Chapter 4: The black Mercedes
Disclaimer: Y'll know what's mine and what isn't, right? Just to remind you, no doctors are mine, Lucy either. Alison, Mary, Tim, and Jason belong to moi!
"Is my sister OK, Doctor?" Tim asked Corday when she came in.
"How did you know about that?" Corday asked.
"I figured that was why the Doc was here... Do you know what's wrong with her?"
"Dr. Dave and Dr. Kovac are working on her and your nephew. I'm sure they'll be fine. They just seem to have a disease... Tim, could I ask you a question?"
"Sure!" Tim replied.
"When did the Doc first show up in your life?"
"Hmm.... About ten months ago maybe?"
"Hmm..." Corday thought.
"Hello!" Kerry said, annoyed into the phone. She was getting pretty angry. Carter and Abby were no where to be found, people kept dumping work on her, and no one seemed to notice her today. Even when she asked for someone else to pick up the phone no one heard her.
"Kerry? Oh thank God someone's there!"
"Abby? Where are you! You left without telling anyone where you were going!"
"We did tell someone! We told you! You nodded and told us to get out of there. You were in a pretty bad mood." Kerry rolled her eyes.
"What do you want?"
"We need an ambulance, and fast! Carter's been shot!"
"WHAT?!" Kerry screamed and stood up. Half the people around stared at her but she took no notice.
"Where are you?"
"I... I don't know!"
"What do you mean you don't know! You're supposed to know where you are!"
"Stop yelling, you'll attract attention!"
"SO?!"
"Calm down! He'll be fine. I can take care of him for now, but I need equipment. Lucy can-"
"Who's Lucy? I sure hope you aren't hallucinating, Abby, what did you have to drink?" No everyone in the room was looking at Kerry and Peter Benton came over, hearing Abby's name.
"What happened?" he asked her.
"Shhh!" Kerry told him.
"I sure hope you aren't shushing me, Weaver, because you're the one who's shouting! And I am NOT hallucinating!"
"Not you, Peter! And you haven't answered my question! Who's Lucy?"
"Uh, Lucy Nickels. She's visiting... She works at... Um, San Francisco Memorial. But still, we need help."
"How can you not know where you are? We can't have people driving around town looking for you!" there was a pause on Abby's end as she spoke to Lucy.
"Uh, Lucy says we're-" but what she said next was muffled.
"Abby, could you repeat that, I can't hear you?"
"Kerry? Are you still there?" Abby asked.
"Abby?" but the line went dead.
"What is going on? Where's Abby?" Peter asked.
"I have no idea..."
Abby began to pace up and down the street.
"Why did my batteries have to go out now?" Abby asked herself, tossing her cell phone back in the car.
"Why can't you drive him?" Lucy asked, sobbing. She was trying hard to control herself. She and Abby had bandaged his wound with some torn cloth from Lucy's shirt.
"Lucy, we're low on gas! We got lost three times trying to find this road and when we did, we weren't even sure it was the right one!"
"It's the right one if you want to go on to the trailer park. We're closer to the hospital then you think."
"Look around you, Lucy! We're in the countryside! I don't even think we're in Chicago any more!"
"We are still in Chicago and we aren't far from the city if *you* bother to look around! See it's over there! And the park's that way!" Lucy said, first pointing to her right, then to her left, "How much gas do you have?"
"We're running on empty!"
"NO! He can't die yet, he just can't! It's all my fault!" Lucy began to cry again.
"Snap out of it! You're a doctor... Or at least you used to be! It's a perforating wound! I'll try and find a pay phone!" Lucy took a deep breath.
"No, Abby, I need your help. Please!"
"Fine, I'll stay for a while until you have things under control," Abby promised and sat down next to Lucy to help.
"Lucy... Abby..." Carter's eyes opened.
"It's OK, Carter, we'll help you," Abby said.
"I still haven't finished being mad with you..." Carter whispered to Lucy, who smiled weakly at him.
"Entrance wound?" Abby asked, turning to Lucy.
"Uh, back...scapula,"
"Exit wound is the clavicle. OK, We have this under control, Lucy, everything will be OK."
"But we need more equipment! I... I don't know what to do!" Lucy was really panicking.
"I thought you were a brilliant doctor who never panicked? That's what your patients say anyway!"
"Well, that was them! This is Carter!"
"Then pretend it isn't. Keep it professional, Luce, you never used to do this, before! I mean the panicking."
