Summary: Doug Ross is shot and the ER mobilizes to save him. It's as
simple as that.
Author's Notes: Eh, nothing really to say other than the title's a WIP, so once I think of something better, I'll change it.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: not mine
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End of the Shift
By OcelotKitten __________
It was a afternoon in Cook County General's ER, and there wasn't a patient in sight. It was a rare moment when the Emergency Room wasn't hectic and crowded, and an entire day when things were quiet was almost unheard of. But John Carter was doing his best to take advantage of the lull in the storm. He was dozing, stretched out on the lounge sofa, blissfully unaware of the danger dangling over him.
Carol Hathaway glanced at Mark Greene, desperately trying to hold in the giggles that threatened to spill over and wake Carter. Mark gave Carol a stern glance as the enormous water balloon shivered with the weight of its load, but the twinkle of mischief in his eye betrayed him. Carol clamped a hand over her mouth to stop the laughter.
Mark mouthed a countdown to her, "Three . . . two . . . one . . ." and just before the balloon was released, Carter opened his eyes. An expression of shocked terror flitted across his face and then he was drenched as the water bomb hit his face and exploded. His angry yell echoed down the hall as Mark and Carol pelted out of the room, laughing madly.
Doug Ross and Kerry Weaver watched them go from where they stood at the Admit desk. Kerry wore a disapproving scowl, but Doug just grinned. A sopping wet Carter emerged from the lounge much to the amusement of the desk staff, and he was just so pitiful looking that even Kerry cracked a grin, though she tried to hide it.
Doug chuckled, "Ah, the time honored practice of playing jokes on interns." Carter brushed his wet hair out of his eyes, and snapped, "Where did they go?" Doug and Kerry just shrugged, and Carter angrily stormed back into the lounge. A short while later, when he reemerged wearing dry scrubs, Mark and Carol were back at the Admit desk. Carter shot a glance of pure venom at them, and they grinned cheekily back.
The rest of the day was free of ambushes, but also of patients for that matter. Doug was going off duty, and commented to Mark how strangely quiet the day had been. "You mean other than Carter's little drenching?" Mark sniggered, "Yeah, I know. You should be glad you're leaving. The storm should break anytime now, and then this place'll be a mad house." Doug gave him a sarcastic salute, and said, "Oh, believe me buddy, I am." Doug left the ER through the ambulance bay doors, heading for Doc Magoo's.
Suddenly a disheveled looking man ran past him, yelling, "Help! Help! I need a doctor!" Doug quickly caught his arm and said, "Whoa, slow down! I'm a doctor. What's the matter?"
"You're a doctor?" the man repeated, "Something's wrong! I don't know what. Can you take a look at this?" He reached into his pocket, and in one swift movement, pulled out something and thrust it against Doug's belly. There was a deafening bang and fire tore through Doug's abdomen.
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At the sound of yelling out in the ambulance bay, Mark ran over to the doors. He was just in time to see an unkempt looking man yank a gun out of his pocket, shove it against Doug, and pull the trigger. Dashing back into the hall, Mark yelled, "We need some help out here! Get a gurney!" Without waiting to see if anyone was coming, Mark sprinted back out into the ambulance bay. He saw Doug fall to his knees, clutching at his belly, blood flowing over his hands. His assailant, when he spotted Mark, grinned insanely, put the gun against his own head and pulled the trigger.
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AN: Cue opening titles.
Author's Notes: Eh, nothing really to say other than the title's a WIP, so once I think of something better, I'll change it.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: not mine
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End of the Shift
By OcelotKitten __________
It was a afternoon in Cook County General's ER, and there wasn't a patient in sight. It was a rare moment when the Emergency Room wasn't hectic and crowded, and an entire day when things were quiet was almost unheard of. But John Carter was doing his best to take advantage of the lull in the storm. He was dozing, stretched out on the lounge sofa, blissfully unaware of the danger dangling over him.
Carol Hathaway glanced at Mark Greene, desperately trying to hold in the giggles that threatened to spill over and wake Carter. Mark gave Carol a stern glance as the enormous water balloon shivered with the weight of its load, but the twinkle of mischief in his eye betrayed him. Carol clamped a hand over her mouth to stop the laughter.
Mark mouthed a countdown to her, "Three . . . two . . . one . . ." and just before the balloon was released, Carter opened his eyes. An expression of shocked terror flitted across his face and then he was drenched as the water bomb hit his face and exploded. His angry yell echoed down the hall as Mark and Carol pelted out of the room, laughing madly.
Doug Ross and Kerry Weaver watched them go from where they stood at the Admit desk. Kerry wore a disapproving scowl, but Doug just grinned. A sopping wet Carter emerged from the lounge much to the amusement of the desk staff, and he was just so pitiful looking that even Kerry cracked a grin, though she tried to hide it.
Doug chuckled, "Ah, the time honored practice of playing jokes on interns." Carter brushed his wet hair out of his eyes, and snapped, "Where did they go?" Doug and Kerry just shrugged, and Carter angrily stormed back into the lounge. A short while later, when he reemerged wearing dry scrubs, Mark and Carol were back at the Admit desk. Carter shot a glance of pure venom at them, and they grinned cheekily back.
The rest of the day was free of ambushes, but also of patients for that matter. Doug was going off duty, and commented to Mark how strangely quiet the day had been. "You mean other than Carter's little drenching?" Mark sniggered, "Yeah, I know. You should be glad you're leaving. The storm should break anytime now, and then this place'll be a mad house." Doug gave him a sarcastic salute, and said, "Oh, believe me buddy, I am." Doug left the ER through the ambulance bay doors, heading for Doc Magoo's.
Suddenly a disheveled looking man ran past him, yelling, "Help! Help! I need a doctor!" Doug quickly caught his arm and said, "Whoa, slow down! I'm a doctor. What's the matter?"
"You're a doctor?" the man repeated, "Something's wrong! I don't know what. Can you take a look at this?" He reached into his pocket, and in one swift movement, pulled out something and thrust it against Doug's belly. There was a deafening bang and fire tore through Doug's abdomen.
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At the sound of yelling out in the ambulance bay, Mark ran over to the doors. He was just in time to see an unkempt looking man yank a gun out of his pocket, shove it against Doug, and pull the trigger. Dashing back into the hall, Mark yelled, "We need some help out here! Get a gurney!" Without waiting to see if anyone was coming, Mark sprinted back out into the ambulance bay. He saw Doug fall to his knees, clutching at his belly, blood flowing over his hands. His assailant, when he spotted Mark, grinned insanely, put the gun against his own head and pulled the trigger.
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AN: Cue opening titles.