At the End of the Hall
Prologue
He sniffed in his half-asleep coma, efficiently blocking out the noise she made as she dropped her thick winter coat on the chair and kicked off her shoes. So it was a surprise when the blankets were pulled off him and her body weight took its place. Grunting he opened his eyes blurrily and squinted at her as she pulled the blankets back over her and snuggles into his chest; folding her arms underneath them. He sighs deeply, half yawning as he pulls the pillow further under his head so he can look down at her before he wraps his arms around her.
"Tough night?" He asks sleepily. Moaning softly, she shifts, nodding.
"A little girl came in, raped and assaulted, she was found in an alley outside Denny's." Her tired voice doesn't lie as she tiredly shifts again, getting comfortable. He can tell the case upset her.
"How old was she?" She bites her lip, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"Seven, Becky. Long dark hair, Indian I think. Anyways, we don't even know her last name; hence we can't find her parents." Because her eyes are closed, he looks up at the ceiling, eventually closing his eyes, gently rubbing her back soothingly.
"Why don't you have her last name?"
"Well, she hasn't been conscious long enough to ask her, but 'Becky' is engraved on a leather bracelet on her wrist." She's quiet for awhile until she says quietly before drifting off.
"No one deserves that."
o0o0o0o0o0o0o Two hours earlier o0o0o0o0o0o0o
"Okay, you know what? I don't think the snow is helping here." Susan Lewis complains as she stumbles into the ER, shaking the inch of snow off her black coat and blonde hair. Jing-Mei Chen snorts as she pulls a chart off the rack.
"Susan, I think every conscious human that has come in here said that." Susan nods knowingly as she backs into the lounge. Where she finds Abby Lockhart doing, yep you guessed it, paper work. She chuckles sadly.
"Paper work huh? Kerry desked you?" She looks up to her resignedly, along with a sigh of irritation.
"It would appear so wouldn't it?" Throwing open her locker, Susan begins taking off her coat.
"I don't understand why, I would think you of all people would be helpful." All that gets is a hollow laugh out of Abby.
"You would like to think I'd be helpful or at least have something to do. But I'll take a guess that you haven't seen the board yet…hm?"
"Nope." She replies, closing her locker as she slings her stethoscope around her neck, which causes her have to fix the collar of her white lab coat.
"Well, I'll fill you in." Abby starts as she drops the pen and looks up to the blonde doctor.
"As of, maybe ten, we've had a grand total of eight patients, half of which are already gone. Triage is empty except for the homeless woman who comes in every Wednesday because she thinks that Tuesday brings on brain tumors, so that leaves squat to do." Susan laughs softly, taking a sip of the coffee she poured into the Styrofoam cup as the nurse explained the situation.
"What time do you get off?" Abby looks down at her watch with a yawn.
"Hour and half, and believe me, I'm going home and crashing, and not waking up until the blue moon shines down upon our pitiful city . . ." Her voice fades out as she stares dreamily out the window at the snow. Susan sighs with a shake of her head.
"You really need some coffee and some sleep." She comments with a chuckle while striding out of the small room. Abby runs a hand through her hair and cracks her neck. Then her head flops over to the window again.
"Oh what a pitiful city . . ."
Theme song starts with credits.
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