"I've changed in the past year... I'm not who I used to be..." Abby looked up at Lucy and saw the tears in her eyes.
"Yes you are. Mary was right, you *are* an angel."
"Yeah, in that sense... but she wasn't far from the truth, either..."
"Relax, Mary, it was just a dream! Really, she's getting all scared over this dream!" Carol said to Mark.
"Mark..." Corday appeared at the door, "Have you seen Carter recently?"
"No, and neither has Carol. We haven't seen Abby either, this is her patient."
"They've been gone for hours! I hope they're all right..." Corday said, worried. Mark sighed.
"Does every woman in this hospital think they're going to die or something? Really, Lizzy, as I've been telling these two, they will be fine..."
"Wait!" Carol said, "Mary, did you recognize the man in your dreams?"
"No... I've never seen him before..."
"What did he look like?"
"I told you; he had brown hair, brown eyes... Oh I don't remember well..."
"Mark, Lizzy... Do either one of you have a picture of Carter?" Carol asked, slowly.
"Oh come on, Carol, you don't actually think this girl dreamed about Carter, do you?"
"Well, I don't know! That's why I need a picture of him to find out! And we think he's with Abby, don't we?"
"Well, Tim took a picture of him for the mysterious Doc... He gave it to me for a while..." Lizzy looked through her pockets, "Ah! Here it is..." she handed it to Carol and Carol showed it to Mary. Mary was just about to say something when,
"Uh, if I'm interrupting anything, I'm sorry, but we have a problem," all eyes turned to Peter who had just entered the room.
"Yes?"
"...Abby just called..."
"Yes..." Mark said.
"Carter's been shot."
"I told you! I told you he died!" Mary gasped and burst into tears.
"Oh dear..." Corday sighed, "Another one gone..."
"Huh? He isn't dead yet. Abby and Lucy are trying to keep him alive." Peter said.
"Lucy?" Carol, Mark, and Lizzy said together.
"Yeah, Lucy Nickels. She has some medical experience. Abby's friend."
"I'm sorry, sir, but you have it wrong!" Mary said, "Mr. Carter may not be dead, but I know who he's with and he's with the Doc! And that Abby lady. No Lucy. I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Where are they?" Corday asked Peter before he could say anything to Mary.
"That's the problem; we don't know." At this, Carol turned to Mary.
"Mary, think hard, but where were they in your dream?" she asked.
"Um... they were... On a road somewhere..."
"Where, damn it!" Peter demanded. Mary gave him a cowering look.
"I... I'm not sure... I think... maybe it was the road to the trailer park..."
"Do you know what it's called?" Lizzy asked.
"Um..." but she shook her head.
"I need a map and an ambulance!" Peter said, and left.
"What's going on?!" Dave asked, watching four doctors run by, but Luka thought he was speaking of the patient.
"She's delirious! Dave, she thinks you're-"
"Don't you hurt her! Stay away!" Alison screamed, her words were slurred as if she were drunk.
"No, not her! Them!" Dave said, pointing after the passing people.
"I don't know..." but as Dave and Luka watched their co-workers, they didn't see Alison sneak up behind Dave and grab him around the neck. Dave grabbed at her fingers. She was suffocating him and Luka was still looking after the doctors. Dave coughed and gasped, trying to get Kovac's attention.
"Fine, go get a glass of water, Dave, you sound terrible, and watch the patient, I'm going to go see what's- WHOA!" Kovac turned to Dave and saw him fighting for air.
"Don't hurt my friend! You won't go near Lucy, no, not you, you murderer!" Alison screamed and tightened her grip.
"Why does this hospital get all the crazy people?" Kovac asked, trying desperately to pry her hands off of Dave.
"HELP!" He screamed. Dave fell unconscious and Kovac had no other alternative then to put the woman unconscious and so, hit her on the head with a clip board very hard. It was the only thing he could think of at that crucial moment. She passed out, fast, still sweating like crazy.
"Dave, come on, wake up!" Kovac tried, desperately, to revive him, but for the moment, he was out cold.
"DAMMIT!" he swore.
"Carter... NO! His heart rate's failing!" Lucy began to panic again.
"Just shut up and do something about it!" Abby screamed.
"What do I do!" Lucy screamed back.
"I don't know!"
"AH!"
"AH!" Abby was panicking, too. Lucy closed her eyes, tight and shook her head. She then slapped Abby. Abby began to take deep breaths.
