Title: Be Still My Heart What If..
Parts: 3/?
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Weaver, Lucy, Carter
Beta Reader: Scotty Welles, Leyla
Notes: I finally got my new glasses, *bg*
Disclaimer: They're mine so * sticks tongue out*
The burning in her chest intensified with each breath, the fight in her
decreasing with every second that went by. Her eyelids were growing
heavy under the blanket of intense pain, driving her closer and closer
to darkness, whatever lay beyond.
She focused on the far door that was closed and tried to scream, to cry
out. Anything to let someone know that she was hurt. The inhuman croak
that emerged was barely loud enough for her own ears.
Her eyes drooped closed even as she felt herself slip away. 'I wonder
if anyone will even care...' The burning hot liquid rolling down her
near numb cheeks... unable to believe it could end like this...
It would not end like this...
John ran a hand over his face wearily. He couldn't get Weaver off his
mind. He'd only lived with her for a short time, but he believed that
during that time they had developed a close relationship. She had
taught him how to cook, or at least had tried.
They had spent many a night talking over a long glass of wine. She'd
eased up on the mask she kept so tightly in place at work and he, in
turn, had shared parts of himself that he also kept hidden.
He glared down at exam three. She had pushed him
away the minute she'd received her promotion, and in doing so he'd lost
a relationship that he'd come to depend on. Now she was developing that
same type of relationship with his student. Why? Why was she willing
to lock him out to only take another under her wing?
He felt the smooth wood of the lounge door under his palm, trying to
make his body enter. He was off now, he could go home and steam. His
feet began to move on their own, rushing towards the offending exam
room.
He dodged past Lydia with barely a glance and sped up. The door raced
at him in a haze, his hand already starting to grip the dim knob.
"Hey, Carter..."
John glared at the door before turning back to Malucci. "What is it?"
Malucci grinned wryly. "Dr. Kovac wants to see you."
John glanced back at the door and spun back, starting to follow
Malucci. His steps faltered slightly.
"Yo, Carter you coming?"
"Did you hear that?" Carter cocked his head straining for even the
slightest hint of noise.
"Hear what?"
"Like someone in a lot of pain..." He shivered slightly at the thought
of what could cause such pain in a person.
"Dude, we're in a hospital, everyone's in pain."
Carter watched him strutting off and sighed. He was sure he'd heard it.
A whimper or... He couldn't place it. It sounded so familiar though.
Shrugging it off, he started towards the front desk, unable to suppress
the feeling of dread.
Lucy checked her watch, making sure that Dr. Deraad saw. It had been
fifteen minutes and counting. Weaver would not be pleased. The only
good thing was that at least she'd get to see the redhead chew him out.
Well, good as long as she wasn't the one on the receiving end of
her...suggestions.
Deraad calmly walked out of the curtain area and slowly began the walk
towards exam three. Not letting Lucy's obvious signs of frustration
bother him, only making her more put out. Lucy tried to ignore him and
focused on their destination.
The details of the door. The blinds pulled closed with dark shadows on
them, an indication that the lights were off. A lesson she'd learned
the hard way. She frowned at that thought. Why would the lights be off?
Maybe Dr. Weaver had turned them off, after all the lights had seemed
to be bothering Paul.
The doorknob seemed dimmer somehow, as though the metal surface had
been stained by a dark substance. There were no noises she could hear,
but then again they were still ten feet away. Her frown deepened even
more as she started to feel the growing feeling of fear. Even from ten
feet away, she should have been able to hear something.
Paul's pacing, his constant mumbling or groans. Dr. Weaver's voice
echoing through the room or halls as she tried to soothe him, while she
ordered the many nurses and personal about. The light but constant
rapping of her crutch as she swiftly moved around.
Her eyes dropped in thought, freezing at what she saw. Her breathing
sped up even as her arm shot out, painfully gripping the psychiatrist's
arm.
"What...?" He followed her gaze and stopped walking at the sight of a
bloody footprint.
Lucy sped up to a jog, making the five feet and throwing the door open.
