AN: Oh god, another story but I've become so addicted to ER and The OC lately that I needed to write this story. It's basically The OC characters placed in an Emergency Room working as doctors and nurses. Alright so the character's have basically their same personalities but they didn't all grow up in Orange County together, I'll clear up the character's histories eventually, but right now know that the only one who was in the OC while a teenager is Ryan.
Disclaimer: Don't own The OC

A Lack of Color
Chapter 1: Welcome to the ER Bitch.

"Dr. Atwood?" A voice called. Ryan flopped over in the hospital bed he had claimed as his own for the time being. Being a resident in the ER was time consuming, but being the chief resident basically meant he slept when he was dead. That was okay with him though ever since he had gotten a second chance with the Cohen's he put all his effort into a successful career. Sandy had found Ryan in the streets struggling to survive upon their introduction, his mother was screwed up and his father was in jail. Sandy instantly took the young boy under his wing, after all their own son had moved to a boarding school since he was so sick of the area his parents forced him to live in. Kirsten and Sandy raised Ryan, and took care of their other son Seth from a far.

"Can it wait Taylor?" Ryan demanded sleepily, Taylor shook her head. Ryan groaned, "Then can't one of the interns take it?" When Ryan was an intern at Compton General he had done all the night work while the residents had slept. Now that he was a resident the interns seemed to get the easier jobs while he was stuck with all the work. The thing was that usually the work he was bribed out of bed to do was able to be easily done by an intern.

Taylor rolled her eyes, "No, it's Dr. Volchok. I mean I could give it to an intern, but you know that he only trusts you." Ryan sighed and nodded promising Taylor he'd be right there. Ever since Volchok had started his residency at Compton, he'd get drunk on his nights off. The hospital wasn't all to thrilled about that, but Ryan personally thought it was Volchok's business. If Kevin wanted to get drunk when he wasn't at work, who cared? Just as long as he wasn't doing anything to screw up his work medically. Although more times than not Ryan wondered how Volchok had even become a doctor. He came from a screwed up life with no money, but he somehow found a way to get by because he was standing in front of Ryan as clear as day.

When Volchok spotted Ryan, he called, "Hey man! Did I interrupt your sleep?"

Ryan rolled his eyes, "Not more than usual, Taylor bring Dr. Volchok here to exam room 3, and start an IV. I'll meet you there." The thin brunette nurse nodded, and escorted Volchok into the nearby exam room. Ryan groaned as he followed them, Taylor had already got the IV in there, and Volchok was ordering his medication. Taylor made a quick check with Ryan who simply shrugged and added, "Don't forget the aspirin."

"Good point." Volchok agreed as Taylor scurried out of the room to get the medications, "Hey do you know what time Marissa gets on at?"

Ryan shrugged, clearly tired, "Well I'd bet it's at seven since that's when all the other nurse's shifts end, why?"

"Just wanted to see who I was working with today." Volchok muttered lamely. Ryan rolled his eyes, for reasons he'd never understand Marissa had dated Volchok for a year. The two had been going pretty strong, and the nurses were muttering about when they'd get married. That had seemingly freaked out Volchok, and he'd slept with a paramedic in the on-call room, Marissa had walked in and that had been the end of that.

"Right," Ryan commented and then said, "I'm going back to sleep, but I'll be back to check your BAC at exactly seven, so try to sleep it off, and I'll clear you later." With that Ryan walked out of the exam room, and headed back to his own bed calling to Taylor, "Wake me up at 6:50!"

"Dr. Atwood!" Taylor yelled. Ryan shot straight up, and gave her a questioning glance, "It's 6:50!" Ryan groaned, and rolled out of the bed, and chased after her. When the brunette noticed him, she grinned, ""You get off at seven?"

"Yeah," Ryan nodded and then added, "Tomorrow."

Taylor wrinkled her nose in distaste, "Ugh can't wait for those nights. I hate my crazy hours as it is."

"Oh right," Ryan said, "You're going for your MD. What year are you?"

"Second," Taylor smiled pleased, "I'm actually going to be done nursing soon so I can make more time for my internships."

"How soon?" Ryan asked curiously.

"Tonight's my last shift." Taylor told him.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, "Leaving on such short notice?"

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing." Taylor shrugged as she pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, "I just wanted you to know since you know we've been working here together since day 1."

"Right," Ryan muttered, "Look how about tonight we'll split a cheesecake my treat?"