"I needed that," Abby said.
"You're supposed to be Miss Calm-and-Collective! I'm the panicky one! Are you stealing my job?"
"No, but could we switch for a while?"
"OK, Abby, why don't we both play the part of Miss Calm-and-Collective. Business, remember? You weren't like this when we were stabbed, were you?"
"Well, I didn't start screaming, but I wasn't exactly normal... And besides! We were in a hospital with other doctors and equipment and stuff! Here, we're on a dusty road side with no equipment, no doctors, and no ambulance on the way! The only thing we did was worry everyone at the hospital!" Lucy took a deep breath, pretending not to have heard.
"STOP THE TALKING START THE WORKING! CARTER'S DIEING HERE!" She screamed half to herself. Abby took a step back, but got the message and began to work.
"Your shirt is soaked! It won't take anymore blood!" Abby said, referring to the sleeve wrapped around Carter's wound. She looked up at Lucy expectantly who gave her a 'don't go there,' look.
"Oh no, here," she said, ripping off her other sleeve, "But no more! I'm not stripping here!" Abby gave her a disgusted 'how could you even think of that now,' look.
"Hey! It's a car!" Abby said, excited, "Maybe they can help!" but Lucy was watching the car as if it was a hearse come to take Carter away.
"We have to get out of here!" she said urgently. It was a black Mercedes and it looked sleek and clean. Lucy didn't like it.
"Why?" Abby didn't understand, "They could get us to the hospital!" and, though Lucy tried to stop her, she ran to the middle of the road and began to wave her arms.
"HEY!" she screamed, "STOP! We need help! Please!" but the car just kept on going. Abby didn't move. She thought the car was slowing down. Lucy was terrified! She knew who was behind the wheel of that car and she knew there was danger ahead.
"ABBY GET OUT OF THE WAY!" she screamed, and dived at her. She got Abby away from the car just in time. Abby watched in horror as the car passed right over the spot she had been standing in two seconds before. The car slowed down and stopped. A tall man with blond hair and a black suit stepped out of the car. Lucy scowled at him from below. When she pushed Abby out of they way, they had both fallen over.
"Hello, Lucy, it's time you go back where you belong," he said, viciously, and took out a gun.
Disclaimer: Y'll know what's mine and what isn't, right? Just to remind you, no doctors are mine, Lucy either. Alison, Mary, Tim, and Jason belong to moi!
"Is my sister OK, Doctor?" Tim asked Corday when she came in.
"How did you know about that?" Corday asked.
"I figured that was why the Doc was here... Do you know what's wrong with her?"
"Dr. Dave and Dr. Kovac are working on her and your nephew. I'm sure they'll be fine. They just seem to have a disease... Tim, could I ask you a question?"
"Sure!" Tim replied.
"When did the Doc first show up in your life?"
"Hmm.... About ten months ago maybe?"
"Hmm..." Corday thought.
"Hello!" Kerry said, annoyed into the phone. She was getting pretty angry. Carter and Abby were no where to be found, people kept dumping work on her, and no one seemed to notice her today. Even when she asked for someone else to pick up the phone no one heard her.
"Kerry? Oh thank God someone's there!"
"Abby? Where are you! You left without telling anyone where you were going!"
"We did tell someone! We told you! You nodded and told us to get out of there. You were in a pretty bad mood." Kerry rolled her eyes.
"What do you want?"
"We need an ambulance, and fast! Carter's been shot!"
"WHAT?!" Kerry screamed and stood up. Half the people around stared at her but she took no notice.
"Where are you?"
"I... I don't know!"
"What do you mean you don't know! You're supposed to know where you are!"
"Stop yelling, you'll attract attention!"
"SO?!"
"Calm down! He'll be fine. I can take care of him for now, but I need equipment. Lucy can-"
"Who's Lucy? I sure hope you aren't hallucinating, Abby, what did you have to drink?" No everyone in the room was looking at Kerry and Peter Benton came over, hearing Abby's name.
"What happened?" he asked her.
"Shhh!" Kerry told him.
"I sure hope you aren't shushing me, Weaver, because you're the one who's shouting! And I am NOT hallucinating!"
"Not you, Peter! And you haven't answered my question! Who's Lucy?"
"Uh, Lucy Nickels. She's visiting... She works at... Um, San Francisco Memorial. But still, we need help."
