Sound of Silence
- Chapter Three -
**Sorry if the medical jargon is wrong, I'm not very good at this!
Abby walked into a trauma room, "You paged a nurse?" she asked Carter who was working on someone with Susan Lewis and Kerry Weaver. "I think Dr Greene needs you to help him and Dr Kovac in the next room," Weaver butted in before Carter had a chance to speak. "Okay," Abby replied and walked into the next trauma room.
"Ah, Abby," Greene said as she entered. "We've got an MVA with major head trauma -" Before Mark could finish speaking several machines started bleeping very loudly. "He has stopped breathing," Kovac shouted over the machines. "Bag him," Mark told him. "He's loosing a lot of blood, start some transfusions, Abby," he instructed. Abby started to do what he said. Hooking the patient up to yet another drip she applied the blood bag. "Oh, no, we've lost the pulse," Luka said. "Start compressions," Mark instructed. "Abby, charge to three-hundred." "Clear!" No reaction. "Charge to 500." "Clear!" "Normal rhythm," Abby announced. After this they managed to get the patient back to normal stats and she was sent up to the OR for surgery.
Mark left the room and Abby continued to clean up, Luka stayed and helped her. They stayed in silence for a while until Abby spoke up. "I'm sorry about the way I acted yesterday," she proclaimed. "I've just been a little distressed recently and when you mentioned the alcohol thing I got very defensive." "It's okay," he accepted. "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions." "You were probably right to suspect that," she said. Luka's pager went off. "Ugh, it is so busy in here today, I'm sorry Abby but I've got to go. Remember whenever you need to talk I'm here - except when I'm being paged every two minutes!" He laughed. Abby smiled. "Okay, thanks." Luka grinned back and then left. Abby was alone, again.
Looking in the mirror in the bathroom Abby brushed through her hair. She stopped and started at herself. The grey bags under her eyes from her insomnia. The pale of her skin and her dry lips. She was wearing barely any make-up, not that she wore much but now she never felt like wearing it. Pointless. The door opened and she saw from the mirror that it was Susan Lewis. She continued brushing her hair and tied it up into a ponytail. She gave Susan a polite smile and then went to walk out.
"What have you done with Abby?" Susan said as she was just about to walk out. Abby turned around, slightly confused by what she said. "Excuse me?" "Oh, sorry, it's just you're Abby, you know, you're always chatting or joking," Susan explained, "I just wondered why you're suddenly not like that. It's like you're a different person or something." Abby gave a distant, feeble smile. "She's not here right now."
Later on, her shift had finished and she was walking home. As she passed a row of shops, one in particular caught her eye: a liquor store. She stood for a few moments determining a crucial decision. She eventually settled on going into the shop.
After purchasing a bottle of tequila she left the store but as she did she soon regretted it. Luka stood a few yards away from Abby. "What are you doing?" He said with the angriest expression Abby had ever seen cross Luka's face. "I - I -" Abby didn't know how to answer. "I can't believe you stood there and lied to me, Abby." She now noticed that his expression wasn't so much angry than it was disappointed. "I didn't lie to you, Luka, I swear," Abby started to explain herself, "I've only just bought this...I - I wasn't sure if I was even going to have it!" Luka just stared at her. "How can I believe you?" He said and walked away from their argument.
Abby slumped down on a bench near by. She unscrewed the lid off the bottle, hesitated for a moment but then took a swig of liquor. It tasted good, and Abby felt the sudden taste that she now realised she had been missing. She sat there, alone once again, in the dark night doing the one thing that scared her most: surrendering.
**Sorry if the medical jargon is wrong, I'm not very good at this!
Abby walked into a trauma room, "You paged a nurse?" she asked Carter who was working on someone with Susan Lewis and Kerry Weaver. "I think Dr Greene needs you to help him and Dr Kovac in the next room," Weaver butted in before Carter had a chance to speak. "Okay," Abby replied and walked into the next trauma room.
"Ah, Abby," Greene said as she entered. "We've got an MVA with major head trauma -" Before Mark could finish speaking several machines started bleeping very loudly. "He has stopped breathing," Kovac shouted over the machines. "Bag him," Mark told him. "He's loosing a lot of blood, start some transfusions, Abby," he instructed. Abby started to do what he said. Hooking the patient up to yet another drip she applied the blood bag. "Oh, no, we've lost the pulse," Luka said. "Start compressions," Mark instructed. "Abby, charge to three-hundred." "Clear!" No reaction. "Charge to 500." "Clear!" "Normal rhythm," Abby announced. After this they managed to get the patient back to normal stats and she was sent up to the OR for surgery.
Mark left the room and Abby continued to clean up, Luka stayed and helped her. They stayed in silence for a while until Abby spoke up. "I'm sorry about the way I acted yesterday," she proclaimed. "I've just been a little distressed recently and when you mentioned the alcohol thing I got very defensive." "It's okay," he accepted. "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions." "You were probably right to suspect that," she said. Luka's pager went off. "Ugh, it is so busy in here today, I'm sorry Abby but I've got to go. Remember whenever you need to talk I'm here - except when I'm being paged every two minutes!" He laughed. Abby smiled. "Okay, thanks." Luka grinned back and then left. Abby was alone, again.
Looking in the mirror in the bathroom Abby brushed through her hair. She stopped and started at herself. The grey bags under her eyes from her insomnia. The pale of her skin and her dry lips. She was wearing barely any make-up, not that she wore much but now she never felt like wearing it. Pointless. The door opened and she saw from the mirror that it was Susan Lewis. She continued brushing her hair and tied it up into a ponytail. She gave Susan a polite smile and then went to walk out.
"What have you done with Abby?" Susan said as she was just about to walk out. Abby turned around, slightly confused by what she said. "Excuse me?" "Oh, sorry, it's just you're Abby, you know, you're always chatting or joking," Susan explained, "I just wondered why you're suddenly not like that. It's like you're a different person or something." Abby gave a distant, feeble smile. "She's not here right now."
Later on, her shift had finished and she was walking home. As she passed a row of shops, one in particular caught her eye: a liquor store. She stood for a few moments determining a crucial decision. She eventually settled on going into the shop.
After purchasing a bottle of tequila she left the store but as she did she soon regretted it. Luka stood a few yards away from Abby. "What are you doing?" He said with the angriest expression Abby had ever seen cross Luka's face. "I - I -" Abby didn't know how to answer. "I can't believe you stood there and lied to me, Abby." She now noticed that his expression wasn't so much angry than it was disappointed. "I didn't lie to you, Luka, I swear," Abby started to explain herself, "I've only just bought this...I - I wasn't sure if I was even going to have it!" Luka just stared at her. "How can I believe you?" He said and walked away from their argument.
Abby slumped down on a bench near by. She unscrewed the lid off the bottle, hesitated for a moment but then took a swig of liquor. It tasted good, and Abby felt the sudden taste that she now realised she had been missing. She sat there, alone once again, in the dark night doing the one thing that scared her most: surrendering.