Taylor smirked, "Well who am I to turn away a free cheesecake? Well I'm going to sleep before my biochemistry class, see you Ryan."

"Bye, Townsend." Ryan said as she put her chart down

Luke Ward was in an exceptionally good mood. He had gotten two days off from the hospital, and now that he was fully rested he was ready to kick some rare disorder's ass in the ER. He still didn't know how Ryan had been able to let him go for so long after all the ER was short on staff, really the only people working there were Ryan, Volchok, and himself. Not that he was surprised Compton was in a dumpy neighborhood, one that only the brave ventured into, but Luke wouldn't change his job for anything in the world.

As he walked into the ER, he smiled at Marissa Cooper, "Hey Marissa it looks like it's going to be a great day!"

"If you say so Luke." The Nurse Manager responded, flipping through charts making sure the night shift had filled them out accurately, "But how about you change into your scrubs, Mr. Sunshine?"

Luke chuckled, and agreed heading to the changing rooms. He quickly changed out of his suit, and into his scrubs, placing his white-jacket on it with Dr. Ward written across it. Sometimes he still found it hard to believe that he had paid attention long enough to earn his MD. He had never been the most focused individual, but he liked excitement, and medicine was definitely something that offered that thrill for him.

He came out and saw Ryan giving orders to Marissa, and Summer running by throwing a blue robe over her scrubs. Ryan looked at her, "Do you know what this is about?"

"Huge trauma. Hold up over by 6th street. Four people shot." Summer tells Ryan before pulling her hair up in a bun, "And all four of them are coming to Compton, who's on besides me and you?"

"Luke and Volchok technically but I haven't gotten his blood alcohol back so he can't work yet." Ryan concluded.

Marissa snorted, "He's been drinking again? What a big surprise!" Ryan stared at her, and she shrugged, "I'll make sure the rooms are ready, and I'll be ready to meet the first trauma. Oh and I might have been a BAC test on the front desk."

"I'll check it Ryan, and then meet one of the gunshot victims." Luke called out as he pulled his robe on over his scrubs. Without waiting for Ryan's response, Luke ran to the front desk, "I need Volchok's BAC, please." The clerk handed him the blood results. Luke quickly scanned them, and shouted, "He's fine. Get Volchok!"

Before Luke had time to think the paramedics ran into the ER, Luke quickly ran over followed by a two nurses, the paramedic ran with the gurney, and the man kept screaming, "Please, my sister!"

Luke was about to question him when the Paramedic filled him in, "Greg Korey, age 26, shot to the lower abdomen and knee. Good breath sounds, given the situation."

They found room in trauma two, and Luke instantly began working, "We're going to need an IV! I might need O-Neg, so make sure I get some." Luke examined the knee, and screamed, "I need x-ray STAT!" The nurses scurried off as Luke tried to control the bleeding, "Mr. Korey can you stop yelling?"

"Don't help me." The patient yelled. Luke had managed to stop the bleeding momentarily in the knee, and moved onto the abdomen, pressing a bit to find the location of the bullet. When he located the bullet, Luke groaned, the bullet hadn't really gone in all to deep, and it was preventing the bleeding of his abdomen, but the bullet was lodged so that if It was removed he would bleed out for sure.

"Call the OR." Luke ordered, "He's as stable as we're going to get him down here." As a nursing assistant called the OR, "Why don't you want us to help you Mr. Korey?"

"You need to help my sister!" Mr. Korey yelled.

Luke sighed, "There are some awesome doctors probably fixing her right up."

"No you don't understand this whole thing is my fault. I robbed the place because I knew my sister would give us the money, and then my buddy, he shot her in the stomach, and then in the head. Look I don't deserve your help, help her please." The patient pleaded.

Before Luke could say anything or make a swift exit to the next room, Ryan burst into the room, "Do you need any help in here?"

"Nah, he's stable." Luke replied, "Why aren't you with yours?"

"D.O.A." Ryan responded sadly, "Shot in the head did her in. Since you're patient's stable, go to either Volchok or Roberts trauma room, they're going to need all the help they can get." Luke nodded, and Ryan made a run to the next trauma room.

Mr. Korey let out a scream of anguish as he was rolled towards the OR, "She's dead! I wish I was dead!"

"I promise you Mr. Cox, I will save your arm." Summer told her patient. The man's arm had nearly been shot of by whatever bastard had wanted an easy way to make money.