"How can you not know where you are? We can't have people driving around town looking for you!" there was a pause on Abby's end as she spoke to Lucy.
"Uh, Lucy says we're-" but what she said next was muffled.
"Abby, could you repeat that, I can't hear you?"
"Kerry? Are you still there?" Abby asked.
"Abby?" but the line went dead.
"What is going on? Where's Abby?" Peter asked.
"I have no idea..."
Abby began to pace up and down the street.
"Why did my batteries have to go out now?" Abby asked herself, tossing her cell phone back in the car.
"Why can't you drive him?" Lucy asked, sobbing. She was trying hard to control herself. She and Abby had bandaged his wound with some torn cloth from Lucy's shirt.
"Lucy, we're low on gas! We got lost three times trying to find this road and when we did, we weren't even sure it was the right one!"
"It's the right one if you want to go on to the trailer park. We're closer to the hospital then you think."
"Look around you, Lucy! We're in the countryside! I don't even think we're in Chicago any more!"
"We are still in Chicago and we aren't far from the city if *you* bother to look around! See it's over there! And the park's that way!" Lucy said, first pointing to her right, then to her left, "How much gas do you have?"
"We're running on empty!"
"NO! He can't die yet, he just can't! It's all my fault!" Lucy began to cry again.
"Snap out of it! You're a doctor... Or at least you used to be! It's a perforating wound! I'll try and find a pay phone!" Lucy took a deep breath.
"No, Abby, I need your help. Please!"
"Fine, I'll stay for a while until you have things under control," Abby promised and sat down next to Lucy to help.
"Lucy... Abby..." Carter's eyes opened.
"It's OK, Carter, we'll help you," Abby said.
"I still haven't finished being mad with you..." Carter whispered to Lucy, who smiled weakly at him.
"Entrance wound?" Abby asked, turning to Lucy.
"Uh, back...scapula,"
"Exit wound is the clavicle. OK, We have this under control, Lucy, everything will be OK."
"But we need more equipment! I... I don't know what to do!" Lucy was really panicking.
"I thought you were a brilliant doctor who never panicked? That's what your patients say anyway!"
"Well, that was them! This is Carter!"
"Then pretend it isn't. Keep it professional, Luce, you never used to do this, before! I mean the panicking."
"I've changed in the past year... I'm not who I used to be..." Abby looked up at Lucy and saw the tears in her eyes.
"Yes you are. Mary was right, you *are* an angel."
"Yeah, in that sense... but she wasn't far from the truth, either..."
"Relax, Mary, it was just a dream! Really, she's getting all scared over this dream!" Carol said to Mark.
"Mark..." Corday appeared at the door, "Have you seen Carter recently?"
"No, and neither has Carol. We haven't seen Abby either, this is her patient."
"They've been gone for hours! I hope they're all right..." Corday said, worried. Mark sighed.
"Does every woman in this hospital think they're going to die or something? Really, Lizzy, as I've been telling these two, they will be fine..."
"Wait!" Carol said, "Mary, did you recognize the man in your dreams?"
"No... I've never seen him before..."
"What did he look like?"
"I told you; he had brown hair, brown eyes... Oh I don't remember well..."
"Mark, Lizzy... Do either one of you have a picture of Carter?" Carol asked, slowly.
"Oh come on, Carol, you don't actually think this girl dreamed about Carter, do you?"
"Well, I don't know! That's why I need a picture of him to find out! And we think he's with Abby, don't we?"
"Well, Tim took a picture of him for the mysterious Doc... He gave it to me for a while..." Lizzy looked through her pockets, "Ah! Here it is..." she handed it to Carol and Carol showed it to Mary. Mary was just about to say something when,
"Uh, if I'm interrupting anything, I'm sorry, but we have a problem," all eyes turned to Peter who had just entered the room.
"Yes?"
"...Abby just called..."
"Yes..." Mark said.
"Carter's been shot."
"I told you! I told you he died!" Mary gasped and burst into tears.
"Oh dear..." Corday sighed, "Another one gone..."
"Huh? He isn't dead yet. Abby and Lucy are trying to keep him alive." Peter said.
"Lucy?" Carol, Mark, and Lizzy said together.
"Yeah, Lucy Nickels. She has some medical experience. Abby's friend."
"I'm sorry, sir, but you have it wrong!" Mary said, "Mr. Carter may not be dead, but I know who he's with and he's with the Doc! And that Abby lady. No Lucy. I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Where are they?" Corday asked Peter before he could say anything to Mary.
