Abby jogged across the street to the hospital, an ambulance was just pulling in and she was late for her shift.
The paramedics pulled the patient out.
"Female, 34, tachy over 140, friend stabbed her in the abdomen with a butcher knife."
Abby sighed and paced to keep up.
"Ma'am what's your name?" "Julia." She sounded a bit panicked.
"OK don't worry Julia, we're going to take good care of you, okay."
"Are you on any medication Julia?"
Abby quickly took her coat off while they were quickly going to an exam room and through it towards Neela who was at the administrative desk, waiting a few seconds for the the women to respond.
"Julia?" A nurse that Abby didn't recognize was trying to get Julia to respond.
Julia opened her eyes a bit as they put her on the exam table.
"Uh... yeah, aspirin and plentox something... ahhh!" The women bent in half in pain, some personnel attempted to hold her down.
Plentox... Abby went through a small list of drugs in her head that she could think of.
The women had tachycardia, obviously from the injury, but maybe?
"pentoxifylline Julia?"
The women nodded, and puked blood.
"Shit, Sam give her some prophylaxis and analgesics."
Abby quickly inserted some catheters, the patient was quickly losing color, she had been stabbed pretty badly, the cops were waiting outside the room, obviously waiting for either Julia to wake up, or someone to give them information about the patient, contacts, and who was the friend that had stabbed her.
"Losing pulse, brady 65."
The patient was losing a lot of blood, and the transfusion she was getting, wasn't quick enough to replace the blood she was losing, Abby wished she could just stitch the patient back up, but to many viscerals had been damaged.
Only after doing a four quadrant packing did Abby relax.
A med student caught her attention.
"Uh... Doctor Lockhart? Your patients hemorrhaging."
Abby rolled her eyes.
"Hey you, ever placed an aortic clamp?" She pointed to a pale and shaking student.
"Uh no ma'am this is my first day in the ER."
Abby nodded, Pratt walked in the room to help repair the damage to the patient while Abby tried to teach the student what to do in the case of a Mid line inframesocolic hemorrhage.
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Yuck, she had blood over her clothes, sighing she stripped and got into a pair of scrubs.
Was it just her or were medical students getting stupider and stupider each year, she would tell them something, and they would guess a different cause, one that was obviously wrong.
A guy comes in complaining of chest pain, you don't go telling him; he's having angina which might lead to an MI, no! You do tests dammit, and if it is, you put him on A.S.A, beta-blockers and so forth and tell him to stop eating fatty food!
OK so maybe she was overreacting, for some reason small things seemed to be getting on her nerves lately.
Not that, that wasn't unusual, but she felt off, ever since she had broken it off, with what's his face, she couldn't seem to get her groove back on.
"Hello Abby." Abby shot a look at Luka, or Dr. Kovac, whatever the entire female and some male staff saw in him she would never know... he wasn't that cute... ok so he was a little cute, but...
"Oh god" She put a hand to her mouth and ran to the bathroom, well tried to anyway, as she didn't exactly make it and ended up vomiting all down Morris's front. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Oh that's just great." Morris through his hands up. \
"I'm fine." Abby protested as Luka motioned for Abby to lay down on her back, even so she did as she was told.
"You just puked on Morris, I commend you, but you are obviously not fine."
The curtains that were keeping their privacy were pushed aside.
"Hey either of you know where my patient is? The one with the ulcers?"
Abby frowned.
"No why?"
Ray started walking away.
"Oh he left before I got time to prescribe him some omeprazole."
Abby nodded.
"Ah stop that, your hands are cold." Abby glared at Luka as he pressed down on her abdomen.
"Ok so I can't see anything obviously wrong with you."
Abby sat up.
"Told you I was fine."
The curtains got pulled aside.
"You guys almost done? We need the bed for some more serious patients."
"Yes, Pratt we are." Abby got off the bed.
"Oh hey no we aren't. You still need to get some blood tests done just in case."
Patting Luka in the back, Pratt motioned for his patient to take the bed, Abby had been in.
"Tough luck."
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"God! I am fine, can't you people just leave me alone."
Abby backed away from the group of interns, med students and nurses that had heard of her incident involving Morris.
"Have you had your flu shot?" A medical student started to follow her.
"What? Yes I have, why?"
"Well the flu is a very common cause for nausea and vomiting, and you know it is that time of the year again."
Abby rolled her eyes.
"I know, but tell me... uh... " She thought for a second trying to remember the students name, coming up with nothing, she decided to skip the name part.
"Have you had your shot yet?"
The student proceeded to stutter, trying to explain that he had.
Once at the admin desk, Abby grabbed a few charts, taking the ones that she thought might be either interesting or a quick in and out.
"Oh hey Neela, here's a good one for you anemic, 42 year old, passed out at work." Neela grabbed the chart.
"Fine I'll take that one, if you take this one."
Abby shrugged, her shift wasn't that far in.
"PKD? Oh you have got to be kidding me." But before she had the chance to give the chart back, Neela had already left.
She wasn't in the mood for a terminal.
"Abby!" She turned to look for who was calling her, rolled her eyes, and started walking towards where her patient was being held.
"Abby, oh come on." Luka jogged to keep up with her.
"Abby will you slow down?"
"No as a matter of fact I can't, if you can't tell, there are people dying in this ER, any second left slacking off; could mean another patient dying."
Abby stopped in front of exam room 2.
"Yes, well in that case then, when you're done your shift, I want you to stay for some blood tests, it will be quick, and painless."
Tilting her head, Abby grinned.
"Yes I'm sure, please Luka, I work here, so I'm very aware that by quick you mean 6 hours, on top of that I still have about that long left to work, and by the time I'm done with those blood tests my next shift will start. If I get sick again, then I will get checked out; in the mean time, I have a patient having a reaction to Benzothiazines, a patient with PKD who's tachy and refuses to take his beta-blockers, ok?"
Luka smartly refused to respond.
"What's up with her." Sam popped up beside him, and watched Abby walk away.
"Ah nothing, anyway have you thought more about you and me moving in together?"
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"Ok listen Mr Coulson, not taking your medication will only increase your problem."
The guy snorted.
"Like it matters."
Hitting her chart lightly against her hand, Abby thought about the proper course of action, how will she convince this guy to take his meds.
"Your beta-blockers keep your blood pressure down."
The guy nodded, like he didn't already know that.
"Yeah well so does, not eating salt, but I like salt godda---t, what does it matter anyway, I'm going to die eventually, earlier than most people, but I'm going to die, I hate taking all those meds, and I hate being on edge waiting for someone willing to donate me new kidneys, I just... can't you just understand."
Abby nodded, attempting to be sympathetic, the problem was, her job was to save lives, not letting people kill themselves.
"It will give you more time."
"I'm already undergoing dialysis once a week, how much longer do I have." The guy was pretty set in his ways.
Shaking her head, Abby knew there wasn't really anything she could do.
"Alright, is there anything I can actually help you with then?"
The guy nodded pulling the sleeve of his shirt up.
"Yeah, could you fix this up?" His arm was bent out of shape obviously broken.
"Ok, I'll do just that."
Running a hand over the back of her hair, she motioned him to hold his arm out so she could get a better look.
If you couldn't tell this takes place during season 11