Enter A Stranger
Part 3: Trama
Disclaimer: I do not own ER or any of the characters that are mentioned in this story, except for Maria and Mykalla which are purly fictional. If you do not like this story please be a responsible reader and review it otherwise I will not know what you have to say. WARNING: There are some spoilers for Season Seven episodes.
Note: This is my first fanfic so bear with me, I am still trying to figure everything out.
Summary: Mark and Elizabeth meet their new house mate and are forced to incorporate her into their lives.
Th El train pulled up to the platform and the three got on. Five mintues into the train ride a beeper went off. Both Mark and Elizabeth checked their pagers. "Multiple GSW's going into County. They need me to go in," siad Mark. "I got the same message," added Elizbaeth, "Sorry Mike, I guess you have to come with us."
They got off the train and ran down the stairs and into the ER. Mark and Elizabeth threw their coars in the lounge and quickly pulled on scrubs. "Mykalla, stay in here. There's some magazines and stuff on the table, and there's soda in the fridge," said Elizbaeth as seh ran out the door.
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Elizabeth pushed open the doors of Trama 1. "What do we have?"
The paramedic started ,"15 year old female. GSW to the left arm, abdomen and right chest. BP 180 over 90. Stopped breathing five minutes out, intibated in the rig."
Elizbaeth went around to the victim's head. She listened to her lungs. "The bullet is in the right lung. We need to stablize her and get her up to the OR immediatly. Chuni call up and free a room."
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Mark entered Curtain Area 3. He grabbed the partially filled out chart off the table. "Mr. Johnson, can you explain to me what happened."
"We were in the Park Cafe and this guy comes in and starts shooting the place up. I'm fin, it's only a scrath. I reall yneed to find my daughter," he said and stood to leave. Mark stopped him.
"We need to fix you up first. WHat's your daughter's name, I'll find out where she is," said Mark.
"Maria Johnson"
Mark took the man's jacket off and looked at the gash on his arm. "The bullet only grazed your arm. I'll get someone to do the suturing and I'll go see where your daughter is." He replaced the chart and pushed open the curtain. "Abby, come here. Mr. Johnson needs stiches."
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"V-tac," said Elizabeth, "Malucci start compressions. Charge paddles to 200... Clear." the beeping stopped and the almost straight green line changed bakc to peaks and valleys. "are we ready to move her upstairs?"
She started to push the gurney towards the doors. Mark pushed them open, "Is that Maria Johnson?"
"Yeah, we're taking her up to the OR. Why?" replied Elizabeth.
"Her father is in Curtain Area 3. He wants to know how she is."
"Malucci, go talk to the father. Mark'll help me take her upstairs. When you finihs Dave, can you check on my sister? She's in the lounge."
"Sure thing boss," replied Dave.
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Malucci entered the lounge. "Anybody here?" he asked.
"Yeah," came a voice from the couch. Mykalla sat up. "Hi. I'm Mykalla, and you are?"
"Dr. Dave. You're Dr. Corday's sister? I expected you to be older, or at least look like her. How old are you?"
"16. Hey, what's going on out there?" she asked.
"Some guy walked into a restuarante and just started shooting. We took the worst ones up to the OR already."
"Is everyone ok?" she asked.
"As far as I know... I have to go out to the desk. you staying here?"
"Do you mind if I go out front with you? It's getting kinda boring back here."
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"So, when a patient comes in you write their name and cheif complaint on the board. You have to make sure you put your name next to it in this space so that no one else take them. Pretty east, huh?" said Malucci.
"Yeah. Is it always like this?" Mykalla asked.
"Like what?"
"Nobody in here one minute, crazy the next, and back to nobody?"
"Of course. This was nothing. There are some tramas where criticals just keep coming in. You get ust about enough time to change gloves before you have someone else in front of you. Those are the cool ones."
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Elizabeth and Mark stepped off the elevator. They headed towards the doctor's lounge, and entered it. After realizing that there was no one there, they went over to where Malucci was standing. "Dr. Malucci, did you see where my sister went?"
"Mykalla's right here. I was just explaining the board to her," he replied.
"Are you ready to go home?" she asked Mykalla.
"Sure... bye Dave. It was nice to meet you." The three left the hospital and headed home.