"That's the problem; we don't know." At this, Carol turned to Mary.
"Mary, think hard, but where were they in your dream?" she asked.
"Um... they were... On a road somewhere..."
"Where, damn it!" Peter demanded. Mary gave him a cowering look.
"I... I'm not sure... I think... maybe it was the road to the trailer park..."
"Do you know what it's called?" Lizzy asked.
"Um..." but she shook her head.
"I need a map and an ambulance!" Peter said, and left.
"What's going on?!" Dave asked, watching four doctors run by, but Luka thought he was speaking of the patient.
"She's delirious! Dave, she thinks you're-"
"Don't you hurt her! Stay away!" Alison screamed, her words were slurred as if she were drunk.
"No, not her! Them!" Dave said, pointing after the passing people.
"I don't know..." but as Dave and Luka watched their co-workers, they didn't see Alison sneak up behind Dave and grab him around the neck. Dave grabbed at her fingers. She was suffocating him and Luka was still looking after the doctors. Dave coughed and gasped, trying to get Kovac's attention.
"Fine, go get a glass of water, Dave, you sound terrible, and watch the patient, I'm going to go see what's- WHOA!" Kovac turned to Dave and saw him fighting for air.
"Don't hurt my friend! You won't go near Lucy, no, not you, you murderer!" Alison screamed and tightened her grip.
"Why does this hospital get all the crazy people?" Kovac asked, trying desperately to pry her hands off of Dave.
"HELP!" He screamed. Dave fell unconscious and Kovac had no other alternative then to put the woman unconscious and so, hit her on the head with a clip board very hard. It was the only thing he could think of at that crucial moment. She passed out, fast, still sweating like crazy.
"Dave, come on, wake up!" Kovac tried, desperately, to revive him, but for the moment, he was out cold.
"DAMMIT!" he swore.
"Carter... NO! His heart rate's failing!" Lucy began to panic again.
"Just shut up and do something about it!" Abby screamed.
"What do I do!" Lucy screamed back.
"I don't know!"
"AH!"
"AH!" Abby was panicking, too. Lucy closed her eyes, tight and shook her head. She then slapped Abby. Abby began to take deep breaths.
"I needed that," Abby said.
"You're supposed to be Miss Calm-and-Collective! I'm the panicky one! Are you stealing my job?"
"No, but could we switch for a while?"
"OK, Abby, why don't we both play the part of Miss Calm-and-Collective. Business, remember? You weren't like this when we were stabbed, were you?"
"Well, I didn't start screaming, but I wasn't exactly normal... And besides! We were in a hospital with other doctors and equipment and stuff! Here, we're on a dusty road side with no equipment, no doctors, and no ambulance on the way! The only thing we did was worry everyone at the hospital!" Lucy took a deep breath, pretending not to have heard.
"STOP THE TALKING START THE WORKING! CARTER'S DIEING HERE!" She screamed half to herself. Abby took a step back, but got the message and began to work.
"Your shirt is soaked! It won't take anymore blood!" Abby said, referring to the sleeve wrapped around Carter's wound. She looked up at Lucy expectantly who gave her a 'don't go there,' look.
"Oh no, here," she said, ripping off her other sleeve, "But no more! I'm not stripping here!" Abby gave her a disgusted 'how could you even think of that now,' look.
"Hey! It's a car!" Abby said, excited, "Maybe they can help!" but Lucy was watching the car as if it was a hearse come to take Carter away.
"We have to get out of here!" she said urgently. It was a black Mercedes and it looked sleek and clean. Lucy didn't like it.
"Why?" Abby didn't understand, "They could get us to the hospital!" and, though Lucy tried to stop her, she ran to the middle of the road and began to wave her arms.
"HEY!" she screamed, "STOP! We need help! Please!" but the car just kept on going. Abby didn't move. She thought the car was slowing down. Lucy was terrified! She knew who was behind the wheel of that car and she knew there was danger ahead.
"ABBY GET OUT OF THE WAY!" she screamed, and dived at her. She got Abby away from the car just in time. Abby watched in horror as the car passed right over the spot she had been standing in two seconds before. The car slowed down and stopped. A tall man with blond hair and a black suit stepped out of the car. Lucy scowled at him from below. When she pushed Abby out of they way, they had both fallen over.
"Hello, Lucy, it's time you go back where you belong," he said, viciously, and took out a gun.