Enter A Stranger
Part 5: Visitation Rights
Disclaimer: I do not own ER or any of the characters that are mentioned in this story, except for Maria and Mykalla which are purely 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.
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.
Elizabeth and Mark climbed the stairs. "Mark, go ahead. I want to check on Mykalla before I come to bed."
They parted ways, Mark to their bedroom and Elizabeth to Mykalla's. She pushed open the door quietly not wanting to wake Mykalla is she was sleeping.
Mykalla was curled up in a ball on her bed watching the rain roll down the window. She jumped slightly when she saw the light from the hallway cross the bed. Elizabeth entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mykalla rolled over to face her. Elizabeth wiped the few stray tears from Mykalla's face.
"Elizabeth, she's gonna be ok right? I'm just getting worried for no reason, everything's going to be fine."
"I'd love to give you a different answer, hun, but I really don't know. She was injured pretty badly."
"What happened?" Elizabeth looked at her wearily, unsure if she should share the details of Maria's injury. "Elizabeth, please. Just tell me... please."
"Yesterday there was a shooting at the Park Cafe. Maria and her father were injured. She was hit three times, once in the arm, stomach, and chest."
"That's serious isn't it?" interrupted Mykalla.
"Very. The shots to the arm and stomach weren't as serious as they could have been. The one in her chest..." Elizabeth paused trying to find a way to soften the blow that was coming. "The one in her chest, however, was in her right lung. We had to shock her heart to keep it beating, and to remove the bullet we had to deflate her lung."
"How long is she going to be in the hospital?" asked Mykalla, getting more worried.
"She's going to be in the ICU till at least Wednesday. Then she'll be in the hospital anywhere from one week to up to two months."
"But she's gonna be fine. People live through this type of injury all the time?"
"Mykalla, this is a very very serious injury. We really didn't expect her to make it this far. there is no way of telling how much damage was done," said Elizabeth. Mykalla turned away still trying to process what was being told to her. She got up and went over tot he window. She stared out and started to realize the seriousness of the situation. Elizabeth went over and stood behind her. She placed her arms around her, and tried to comfort her. "I can't promise you that everything is going to be fine, but she has some of the best doctors taking care of her. Benton and Romano are watching her. I'm back on Monday and I will be taking care of her... There's nothing you can do tonight, so why don't you get some sleep. if you want we can go tomorrow to see her."
Mykalla was quite unconvinced, but she knew that it was pointless to argue with Elizabeth. She climbed into bed. Elizabeth headed towards the door. "Don't worry. We are doing everything we can. Get some sleep," she said before leaving the room. Mykalla stared at the ceiling, and eventually drifted off into sleep.
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Mykalla stood in the hallway of the ICU floor with Elizabeth and Benton. The two doctors were discussing Maria's progress-or lack thereof. Mykalla was trying to listen to what they were saying but was having problems understanding all the medical terms. "Mykalla," said Peter, "I'm Dr. Benton. I just want to explain a few things to you before you go in. She has a tube down her throat to help her breath, so she won't be able to talk. She will probably be sleeping, if she is don't wake her. There will be machines that monitor her heart, brain activity and other things so there will be a lot of wires. Any questions you have, you can ask me or your sister."
Mykalla nodded. She and Elizabeth entered the room. No matter how much of a warning Benton had given her, it couldn't prepare her for what she saw in the hospital room. There were wires all connected to different monitors, each making a different beeping noise. She stood in the room in silence, unsure of what to do or say. The systematic mix of the beeping machines was enough to scare anybody, but the sight of her best friend asleep surrounded by them, made Mykalla cry. Elizabeth was looking over her chart, quite unsatisfied with what she was reading. The scene was too much to bear. Mykalla rushed out of the room and onto the elevator. She rode up to the top floor, and then back down to the bottom. She didn't know how many times she rode the height of the building. When she felt that she had clamed down enough, she pushed the button for the ICU floor.
She got off and went towards Maria's room. She looked in the window and saw that Elizabeth, Benton, and Romano were in there along with a few nurses. Mykalla slowly opened the door. "What's happening?" she asked in a very soft voice.
Romano turned to face her, "Get her OUT of here!" Mykalla stared at him, frozen in fear.
"Mykalla," said Elizabeth, "Go downstairs to the ER, Mark's working. Stay down there with him until one of us comes to get you." Mykalla nodded slightly and backed out of the room. She ran to the elevator, got on, and began pounding on the button for the ER. When the elevator doors opened, she ran out. She headed towards the admit desk, and ran right into Chleo.
"Woah! Slow down," Chleo said as she picked up the chart that had fallen in their crash. "What's amatter? You ok?" she asked Mykalla.
Mykalla shook her head, "I need to find Mar... Dr. Greene. Where is he?"
"He's with a patient right now. If you want you can sit in chairs and when he's done I can make sure he finds you," she replied.
"NO, I don't want to sit in chairs. I need to talk to him NOW!" she yelled at Chleo.
Hearing all the noise in the hallway Dave stepped out of Exam 4. "Chleo? What's going on?!" he asked.
"Nothing" ; "Dave!" said Chleo and Mykalla at the same time.
"Dave, where's Mark?" asked Mykalla as she walked over to him.
"He's with a patient. What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it, I just really need to find him," she said, her eyes still red and tear-filled. Malucci realized that something serious was going on, and turned Mykalla away from Chleo. "I'll handle it Chleo," he said.
"But what about your patient?" she asked pointing towards Exam 4.
"What patient? I was sleeping. Just tell Dr. Greene to come to the lounge when he's done." Malucci placed his hand on Mykalla's shoulder and lead her towards the lounge.
