CONTAGION
Disclaimer: I don't own n e of the ER characters. Do u think I'd be here if I did? LoL :D Although the plot is a mastermind creation of my brain, and my brain only!
Summary: A man is brought in from an MVA, but his visible injuries are just the tip of the iceberg, as the staff of the ER begin to fall ill.
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The rain hits the road as though it's unstoppable. A man drives along a congested city road. The honking horns of the yellow cabs pierce through the night. Above the shrieking horns, the man's discomfort can be clearly heard. A constant coughing echoes around. He looks up and suddenly swerves across the road. The car coming down on the other side didn't stand a chance. A loud thud silenced the horns. The sound of twisting metal, and the screams of the victims, were the last thing to be heard.
"What have we got" Kerry looks up as the ambulance pulls up outside county. The rain is still coming down hard. The flashing lights bounce of the walls of the surrounding buildings, draping the hospital in a flurry of colours.
"36 year old male. Severe head and neck injuries, numerous broken ribs and other internal injuries. Intubated at scene, G.C.S is 9"
"Ok lets get him into trauma one"
Carter and Abby followed Weaver into Trauma one.
"Abby, can you get a central line in, Carter we need a chest drain, Malik get in here now, we need a full set of blood works, and get 3 units of O-neg. stat." Malik draws a vile of blood and hurries away.
"Got a line in" Abby calls out.
"He's in V-fib"
"Charge the paddles to 200" Kerry shouts, as she starts CPR.
Carter hands the paddles to Kerry, "Clear" She presses down on the trigger and shoots the electric current through the body in front of her. The flat line tone still remains. Malik rushes back into Trauma one.
"Got 3 units going in on the rapid infuser"
"Ok, we need an amp of Epi" It has no effect.
"He's still in V-fib"
"How long has he been down?"
Carter looks up at the clock, "40 minutes"
Kerry steps back, "Every one agreed?" Nods come from around the room, "Time of death is 22:43"
"Hey, Dr. Weaver?" Randi calls from behind the admit desk. Kerry turns around, "not now Randi, what ever it is, deal with it" She heads off down the corridor.
Carter sits on the lounge sofa, looking far from well. Suddenly the door bursts open, and Malucci makes his normal `peaceful' entrance.
"Hey Carter man, you ok?"
"If that includes coughing up lunch, then I'm just fine"
"Stay away from me man, I don't want any of your germs, I got me a hot date"
"Don't kid yourself Dave"
"You just wait and see"
"Oh I will" Carter replied, his tone more sarcastic than ever.
Dave grabbed his bag from his locker and left the lounge. Carter remained seated on the sofa. The coughing had become constant. He struggled to suck in air. His breathing became shallow. He felt his chest tighten, as the beating of his heart slowed. He gazed around the room, everything becoming a blur, and then he finally gave into the darkness.
Kerry headed along the corridor, toward the admit desk. Randi was once again calling after her. Kerry's head throbbed with pain as Randi's harassing voice chased after her.
"Randi, what is it?" Her tone was dull, with a hint of annoyance.
"Some guy from the lab upstairs wanted you, he said there was something about the MVA guy that should you know, he wouldn't tell me what, so whatever it is, its probably important"
Kerry walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. Kerry gave Randi a warning look. Randi turned away but still tried to focus in on the phone conversation that was taking place.
"This Dr. Weaver, you needed to talk to me?. . . . . Yeah, he was brought in this morning. . . yeah I'm on my way up"
She replaced the receiver and darted off to the lift.
Luka headed toward the lounge, looking forward to escaping the sick and injured people needing his touch. Sometimes he wished he wasn't there, that he wasn't a doctor. But his passion for helping people always out weighed these feelings, and he would return to the hospital day in day out. He grabbed the handle, and pushed the door. His thoughts were broken in an instant at seeing the heaped body lying on the floor. Peering down at the face, the hint of its recognition sliced its way through Luka, "Carter!" He bent down next to his fallen colleague, checking for a pulse. The pounding on Luka's fingers was slow and faint, but steady. He rushed out of the lounge seeking help, shouting to anyone and everyone who would listen.
To be continued. . . . . . . . . . .
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Well everyone, that's the first part! Do u want me to continue? I will n e way, but feedback is always wanted. U can shout at me for a naff fic or give me all the praise u want, I don't mind! Part 2 comin soon. . . .