Dr. Nichol walked into the trauma room, "What do we have Dr. Roberts?"

"Two gun shots to the top shoulder blade, arm hanging on by an inch." Summer explained to her boss, Mr. Cox flinched, "Please Mr. Cox, don't move. It will only help in the long run, I assure you!"

"We'll take it from here." Dr. Nichol said as his group of interns rolled Mr. Cox towards the surgical ward, "Anything else?"

"Well I was hoping I could scrub in." Summer stated confidently, "I think the patient would feel more comfortable if he knew that I wads by his side."

"Are you a psychologist or a surgeon, Dr. Roberts?" Nichol questioned.

Summer sighed, "A surgeon, but…"

"No buts, Roberts, you should be able to answer that question with no buts. You are a surgeon nothing else." Nichol sneered evilly and with that he was off to the operating room.

"Tough break Sum." Marissa smiled sympathetically at her friend, she had just gotten out of another trauma as well, and she was filling in the chart for the patient.

"Whatever, the new students come today so at least I'll have someone to torture. Did your patient live Coop?" Summer questioned.

Marissa shook her head, "No she lost her pulse pretty much once Volchok started, we tried everything, but she was down for forty five minutes, he had to call it." Marissa sighed, "She was only like five years old too."

Summer winced, she always hated cases like that, "I'm sorry Coop."

"Don't worry about me," Marissa told her, "That poor girl's parents are the one who you should be worried about."

Summer cringed, that was the worst part of their job, telling people that their loved one was dead, "Marissa can I ask you a question?"

She nodded, "Of course Sum."

"Are you okay to be working with Volchok?" Summer asked quietly, "I mean can you do your job and treat a patient with him without fighting."

"Of course I can, Sum." Marissa told her, "I'm a nurse and nothing gets in the way of that, not even Kevin Volchok."

"Okay, I'm just looking out for you." Summer told her best friend honestly, "I want to make sure you're okay."

"I know and I appreciate it, but you really don't have to worry about me." Marissa assured her.

"Alright, then." Summer said unconvinced.

Teresa Atwood was not pleased as she walked into the Emergency Room that her husband worked countless hours at. She was sick of his ridiculous hours, when she had married him she hadn't bargained for this. She really was like a widow; she had lost her husband to the ER. Marissa was the first one to see her, and she smiled, "Hey Teresa, can I page Ryan for you?"

"That'd be wonderful, thanks." Teresa muttered.

Marissa gave her a slight smile, and called for Ryan. She turned back to Teresa, "He'll be here in a minute or so."

Teresa nodded her head, and didn't really pay much attention to her surrounding. She hated the ER. There was something so eerie about the fact that thousands if not millions of people had died in the same exact place she was standing in. Suddenly a hand tapped her on the shoulder, Teresa turned around and faced her husband, "Who are you again?"

"Ha-ha very funny," Ryan commented with a smile, "What's up?"

"I have a charity gala tonight, and I'd like my husband to escort me." Teresa told him. As a lawyer specializing in celebrities, she often had a charity case to attend. She didn't remember the last time that Ryan had come with her to one of the events; he usually was forced to work. She added, "It's for a good cause, lupus research."

Ryan nodded with a frown, "Sounds great but I'm here till seven tomorrow. There's no way I'm going to be able to leave."

"Ryan," Teresa snapped, "I have put up with your career choices for as long as possible. It can't always be about you, sometimes it has to be about me. I'm not trying to sound like a selfish bitch, but sometimes Ryan, I just need my husband."

"Look Teresa, I don't want to work these hours either but its part of my schedule." Ryan muttered lamely, as multiple traumas piled in through the door, "Look I've got to get back, but we'll talk about this later?" He asked before planting a kiss on her cheek.

She moved her head away, "Whatever." She watched as Ryan ran to help a patient shortly after Marissa joined him, and she found herself alone in the middle of the ER. She groaned before heading out the door.

Seth Cohen couldn't believe that Kreuk had placed him at Compton. He had pleaded with the dean of medicine not to place him at that hospital, but apparently the dean found Seth Cohen's anguish to big an opportunity to pass up. And so here he was at Compton General Hospital. It wasn't so much the hospital that turned him off it was who worked their, namely one person. His parents 'replacement son' was apparently Chief Resident in the Compton ER, his mother had bragged about that the last time they'd spoken. It wasn't so much Seth didn't like the kid; he didn't know him, and honestly the world would keep turning if they didn't meet. So this was not the place he wanted to do his internship in emergency medicine, but here he was.