To Be Continued
Part 3: Trama
Disclaimer: I do not own ER or any of the characters that are mentioned in this story, except for Maria and Mykalla which are purly fictional. If you do not like this story please be a responsible reader and review it otherwise I will not know what you have to say. WARNING: There are some spoilers for Season Seven episodes.
Note: This is my first fanfic so bear with me, I am still trying to figure everything out.
Summary: Mark and Elizabeth meet their new house mate and are forced to incorporate her into their lives.
Th El train pulled up to the platform and the three got on. Five mintues into the train ride a beeper went off. Both Mark and Elizabeth checked their pagers. "Multiple GSW's going into County. They need me to go in," siad Mark. "I got the same message," added Elizbaeth, "Sorry Mike, I guess you have to come with us."
They got off the train and ran down the stairs and into the ER. Mark and Elizabeth threw their coars in the lounge and quickly pulled on scrubs. "Mykalla, stay in here. There's some magazines and stuff on the table, and there's soda in the fridge," said Elizbaeth as seh ran out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elizabeth pushed open the doors of Trama 1. "What do we have?"
The paramedic started ,"15 year old female. GSW to the left arm, abdomen and right chest. BP 180 over 90. Stopped breathing five minutes out, intibated in the rig."
Elizbaeth went around to the victim's head. She listened to her lungs. "The bullet is in the right lung. We need to stablize her and get her up to the OR immediatly. Chuni call up and free a room."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark entered Curtain Area 3. He grabbed the partially filled out chart off the table. "Mr. Johnson, can you explain to me what happened."
"We were in the Park Cafe and this guy comes in and starts shooting the place up. I'm fin, it's only a scrath. I reall yneed to find my daughter," he said and stood to leave. Mark stopped him.
"We need to fix you up first. WHat's your daughter's name, I'll find out where she is," said Mark.
"Maria Johnson"
Mark took the man's jacket off and looked at the gash on his arm. "The bullet only grazed your arm. I'll get someone to do the suturing and I'll go see where your daughter is." He replaced the chart and pushed open the curtain. "Abby, come here. Mr. Johnson needs stiches."
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"V-tac," said Elizabeth, "Malucci start compressions. Charge paddles to 200... Clear." the beeping stopped and the almost straight green line changed bakc to peaks and valleys. "are we ready to move her upstairs?"
She started to push the gurney towards the doors. Mark pushed them open, "Is that Maria Johnson?"
"Yeah, we're taking her up to the OR. Why?" replied Elizabeth.
"Her father is in Curtain Area 3. He wants to know how she is."
"Malucci, go talk to the father. Mark'll help me take her upstairs. When you finihs Dave, can you check on my sister? She's in the lounge."
"Sure thing boss," replied Dave.
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Malucci entered the lounge. "Anybody here?" he asked.
"Yeah," came a voice from the couch. Mykalla sat up. "Hi. I'm Mykalla, and you are?"
"Dr. Dave. You're Dr. Corday's sister? I expected you to be older, or at least look like her. How old are you?"
"16. Hey, what's going on out there?" she asked.
"Some guy walked into a restuarante and just started shooting. We took the worst ones up to the OR already."
"Is everyone ok?" she asked.
"As far as I know... I have to go out to the desk. you staying here?"
"Do you mind if I go out front with you? It's getting kinda boring back here."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So, when a patient comes in you write their name and cheif complaint on the board. You have to make sure you put your name next to it in this space so that no one else take them. Pretty east, huh?" said Malucci.
"Yeah. Is it always like this?" Mykalla asked.
"Like what?"
"Nobody in here one minute, crazy the next, and back to nobody?"
"Of course. This was nothing. There are some tramas where criticals just keep coming in. You get ust about enough time to change gloves before you have someone else in front of you. Those are the cool ones."
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Elizabeth and Mark stepped off the elevator. They headed towards the doctor's lounge, and entered it. After realizing that there was no one there, they went over to where Malucci was standing. "Dr. Malucci, did you see where my sister went?"
"Mykalla's right here. I was just explaining the board to her," he replied.
"Are you ready to go home?" she asked Mykalla.
"Sure... bye Dave. It was nice to meet you." The three left the hospital and headed home.
To Be Continued