TO BE CONTINUED
Part 5: Visitation Rights
Disclaimer: I do not own ER or any of the characters that are mentioned in this story, except for Maria and Mykalla which are purely 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.
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.
Elizabeth and Mark climbed the stairs. "Mark, go ahead. I want to check on Mykalla before I come to bed."
They parted ways, Mark to their bedroom and Elizabeth to Mykalla's. She pushed open the door quietly not wanting to wake Mykalla is she was sleeping.
Mykalla was curled up in a ball on her bed watching the rain roll down the window. She jumped slightly when she saw the light from the hallway cross the bed. Elizabeth entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Mykalla rolled over to face her. Elizabeth wiped the few stray tears from Mykalla's face.
"Elizabeth, she's gonna be ok right? I'm just getting worried for no reason, everything's going to be fine."
"I'd love to give you a different answer, hun, but I really don't know. She was injured pretty badly."
"What happened?" Elizabeth looked at her wearily, unsure if she should share the details of Maria's injury. "Elizabeth, please. Just tell me... please."
"Yesterday there was a shooting at the Park Cafe. Maria and her father were injured. She was hit three times, once in the arm, stomach, and chest."
"That's serious isn't it?" interrupted Mykalla.
"Very. The shots to the arm and stomach weren't as serious as they could have been. The one in her chest..." Elizabeth paused trying to find a way to soften the blow that was coming. "The one in her chest, however, was in her right lung. We had to shock her heart to keep it beating, and to remove the bullet we had to deflate her lung."
"How long is she going to be in the hospital?" asked Mykalla, getting more worried.
"She's going to be in the ICU till at least Wednesday. Then she'll be in the hospital anywhere from one week to up to two months."
"But she's gonna be fine. People live through this type of injury all the time?"
"Mykalla, this is a very very serious injury. We really didn't expect her to make it this far. there is no way of telling how much damage was done," said Elizabeth. Mykalla turned away still trying to process what was being told to her. She got up and went over tot he window. She stared out and started to realize the seriousness of the situation. Elizabeth went over and stood behind her. She placed her arms around her, and tried to comfort her. "I can't promise you that everything is going to be fine, but she has some of the best doctors taking care of her. Benton and Romano are watching her. I'm back on Monday and I will be taking care of her... There's nothing you can do tonight, so why don't you get some sleep. if you want we can go tomorrow to see her."
Mykalla was quite unconvinced, but she knew that it was pointless to argue with Elizabeth. She climbed into bed. Elizabeth headed towards the door. "Don't worry. We are doing everything we can. Get some sleep," she said before leaving the room. Mykalla stared at the ceiling, and eventually drifted off into sleep.
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Mykalla stood in the hallway of the ICU floor with Elizabeth and Benton. The two doctors were discussing Maria's progress-or lack thereof. Mykalla was trying to listen to what they were saying but was having problems understanding all the medical terms. "Mykalla," said Peter, "I'm Dr. Benton. I just want to explain a few things to you before you go in. She has a tube down her throat to help her breath, so she won't be able to talk. She will probably be sleeping, if she is don't wake her. There will be machines that monitor her heart, brain activity and other things so there will be a lot of wires. Any questions you have, you can ask me or your sister."
Mykalla nodded. She and Elizabeth entered the room. No matter how much of a warning Benton had given her, it couldn't prepare her for what she saw in the hospital room. There were wires all connected to different monitors, each making a different beeping noise. She stood in the room in silence, unsure of what to do or say. The systematic mix of the beeping machines was enough to scare anybody, but the sight of her best friend asleep surrounded by them, made Mykalla cry. Elizabeth was looking over her chart, quite unsatisfied with what she was reading. The scene was too much to bear. Mykalla rushed out of the room and onto the elevator. She rode up to the top floor, and then back down to the bottom. She didn't know how many times she rode the height of the building. When she felt that she had clamed down enough, she pushed the button for the ICU floor.
She got off and went towards Maria's room. She looked in the window and saw that Elizabeth, Benton, and Romano were in there along with a few nurses. Mykalla slowly opened the door. "What's happening?" she asked in a very soft voice.
Romano turned to face her, "Get her OUT of here!" Mykalla stared at him, frozen in fear.
"Mykalla," said Elizabeth, "Go downstairs to the ER, Mark's working. Stay down there with him until one of us comes to get you." Mykalla nodded slightly and backed out of the room. She ran to the elevator, got on, and began pounding on the button for the ER. When the elevator doors opened, she ran out. She headed towards the admit desk, and ran right into Chleo.
"Woah! Slow down," Chleo said as she picked up the chart that had fallen in their crash. "What's amatter? You ok?" she asked Mykalla.
Mykalla shook her head, "I need to find Mar... Dr. Greene. Where is he?"
"He's with a patient right now. If you want you can sit in chairs and when he's done I can make sure he finds you," she replied.
"NO, I don't want to sit in chairs. I need to talk to him NOW!" she yelled at Chleo.
Hearing all the noise in the hallway Dave stepped out of Exam 4. "Chleo? What's going on?!" he asked.
"Nothing" ; "Dave!" said Chleo and Mykalla at the same time.
"Dave, where's Mark?" asked Mykalla as she walked over to him.
"He's with a patient. What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it, I just really need to find him," she said, her eyes still red and tear-filled. Malucci realized that something serious was going on, and turned Mykalla away from Chleo. "I'll handle it Chleo," he said.
"But what about your patient?" she asked pointing towards Exam 4.
"What patient? I was sleeping. Just tell Dr. Greene to come to the lounge when he's done." Malucci placed his hand on Mykalla's shoulder and lead her towards the lounge.
TO BE CONTINUED