Chapter 4 :


(this chapter is a bit shorter, but we're both quite busy these days! :-)

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By Morphea

In exam 2, a couple was tearing each other apart:
"You left me alone with two kids!!" Carol said, sobbing.
"But I didn't even know you were pregnant!" Doug answered.
"Well... er... er... You should have guessed! HA!"
"And how could I have guessed?"
"Maybe if you were a bit considerate, you would have!"
"I'm NOT inconsiderate!!"
"Oh yeah? Quote someone who's less considerate than you, if you can!"
"Errr... Romano?"
Meanwhile, at Romano's...
"I WANT TO SPEEEEEND MYYYY LIIIIFETIIIME LOVIN' YOOOUU!!"
In exam 2... Carol considered Doug's answer for a few seconds.
"Yeah... You're probably right... Oh, Doug, I'm sorry..."

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By Neryl

Meanwhile, on the roof... Elizabeth was still there and the weather was still snowy. She was standing next to the door, a bit sheltered from the snow. Suddenly she heard an increasing roar. She looked up to the sky to see where it came from. After a few minutes, she finally saw an helicopter that was flying, or at least was trying to fly. In fact there was a man hung to the left kind-of-long-ski-the-helicopter-land-on. Now the helicopter was flying above the roof where Elizabeth was. The man was now hung only by one arm. The helicopter was now swinging from right to left, obviously trying to make the man let go. That's what happened after a few seconds. He landed on the roof of the Cook County Hospital, just at Elizabeth's feet.
Then the man got up and started rubbing himself from the snow. He took up his hat that has fallen during his fall, put it back on his head and said:
"I'm Walker, Texas Ranger."
"Nice to meet you. Elizabeth Corday."
"Where am I exactly?"
"You're on the roof of the Cook County Hospital."
"In "E.R."?"
"Yes."
" Shit... I failed in my stunt."
"I think so."
"Well, I was pleased to meet you but I have to go. There is danger somewhere and this is where a ranger should be."
Then, Walker stepped over the little wall that separated them from the space and jumped. He must be a real American man, with the whole outfit : the jeans, the cowboy hat, and the blue shirt. She was so tired and disconcerted that she did not even worry about what Walker had become.
Elizabeth bent down and took something up. It was a cell telephone.
At least there was a positive aspect to all this stuff : she may be able to phone someone. Despite her frozen fingers, she managed to switch the phone on. Then she dialed the number of the E.R.. She took the phone next to her ear and heard an unpleasant ringing.
The battery was low.


Meanwhile, Mark was taking care of an old man suffering from a strange headache.

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By Morphea

"So, Mr... er... 'Nobody'???" Mark said, reading the old man's chart. "I guess that's not your real name."
"Of course not."
"But... Why didn't you give us your true name?"
"Because it's a secret."
"Ah. Yeah, right..."
Why everyone seemed to be completely twisted today, except himself? Mark wondered. Maybe it was the full moon... Sometimes it had strange effects on some people...
"Anyway... You complained about headaches?"
"Well, not really. In fact it's a secret code. I'm just waiting for my informer.
"Yeah... Of course... I should have guessed it... Er... I'll come back later, ok?"
"Ok, but make sure no one disturbs me and my informer when he'll be there."
"I will..."
Mark got out of the room and headed for the admit desk:
"Randi, call a psych. It's for exam 1."
"Ok! Um, Dr Greene... I haven't any news about the surgeons... There isn't any around. Only Benton, but he's kind of... er... unavailable."
"And you still don't know where Elisabeth is?"
"Hey, you're the one she's dating... YOU should know."
"Ok, ok... What about Romano?"
At the same moment, at Romano's:
"I DON'T WANT A LOOOOOOVER! I JUST NEED AAAAA FRIEND!"
Back to the admit desk:
"You can try to call him too if you want. He's probably not even at home." Randi said, shrugging. "I tried to ask Dr Weaver what I was supposed to do, but she seemed a bit... away... In my opinion, people will soon begin to complain. I mean... It's an hospital, we're supposed to have surgeons... Maybe there's a surgeon strike?"
"I don't know... Well... I suppose I'd better try to find Elisabeth..."


Kerry was drumming nervously with her nails on her office's desk. Was she becoming completely mad? She remembered having killed Malucci. Or at least seriously wounded him. And then she had saw him in the lounge, apparently uninjured. So who the hell had she attacked? She was beset by doubts. She had to find out.


Conni got out of exam 4 and called: "Dr Carter! Dr Benton's waking!"
"I'm coming, Conni." Carter answered from the other side of the hallway. He finished to fill in his chart and put in on the rack at the admit desk. Then, he walked in exam 4:
"Feeling better?... That was a pretty fall, Dr Benton, uh?"
Benton, laying in the bed, frowned. "Who's Dr Benton? And who are you?"
"You mean... You don't remember who you are?"
"Of course I DO remember who I am! But I've never heard of that Dr Benton you're talking about."
"You're sure you remember who you are?" Carter asked skeptically.
"How could I forget? I'm internationally famous! I'm Killer Joe, the famous wrestler!"
"A wrestler. Yeah. Of course."
"Haven't seen my last match, against Bill the Butcher?"
"I must admit I didn't... Ahem... I... I think we'd better do some cranial scans. Should have done them earlier..."


Dave put the pockets of blood in place, and giggled. That would be a good one. Probably one of his best. Now everything was prepared, so he'd better get out of there before someone saw him and spoiled his prank. He opened the lounge door just in time to face Kerry, his gaze meeting her bloodshot eyes. Uh-oh, he thought. Seeing her coming back probably wasn't a very good sign...

(I shouldn't stop writing there. I perfectly know it, because Neryl is a serial killer (license to kill level 9). But I do anyway...)


End of Chapter 4...

Will Kerry kill Dave (for the second time)?
Will Benton organize a wrestling contest in the ER?
And who is the mysterious informer of Mark's patient?

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