Disclaimer: I don't own n e of the ER characters. Do u think I'd be here if I did? LoL :D Although the plot is a mastermind creation of my brain, and my brain only!
Summary: A man is brought in from an MVA, but his visible injuries are just the tip of the iceberg, as the staff of the ER begin to fall ill.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The rain hits the road as though it's unstoppable. A man drives along a congested city road. The honking horns of the yellow cabs pierce through the night. Above the shrieking horns, the man's discomfort can be clearly heard. A constant coughing echoes around. He looks up and suddenly swerves across the road. The car coming down on the other side didn't stand a chance. A loud thud silenced the horns. The sound of twisting metal, and the screams of the victims, were the last thing to be heard.
"What have we got" Kerry looks up as the ambulance pulls up outside county. The rain is still coming down hard. The flashing lights bounce of the walls of the surrounding buildings, draping the hospital in a flurry of colours.
"36 year old male. Severe head and neck injuries, numerous broken ribs and other internal injuries. Intubated at scene, G.C.S is 9"
"Ok lets get him into trauma one"
Carter and Abby followed Weaver into Trauma one.
"Abby, can you get a central line in, Carter we need a chest drain, Malik get in here now, we need a full set of blood works, and get 3 units of O-neg. stat." Malik draws a vile of blood and hurries away.
"Got a line in" Abby calls out.
"He's in V-fib"
"Charge the paddles to 200" Kerry shouts, as she starts CPR.
Carter hands the paddles to Kerry, "Clear" She presses down on the trigger and shoots the electric current through the body in front of her. The flat line tone still remains. Malik rushes back into Trauma one.
"Got 3 units going in on the rapid infuser"
"Ok, we need an amp of Epi" It has no effect.
"He's still in V-fib"
"How long has he been down?"
Carter looks up at the clock, "40 minutes"
Kerry steps back, "Every one agreed?" Nods come from around the room, "Time of death is 22:43"
"Hey, Dr. Weaver?" Randi calls from behind the admit desk. Kerry turns around, "not now Randi, what ever it is, deal with it" She heads off down the corridor.
Carter sits on the lounge sofa, looking far from well. Suddenly the door bursts open, and Malucci makes his normal `peaceful' entrance.
"Hey Carter man, you ok?"
"If that includes coughing up lunch, then I'm just fine"
"Stay away from me man, I don't want any of your germs, I got me a hot date"
"Don't kid yourself Dave"
"You just wait and see"
"Oh I will" Carter replied, his tone more sarcastic than ever.
Dave grabbed his bag from his locker and left the lounge. Carter remained seated on the sofa. The coughing had become constant. He struggled to suck in air. His breathing became shallow. He felt his chest tighten, as the beating of his heart slowed. He gazed around the room, everything becoming a blur, and then he finally gave into the darkness.
Kerry headed along the corridor, toward the admit desk. Randi was once again calling after her. Kerry's head throbbed with pain as Randi's harassing voice chased after her.
"Randi, what is it?" Her tone was dull, with a hint of annoyance.
"Some guy from the lab upstairs wanted you, he said there was something about the MVA guy that should you know, he wouldn't tell me what, so whatever it is, its probably important"
Kerry walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. Kerry gave Randi a warning look. Randi turned away but still tried to focus in on the phone conversation that was taking place.
"This Dr. Weaver, you needed to talk to me?. . . . . Yeah, he was brought in this morning. . . yeah I'm on my way up"
She replaced the receiver and darted off to the lift.
Luka headed toward the lounge, looking forward to escaping the sick and injured people needing his touch. Sometimes he wished he wasn't there, that he wasn't a doctor. But his passion for helping people always out weighed these feelings, and he would return to the hospital day in day out. He grabbed the handle, and pushed the door. His thoughts were broken in an instant at seeing the heaped body lying on the floor. Peering down at the face, the hint of its recognition sliced its way through Luka, "Carter!" He bent down next to his fallen colleague, checking for a pulse. The pounding on Luka's fingers was slow and faint, but steady. He rushed out of the lounge seeking help, shouting to anyone and everyone who would listen.
To be continued. . . . . . . . . . .
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Well everyone, that's the first part! Do u want me to continue? I will n e way, but feedback is always wanted. U can shout at me for a naff fic or give me all the praise u want, I don't mind! Part 2 comin soon. . . .