"Hey, kid." The clerk called him, "New Med Student?" The guy was kind of large, but he seemed friendly enough.

Seth nodded, as he twirled his pencil, "Doing an internship in ER surgery with Dr. Roberts." He twirled the pencil uncomfortably as the clerk promised he'd alert Dr. Roberts of his arrival, Seth smiled gratefully, so far everything was going smoothly. No sign of the infamous replacement brother, no one puking on his shoes, no dead guys.

Then he saw her, the woman of his dreams. She had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and these stunning brown eyes that could pull him in like a hawk. She was thin and short, but had curves in all the right places. She was wearing a white lab coat, and Seth smiled to himself, maybe she was a fellow student, although he'd never seen her before. She was perfect, and she was walking straight towards him.

She examined him, and questioned, "Seth Cohen?" And she knew his name? Wow, Chrismukkah had come early. She looked at him expectantly, clearly awaiting his acknowledgement.

"Right….I'ma…Seth….Cohen…" Seth stuttered still gawking at her openly.

"I'm Dr. Roberts, third year Surgical Resident. And I am your boss until June. " She informed him with a knowing smirk. Crap, she was his boss. That meant he couldn't go out with her, not like she'd consider him anyway. But now that she was off limits, well that just made him want her more.

"Nice to uh…" Seth started.

Dr. Roberts looked at him, "So what's with your tailored white jacket? I take it you've never worked in the ER before."

"That'd be uh correct." Seth confirmed quietly.

"Well don't worry about it, I'll walk you right through it, and you'll be pro in no time." She smiled at him sweetly, and his heart sank, she started walking, and he followed, "Well this is the front desk this is where the patients have to check in, that's Nate, don't shake his hand he fears germs." He continued following her, "Right so this is where the traumas come in, whoever's here takes the trauma. Right so whatever patient i5t is we always start an IV right away. You know how to do that, right?"

"Um, actually no." Seth admitted. Summer raised an eyebrow, clearly she was not impressed.

"You're third year, right?" She questioned, and he nodded his head, "And you really don't know how to put an IV in?"

"Well to be fair, I did all my internships in psychiatry, dermatology, and oncology." Seth defended himself; he didn't want her to think he was a complete moron who had bullshitted his way through medical school.

"Oh I see the white jacket specialties." Summer responded sarcastically as her pager went off, she read it, "Look I've got to check on something in the OR, so make yourself useful and do some suturing or something." Seth nodded, and she headed off to the OR, as he stared after her.

"Hey new kid!" He heard someone yell, and he turned and saw a tall blond guy yelling to him, "You doing anything?"

Seth shook his head, "No."

"Okay cool can you assist me? I have an emergency labor!" The blond haired doctor called, Seth nodded his head, and followed the other doctor out into the ambulance bay. The other doctor got to the woman who was clearly in tons of pain, "Hello M'am my name is Dr. Ward, but feel free to call me Luke, I'm going to help you through this as well as…" Luke trailed off clearly hoping that Seth would fill in the blank.

"Seth." Seth told the woman and Luke.

Luke nodded, "Okay so we're going to help you through this, but you got to trust us, alright?" The woman nodded her head, as Luke and Seth pushed the gurney through the hallways, "Marissa, we need you! Seth hold the baby in!"

"What? How exactly?" Seth demanded chasing after Luke and the pregnant woman.

Luke rolled his eyes, "Place your hand on the head, and hold it still, but don't suffocate it, okay?" Seth nodded, and did as he was told, placing his hand on the top of the baby's head.

"Luke you need any help?" A new blond doctor asked, running after them.

Luke nodded, "Yeah that'd be great, let's make sure this baby's delivered right." The three men and the blond nurse headed into an exam room, "M'am this is Dr. Atwood, you can call him Ryan." Seth flinched apparently this was the 'replacement son'. He didn't care at the moment though he wanted to make sure he didn't screw up his first labor, "Seth, take your hand off the baby's head, we're trying to deliver it now."

"Right," Seth said and obliged removing his head from the baby's head.

"Alright, m'am you're going to push, when I say three, okay? One, two, three!" Ryan shouted, and the woman gave a push that caused her to scream out in agony, "That was great! I'm going to need one more push and then you'll have a new child, ready go push!" The woman pushed, and the baby began crying, Ryan scooped the baby up, and declared, "You have a beautiful baby boy. I'm going to take care of him, and Luke will fix you right up, alright?"