The room was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything. She
reached over, groping for the light switch. Her fingers hit it as her
eyes began to make out a puddle of something dark by the bed.
She flicked on the light, listening to the scream ringing out through
the ER. She wondered why the voice wouldn't stop. Her eyes were locked
onto the body lying on the floor as she tried to place the owner of the
voice.
"Lucy, what's...?"
She recognized Carter's voice behind her in the doorway, equally
concerned that something was wrong and annoyed that she was making such
a racket. But before she could turn to him and explain the horrifying
sight she'd discovered, it became obvious he'd already seen it himself.
"KERRY!! Oh God, what the hell happened?!" he yelled, pushing past her
to kneel by the bleeding woman's side.
"I don't know!" Lucy gasped. "I just left her with a patient, and
then..." She knew she should be treating the situation professionally,
diagnosing the injured woman, but the shock of it had her by the
throat. "I went to get Dr. Deraad, and..."
"Lucy, shut up and get some help!" Carter yelled at her, interrupting.
"Get a gurney, now! GO! RUN!!"
Spurred into action by her former teacher's voice, Lucy spun to the
doorway, only to collide with Malik, who entered with a backboard and
C-collar. Lydia and Chuny were behind him, with other necessary
supplies. She caught sight of Deraad in the hallway, staying back to
allow the nurses entrance, and realized that he must have run to get
help while she was screaming helplessly.
"Jesus, Kerry, stay with us," Carter pleaded even as his hands worked
to stanch the flow of blood. "Stay with me..."
The motions should have been familiar, rolling her onto the backboard,
lifting her to the gurney, rushing her to the Trauma rooms, but it had
the slow-motion, disconnected feel of a nightmare. It reminded Carter
of the time she'd collapsed from benzene exposure, leaving him and Anna
to save her life and a hundred others. That had been disturbing
enough, and that was long before he got to know Kerry as a person, as a
friend.
Kerry's eyes were open, looking at him, but she made no sound, and he
didn't know if she could see him or not. She's still breathing, he
told himself. She has a chance. I won't fail her. I can't fail her.
Parts: 3/?
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Weaver, Lucy, Carter
Beta Reader: Scotty Welles, Leyla
Notes: I finally got my new glasses, *bg*
Disclaimer: They're mine so * sticks tongue out*
The burning in her chest intensified with each breath, the fight in her
decreasing with every second that went by. Her eyelids were growing
heavy under the blanket of intense pain, driving her closer and closer
to darkness, whatever lay beyond.
She focused on the far door that was closed and tried to scream, to cry
out. Anything to let someone know that she was hurt. The inhuman croak
that emerged was barely loud enough for her own ears.
Her eyes drooped closed even as she felt herself slip away. 'I wonder
if anyone will even care...' The burning hot liquid rolling down her
near numb cheeks... unable to believe it could end like this...
It would not end like this...
John ran a hand over his face wearily. He couldn't get Weaver off his
mind. He'd only lived with her for a short time, but he believed that
during that time they had developed a close relationship. She had
taught him how to cook, or at least had tried.
They had spent many a night talking over a long glass of wine. She'd
eased up on the mask she kept so tightly in place at work and he, in
turn, had shared parts of himself that he also kept hidden.
He glared down at exam three. She had pushed him
away the minute she'd received her promotion, and in doing so he'd lost
a relationship that he'd come to depend on. Now she was developing that
same type of relationship with his student. Why? Why was she willing
to lock him out to only take another under her wing?
He felt the smooth wood of the lounge door under his palm, trying to
make his body enter. He was off now, he could go home and steam. His
feet began to move on their own, rushing towards the offending exam
room.
He dodged past Lydia with barely a glance and sped up. The door raced
at him in a haze, his hand already starting to grip the dim knob.
"Hey, Carter..."
John glared at the door before turning back to Malucci. "What is it?"
Malucci grinned wryly. "Dr. Kovac wants to see you."
John glanced back at the door and spun back, starting to follow
Malucci. His steps faltered slightly.
"Yo, Carter you coming?"
