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Disclaimer: As you probably guessed, ER and its characters don't belong to any of us (sigh), otherwise we wouldn't be writing this but episodes scripts instead (sigh).
Censor: PG, because of some deliberate violence... :-)
Spoilers: 7th season spoilers? Not a chance... 'cause we're both French... And you know what spoilers are really for ? For people like us who won't be able to see the 7th season before next October... (another sigh) Spoilers are what keep us alive! (but you won't see any brain tumor in this fic...)
About the story: It's supposed to take place the 1st of April, and during the 6th season. Oh, and Lucy is alive. Call that the fanfics miracle. We wrote this FUNfic in turns, sometimes finishing the scene the other had begun... So the "~*~*" are there only to separate the writers, not the scenes... One last thing: maybe we made some vocabulary or grammar mistakes. But hey, we made our best, so PLEASE R&R!!
Things you should know before starting reading: This story is COMPLETELY TWISTED!! Now you're warned...
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By Morphea
"Time of death, 14:52." said Carter with a sigh. Another one he couldn't save. As everyone was leaving the trauma room, he threw his bloodstained gloves in the nearest garbage can and began to leave too. But something made him stop. A strange feeling. He turned back and looked toward the corpse: his left arm was hanging down from the gurney. Carter went closer and pushed the arm back on the gurney, glanced at it briefly and then headed again for the door. As he was about to leave, a movement caught his attention. He turned back once again: the corpse's left arm was still hanging down from the gurney.
What the hell is going on here? he wondered. Maybe rigor mortis had set in and caused the arm to fell... Yeah, it could be that... For the second time, he came back near the gurney, pushed the arm back on it. And waited. Just a few seconds, to see if the arm would fall once more. As it didn't move, Carter began to leave, but kept looking toward the corpse. He turned his head only a split second, but it was enough for the arm to fall again.
Carter began to turn pale. Something really weird was going on. He took a deep breath before coming near the gurney. Then he heard a faint sound, the sound someone would do trying to refrain from laughing. Carter gave a jump when he saw Dave raising suddenly from his hide-out behind the gurney, saying "April fool!"
"Oh god, Malucci..."
"You should have seen your face!" said Dave, grinning broadly. As Carter was staring at him with fury in his eyes, he added: "Oh come on, it was just a joke..."
"Try funny jokes next time, for a change."
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By Neryl
Shirley half-opened the door of the trauma room to say :
"Two traumas are coming. Car versus tractor."
"She said a tractor, didn't she?" said Dave
"Yep, she did."
Carter and Malucci went out of the trauma room to the counter. The traumas were already coming. Kerry had already listened the check-up of the first person while Mark was taking care of the second.
"Carter, ask Carol to come!" said Kerry
Then, Carter realized that the man lying on the gurney rang him a bell...
Carol was in the locker room. She was ready to go back home after her 12 hours shift. Suddenly Carter came in.
"Carol, I think you should come"
"No, I've finished my shift!"
"You really should come"
Carol followed Carter out of the locker room and both of them nearly started running to trauma 1. Kerry was going out of the room.
"What on earth ..." Carol darted a glance through the glass door and realized that the man lying on the gurney was Doug J .
"He was driving a tractor in his (nice) farm (ihyahihyaho). He wanted to avoid a cow and went on the road. There he met the driver of the car who was driving quite fast. His state is much more worrying." said Kerry.
"Is it serious for Doug?" asked Carol.
"No, thanks to his safety belt. He has only two ribs broken and a cranial trauma."
"Can I see him?"
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By Morphea
"Of course."
Carol rushed in the room:
"Doug! Are you all right? What happened?"
"Carol! I'm so happy to see you! Do you know if the cow pulled through?" asked Doug anxiously.
"What cow?"
"The cow I tried to avoid!"
"Oh... That cow... Well... I think it's okay. I haven't heard of any wounded cow."
Doug let out a sigh of relief. "I think I would feel really bad if something happened to her." "Er... Doug... Aren't you supposed to be in Seattle ?"
"Yeah, but I own a farm several miles from Chicago, never told you about it? Sometimes I come back there when I have a few days off."
Meanwhile, in trauma 2... Mark was taking care of the car driver. He was badly injured. "Give me a scalpel"
Chuny put something in his hand. Mark handled it, and quickly realized it was a plastic toy.
"No, the REAL one." said Mark, handing it back to Chuny, who gave him the real scalpel with a smile.
Hearing the machine's beep, Mark said: "We're loosing his pulse, let's shock him! Charge the paddles to one-fifty!"
"Er... Mark, I..." objected Chuny.
"Gimme those paddles! Stat!"
A split second after, Mark was shocking the patient. The beep kept resonating in the trauma room.
"Dr Greene, listen to me!"
About to shock him again, Mark turned towards Chuny, and saw her waving the disconnected plug of the machine. He looked at the defibrillators, then at the patient, and then at the defibrillators again.
"So... He's not really fibrillating, is he?" asked Mark.
Chuny inserted the plug in the outlet, and watched the signal that appeared on the screen of the machine: "Sinusal. It's normal."
Mark sighed and put the defibrillators back in their place. He checked the patient: he was stable.
"Dr Greene, I'm sorry, but I slipped and I accidentally disconnected the plug. It's all because of this slippery thing on the floor." complained Chuny.
"What slippery thing?"
End of chapter 1...
What is that damn slippery thing they're talking about?
Will they all go on with those stupid jokes?
And will Doug have to buy another tractor?
Stay tuned!
