Elizabeth Corday stood at her counter in her home. Her boyfriend, Mark
Greene sat at the table. Elizabeth, who was walking to the fridge, suddenly
felt a wave of dizziness fall over her. She grabbed the island in the
middle of the kitchen. She stayed put until it subsided. Mark, who had been
reading the paper, looked up. Elizabeth, now walking over to the table,
felt another wave of dizziness, except way worse now. She began to feel
extremely bad, piercing abdominal pain. It was her fourth bad bout that
day. She tried to reach for the kitchen counter, but instead fell in a
faint. Mark, who had turned back to the paper, started to look back to ask
Elizabeth what was for dinner and couldn't see her.
"Lizzie, LIZZIE!" he called as he looked around the kitchen. He screamed in horror as he saw his wife lying unconscious on the kitchen floor. He called to his daughter from a previous marriage Rachel.
"RACH! RACH" Rachel came running and called 911 at her father's request.
The ambulance attendants hooked Elizabeth up to an I.V. and oxygen. Mark, who along with Elizabeth, was a doctor, had never been on this side of the coin before. It had always been him meeting the couple at the ambulance bay. Now, he was being met at the bay.
Doug Ross, his friend and co-worker, met them at the bay. Doug, who wasn't expecting to see his two closest friends, was taken aback. He looked at Mark, and then at Liz, who had just come around. The ambulance attendant and Mark explained the situation as Liz was wheeled into Emergency Room 1.
Upon examination by Dr. Ross and another co-worker, Susan Lewis, worry began to flood the room. Dr. Ross cleared his throat.
"It looks as if Liz may need surgery. We want to do a cat-scan first of the abdominal region. We just took the machine into her room. Mark, I am going to be frank."
"What is it?"
"It could be cancer. Myo.."
"I know. I had a bad feeling. What are the chances?"
"I don't know." Doug lied.
"I know that you know, Doug. Tell me, be frank, like the Doug I know."
"It's a 50-50..."
"Doug, quit fabricating the truth."
"70-30. Mark. I know this is hard."
"Dammit!" he shouted.
"Mark, let's wait for the results." Doug said.
"Umm.. Doug they are here. Dr. Ross, I need to talk to you," Susan said. "Doug, we need Kerry Weaver to talk to Mark. It's a tumor. The black indicates a cancer."
"Lizzie, LIZZIE!" he called as he looked around the kitchen. He screamed in horror as he saw his wife lying unconscious on the kitchen floor. He called to his daughter from a previous marriage Rachel.
"RACH! RACH" Rachel came running and called 911 at her father's request.
The ambulance attendants hooked Elizabeth up to an I.V. and oxygen. Mark, who along with Elizabeth, was a doctor, had never been on this side of the coin before. It had always been him meeting the couple at the ambulance bay. Now, he was being met at the bay.
Doug Ross, his friend and co-worker, met them at the bay. Doug, who wasn't expecting to see his two closest friends, was taken aback. He looked at Mark, and then at Liz, who had just come around. The ambulance attendant and Mark explained the situation as Liz was wheeled into Emergency Room 1.
Upon examination by Dr. Ross and another co-worker, Susan Lewis, worry began to flood the room. Dr. Ross cleared his throat.
"It looks as if Liz may need surgery. We want to do a cat-scan first of the abdominal region. We just took the machine into her room. Mark, I am going to be frank."
"What is it?"
"It could be cancer. Myo.."
"I know. I had a bad feeling. What are the chances?"
"I don't know." Doug lied.
"I know that you know, Doug. Tell me, be frank, like the Doug I know."
"It's a 50-50..."
"Doug, quit fabricating the truth."
"70-30. Mark. I know this is hard."
"Dammit!" he shouted.
"Mark, let's wait for the results." Doug said.
"Umm.. Doug they are here. Dr. Ross, I need to talk to you," Susan said. "Doug, we need Kerry Weaver to talk to Mark. It's a tumor. The black indicates a cancer."