The woman nodded, and waved to her baby, as Luke began taking care of her, and Marissa and Ryan cleaned the baby off. Seth stared at the baby, he couldn't believe he'd just witnessed that, he couldn't believe he'd touched the head of that baby, moments before. He was however disturbed from his thoughts when Dr. Roberts called, "Cohen you're not hanging out with the vagina squad, go suture someone!"

Luke and Ryan laughed hysterically, as Seth looked to them for some kind of explanation, and Luke shrugged, "Welcome to the ER, bitch!"

"I'm off for the night!" Marissa Cooper yelled, "I'll see you guys!" Everyone nodded, not eve mumbling a word of goodbye. She sulked as she headed towards the supply closet, where she indubitably bumped into Kevin Volchok.

"Going home?" He asked with a smirk. As he reached in, and pulled out some saline for an IV. He weaved through the materials like an expert, and Marissa wondered how exactly he had figured out the workings of the supply closet when it was primarily the nurse's job.

"Yeah I'm heading to the old home front, another exciting evening with Julie Cooper." Marissa commented dully, "Why are you getting your own saline?"

"Because your nurses are so damn slow, seriously it's no wonder why people fight to have you in their trauma rooms. You're the only fast one." Volchok informed her as he allowed her to look into the cabinet, "What are you looking for?"

"Making sure all my supplies got where it needed to be, sometimes the clerks don't put them in the right places, and then the doctors working the night shift get pissed at me." Marissa shrugged.

He nodded his head, "So what's the verdict?"

"Thunderbird's a go." She smiled as she closed the cabinet. He nodded and the two of them headed back to the front desk.

"So tough day, huh?" Volchok questioned.

She shrugged, "Not more tough than the day before that, everyday in the ER's tough. It's part of the job. I've gotten used to it by now."

"Do you want to maybe get some drinks when I get off tomorrow night?" He inquired.

Marissa shook her head, "Sorry I can't."

"Why not?" He asked her seriously.

She glared at him, "You're kidding me right? You cheated on me! You slept with a paramedic, and you're wondering why I don't want to go to a bar and get drunk with you? Well Kevin, to put it nicely I'd have to be the biggest moron in the planet to put myself through another relationship with you."

He shrugged, "Well have a nice night, I'd love to stay and chat, but this guy needs his saline. You know we got to clean out that IV."

"Bye." She called and frowned, it was just like Volchok not to even think twice about her rejecting him. She began walking as fast as she could.

"Hey Coop!" She heard Summer yell.

Marissa turned around, "Yeah?"

"Do you want to go to the bar with Luke and Holly with me?" She questioned.

Marissa sighed, "I'd love to Sum, but my mom needs my help with something tonight. Rain check?"

"Yeah, of course." Summer replied without hesitation and headed towards the front desk to clock out and Marissa walked out the door, and took a taxi to her mother's house.

"I have the cheesecake." Ryan announced as he settled into the staff lounge, and looked at Taylor Townsend, "Do you have the forks ready?"

She nodded, "Please tell me you got it from Cheniros?" She said as she opened the box, and breathed in the sweet scent of the cheesecake.

Ryan laughed, "Clearly, if it's not Cheniros, it's just not worth it."

"Amen brother." Taylor said, as she dug into the cheesecake, "I never knew cheesecake was a Mexican art."

"I never knew where cheesecake was from anyway." Ryan commented, "Therefore for all I know the Mexicans created cheesecake."

"I think it's a Jewish recipe." Taylor notified him.

"You would know that." Ryan smiled.

Taylor just laughed, "Of course I would. I am the Cheesecake queen."

"As you alerted me about a million times." Ryan smirked.

Taylor smiled, "How's Teresa doing?"

"I don't know," Ryan admitted, "She's having some problems with my hours but as far as I know health wise, she's fine. How's Jack Hess?"

"He's okay, the kids are giving him a real problem." Taylor remarked, "They don't really listen to him much so he's forced to show them his aggressive side which I enjoy. But you know how kids are…"

Ryan cringed, "That is way too much information."

"Sorry, you know me awkward as anything with social stuff." Taylor apologized and then decided, "But he's okay, I haven't seen him a lot though. We're both so busy with work."

Ryan nodded, "Honestly I still think it's a little creepy that you're dating a former teacher of yours." It was kind of creepy. Ryan could never imagine falling for one of his former teachers from Harbor. Although to be fair they'd all thought he was a criminal, so they weren't that kind to him, but still.

