk.

Abby rolled her eyes, and the four doctors started to work. After they finished, Abby lifted up Sally's limp arm, just to feel the reassurance of a pulse. This was a natural habit of hers. She looked down, but dropped the arm instantly. "Christ!" she stepped back, and knocked over a glass jar of Q-tips.

"God Dammit Abby! What is it?" asked Kerry angrily. John apparently saw it too, because he nearly tripped over the stool behind him. He lifted her arm up, and sighed with concern. "Look."

Kerry threw away her bloody gloves. She took the arm, and squinted in the light. Her face contorted. Cuts, that looked similar to cat-scratches, ran up the girls forearm, and shoulder.

"Do you think she made those hers-' started Abby, but Kerry interrupted loudly.

"Of course she made those herself, Abby!!" she yelled, "are you completely oblivious to what teenagers do these days?!"

Luka looked at Kerry. "Weaver, calm down. We still have to treat the ribs and shoulder dislocation."

"Fine, we can do that now. No, wait, send Abby out. I don't want to see her face in here again."

"But wh-'

"Don't ask Abby! Just get out of here!"

Abby stormed out of the trauma room. "That was harsh" said Carter softly, and turned, but not before calling, "I'm sure you both can treat a few broken bones?" He shook his head, threw off his gloves, and followed close on her heels.

Kerry bit her tongue, and looked at Luka. He shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to get in the middle of it.