CHAPTER 2: Abby
Have you ever had that feeling where you know that your day's really going to suck? Well, today, I definitely had that feeling. As if the day that my maniac of a mom showed up out of the blue wasn't bad enough! I can still hear her screaming her head off while Carter and Luka had to put her in restraints just so they could give her some Haldol to calm her down. To this day, I still don't know who needed it more, her or me.
"I cannot believe this traffic," I grumbled as I drank the last of my capuccino. "There had better not be somebody up there playing a joke, because if there is, I am so going to tear them a new one."
"You're sounding a lot like Kerry these days," Luka commented.
"No, this is what Kerry sounds like: 'Dammit, Malucci, stop trying to get into that intern's pants and get your pinhead over here!'"
Both of us practically laughed ourselves sick over that. And in case you're wondering, Luka was laughing the same way he did the time that he put those joke snakes, or whatever the hell you call those things, in my purse. And I'll tell you, I never would've imagined someone as masculine as him having such a girly laugh.
We would've gone on for hours if we didn't hear a frantic pounding on my window. I looked, and there was a girl who looked like she was about twelve or thirteen years old. She had rainbow-colored hair, and was dressed all in black.
"Somebody help us!" she shouted.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. What's wrong?" I asked as Luka and I unbuckled our seatbelts.
"My sister's been hit!" she sobbed as Luka and I jumped out of the car. "She's over by the El station!"
We followed the girl over to the El station, where we found another girl, who looked like she was fourteen or fifteen, lying in the crosswalk. She was lying there, holding her ribs, and groaning in pain. Her left leg was bent at a 30-degree angle, and blood was coming from her temples. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Luka asked as he knelt beside her.
"Dove," the girl whimpered.
"Dove, I'm Dr. Kovac, and this is Dr. Lockhart. We're going to help you, okay?" he said soothingly. "Abby, call an ambulance, and get me something to splint her leg."
While I was dialing, a woodpile underneath the steps caught my eye. I put the phone up to my ear, and reached for a piece of wood. "Hello, Kerry? It's Abby. Luka and I are outside the El station. A girl was just hit!" I reported. "I need an ambulance over here now!"
"Okay, I'll tell Gates to get Trauma One ready," Kerry answered.
"Got it. Thanks," I said, and as I hung up, I rushed the piece of wood back to Luka. "Here, take off your tie," I said as I yanked off my ascot and handed it to him.
I don't know who said what next, because I started to feel lightheaded. I guessed that Luka noticed, because he told me to sit down. And that's the last thing I remember before blacking out.