"You're not alone with that thought, I assure you." Taylor smiled and dug her fork into the cheesecake, "I want to marry this cheesecake."

"Don't let Jack hear you say that." Ryan teased.

Taylor frowned as another night nurse Sara ran into the room and shouted, "Dr. Atwood we need you. Suicide attempt."

"Can you page Volchok? He's especially good with those cases." Ryan suggested.

Sara sighed before rubbing her hand through her hair, "It's Marissa Cooper."

Taylor nearly choked on her cheesecake and Ryan made his way towards the ER with Taylor following him close behind and she whispered with disbelief, "Our Marissa?"

Ryan was thinking the same thing, and nodded gravely. "Sara page Volchok, we're going to need his help!" Sara nodded and walked slowly towards the front desk, as everyone was watching on stupidly, "What are you doing? Get back to work, this is like every other patient we have. Cohen, we're going to need you to cover the other patients. Get the trauma room ready for her, okay?"

The nurses scurried off, as Ryan's eyes landed on Volchok jogging into the ER, clearly out of breath. Kevin looked up into Ryan's eyes, and asked for the confirmation that he didn't want, "Is it true?"

Ryan forced himself to hold eye contact as he nodded, "Yeah, its true." The ambulance bay opened to reveal paramedics pushing in the barely breathing Marissa Cooper. Ryan rushed to her side as the rest of the staff looked on, grabbing her chart and chasing after the gurney, Volchok and Taylor followed.

"Okay run a toxicity scan, and give me the pump we need to begin pumping her stomach." Taylor gave him the pump, as Volchok tubed her. Taylor pushed Marissa on to her left side with her head lowered. Ryan then set up the stomach tube, and eased it into the esophagus. Volchok quickly drew blood from her IV, and Taylor took the blood and rushed it to the lab. Ryan began pumping, and all the contents of her stomach slowly began pouring out of her.

"I've got the BAC, it's .09. The toxicity results are she has Ginkgo and clopidogrel in her system." Taylor reported, before taking more blood, "I'll run another test to see what levels we're working with." Ryan nodded, and Taylor left the room.

Ginkgo and clopidogrel in her body, at the same time would cause some type of interaction clearly, and the two medications were not exactly household things so she had chosen them for a reason, but what did they have to worry about, suddenly Volchok answered his unspoken question, "Shit she's going to stroke out if we don't fix this!"

Ryan nodded, and considered it, "Call dialysis down here now!" He continued pumping the stomach, "That will at least give us some more time." Volchok nodded as he began cleaning out the stomach by adding water to the pump.

Taylor ran back into the trauma room, "Stomach pump cleared most of ginkgo and some of clopidogrel."

Ryan sighed, "Okay, so now we don't have to worry about stroking out." Volchok let out a sigh or relief as Marissa was put on dialysis. Still, not everything was fixed. Marissa couldn't live on dialysis all her life and still having alcohol and clopidogrel in her system wasn't going to leave no damage. Ryan groaned, "Her heart's going to stop."

Volchok looked up at him challengingly, "What? Why?"

"Clopidogrel is a blood thinning medication. If she took multiple pills of that and has a high BAC level, the alcohol is going to travel faster through the veins, and the amount of alcohol reaching the heart at once will slow down the heart so much that it stops. I don't know what else we can do besides hope dialysis clears out the blood thinner and alcohol fast." Ryan sighed.

"Damn it Marissa." Volchok cussed, "We can shock the heart to get it to start beating and the liver will take care of the rest."

"Right, except this will kill the liver." Ryan pointed out, "She knew what she was doing Volchok, we can only hope."

"Are you giving up on her?" Volchok demanded fiercely, "That's why she did this damn thing, because everyone gave up on her. You know what? I'm not giving up on Marissa because she wouldn't give up on anyone else in this room. So keep working everyone."

Everyone in the room turned to Ryan, and he continued stomach pumping, "You heard Volchok, it's not over until her heart stops beating and technically even then it's not over until we resuscitate it a bunch of times."

All the nurses took their respective places, and continued helping Marissa fight to get her life back.

AN: So what do you think? Should Marissa live and is everyone okay for Marissa/Volchok vbecause if she lives I'll probably go in that direction. I know he killed her on the show, but it's an AUso let me know what you think. And what do you think about everything else? Reviews please.