"Did you hear that?" Carter cocked his head straining for even the
slightest hint of noise.
"Hear what?"
"Like someone in a lot of pain..." He shivered slightly at the thought
of what could cause such pain in a person.
"Dude, we're in a hospital, everyone's in pain."
Carter watched him strutting off and sighed. He was sure he'd heard it.
A whimper or... He couldn't place it. It sounded so familiar though.
Shrugging it off, he started towards the front desk, unable to suppress
the feeling of dread.
Lucy checked her watch, making sure that Dr. Deraad saw. It had been
fifteen minutes and counting. Weaver would not be pleased. The only
good thing was that at least she'd get to see the redhead chew him out.
Well, good as long as she wasn't the one on the receiving end of
her...suggestions.
Deraad calmly walked out of the curtain area and slowly began the walk
towards exam three. Not letting Lucy's obvious signs of frustration
bother him, only making her more put out. Lucy tried to ignore him and
focused on their destination.
The details of the door. The blinds pulled closed with dark shadows on
them, an indication that the lights were off. A lesson she'd learned
the hard way. She frowned at that thought. Why would the lights be off?
Maybe Dr. Weaver had turned them off, after all the lights had seemed
to be bothering Paul.
The doorknob seemed dimmer somehow, as though the metal surface had
been stained by a dark substance. There were no noises she could hear,
but then again they were still ten feet away. Her frown deepened even
more as she started to feel the growing feeling of fear. Even from ten
feet away, she should have been able to hear something.
Paul's pacing, his constant mumbling or groans. Dr. Weaver's voice
echoing through the room or halls as she tried to soothe him, while she
ordered the many nurses and personal about. The light but constant
rapping of her crutch as she swiftly moved around.
Her eyes dropped in thought, freezing at what she saw. Her breathing
sped up even as her arm shot out, painfully gripping the psychiatrist's
arm.
"What...?" He followed her gaze and stopped walking at the sight of a
bloody footprint.
Lucy sped up to a jog, making the five feet and throwing the door open.
The room was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything. She
reached over, groping for the light switch. Her fingers hit it as her
eyes began to make out a puddle of something dark by the bed.
She flicked on the light, listening to the scream ringing out through
the ER. She wondered why the voice wouldn't stop. Her eyes were locked
onto the body lying on the floor as she tried to place the owner of the
voice.
"Lucy, what's...?"
She recognized Carter's voice behind her in the doorway, equally
concerned that something was wrong and annoyed that she was making such
a racket. But before she could turn to him and explain the horrifying
sight she'd discovered, it became obvious he'd already seen it himself.
"KERRY!! Oh God, what the hell happened?!" he yelled, pushing past her
to kneel by the bleeding woman's side.
"I don't know!" Lucy gasped. "I just left her with a patient, and
then..." She knew she should be treating the situation professionally,
diagnosing the injured woman, but the shock of it had her by the
throat. "I went to get Dr. Deraad, and..."
"Lucy, shut up and get some help!" Carter yelled at her, interrupting.
"Get a gurney, now! GO! RUN!!"
Spurred into action by her former teacher's voice, Lucy spun to the
doorway, only to collide with Malik, who entered with a backboard and
C-collar. Lydia and Chuny were behind him, with other necessary
supplies. She caught sight of Deraad in the hallway, staying back to
allow the nurses entrance, and realized that he must have run to get
help while she was screaming helplessly.
"Jesus, Kerry, stay with us," Carter pleaded even as his hands worked
to stanch the flow of blood. "Stay with me..."
The motions should have been familiar, rolling her onto the backboard,
lifting her to the gurney, rushing her to the Trauma rooms, but it had
the slow-motion, disconnected feel of a nightmare. It reminded Carter
of the time she'd collapsed from benzene exposure, leaving him and Anna
to save her life and a hundred others. That had been disturbing
enough, and that was long before he got to know Kerry as a person, as a
friend.
Kerry's eyes were open, looking at him, but she made no sound, and he
didn't know if she could see him or not. She's still breathing, he
told himself. She has a chance. I won't fail her. I can't fail her.