Chapter 8: Mixed Up Emotions
The two were still in silence when they heard the blades of the helicopter.
"Kyle! Kyle! Kyle's back!" they declared, a little too excited. Kyle landed nearby and ran to them.
"How's Dave?" Abby asked, climbing into the chopper with Carter.
"What?" Kyle couldn't hear over all the noise.
"How's Dave?!" Abby asked, louder this time.
"Malucci?"
"YES!" Carter and Abby screamed together.
"Well, I don't rightly know! Something about intubating..."
"Intubating?!" Abby looked at Carter, worried.
"He'll be fine, Abby, I'm sure of it!" or was he just saying this to reassure himself as well?
"Where's Kovac?" Kerry asked, trying to juggle two patients at once.
"Drove Abby home, it's not his shift!" Peter said as he ran by. Things had certainly picked up around the ER.
"Yeah? Well, I paged him and got nothing!" Kerry called.
"Can't help you there! Yes, Ms. Smith, I know that your stomach aches, but give me a minute!" Peter replied. Kerry let out a frustrated sigh. Suddenly, the phone rang. Kerry ignored it at first, then she noticed that no one was answering it.
"Where's Randi?"
"Dunno!" said Mark, "But you're patient is screaming for you, Kerry, and I mean that literally."
"Tell her I will be just a minute! Do you know where Jerry is?" Kerry was now picking up the phone and Mark shook his head, "County General!"
"Um... a Dr. Kovac told me to call a Dr. Kerry Weaver at the Cook County General Hospital in Chica-"
"Yes, yes, you have the right person, what is it?" Kerry was busy and frustrated.
"Well there's no need to get all snotty on me!" the woman on the other end was offended.
"Well?"
"Oh, yeah, right, I am calling to inform you that Dr. Malucci will be fine as soon as they just-"
"Wait, what?" Kerry asked.
"Dr. Malucci? Dr. David Malucci?"
"Yes, I know him, but what happened?"
"Well, all I know is what Dr. Kovac told me."
"Could I speak with Dr. Kovac?" Kerry demanded.
"Um, not at this moment, ma'am, no, sorry," Kerry gave another frustrated sigh.
"Where is Dr. Kovac and Dr. Malucci?" she asked.
"Dr. Kovac is busy working with Dr. Burke and Dr. Campbell on Dr. Malucci who is a patient at this hospital."
"OK... Which hospital? Mercy? No, wait, Dave's in Minnesota..."
"That's right! The Minneapolis General Hospital."
"Well, at least I know where Kovac is now!" she said goodbye and hung up.
"Where's Kovac?" Mark asked, overhearing.
"Minnesota," Kerry said casually. She turned around and limped away while Mark stared after her, counting on his fingers.
"Three, two, one-"
"WHAT?!" Kerry spun around to Mark again, "WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING IN MINNESOTA!"
"Right on cue," Mark smiled.
The helicopter landed on the roof of the Minneapolis General Hospital and Abby and Carter jumped out, running as fast as they could. As they ran down the stairs and into the hall, they ran straight into Luka.
"Luka!" Abby said, happy to see him, "How's Dave?"
"Abby, I'm so glad you're here!" he said.
"Dr. Kovac... How *is* Dave?" Carter asked. Luke looked at Carter and then at Abby.
"He's... Well, at least he's breathing again," Luka chuckled slightly.
"Where is he?"
"Oh, I don't think you want to see him," Luka's smile widened.
"I don't see anything funny about this!" Abby said, annoyed at Luka's smile.
"KOVAC! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!" Luka looked over his shoulder down the hall.
"*That's* why you don't want to see him."
"Why is he so mad?" Carter asked.
"I honestly don't know!" Luka said, "He woke up in a bad mood."
"Here, I'll talk to him."
"Um, I don't think..." But Carter was already on his way, following the screams. When Carter opened the door, he felt something brush by his ear and crash on the door.
"Hey, watch where you throw that thing, Malucci!" he smiled, looking at the broken vase.
"I don't see anything funny about this?" using the same words and tone Abby had used, Dave did not look happy.
"Look, would you rather be here, or under that rock bleeding to death?"
"I don't know!" Dave answered truthfully.
"What's the real reason, you're angry, Dave?" Carter asked. Dave grumbled something, but Carter didn't hear, "What?"
"I said, to avoid having conversations like this especially with you!"
"Huh?"
"This is stupid! I feel so stupid!" Dave explained.
"Why?"
"Because of what you told me, back in the woods! I think of the jackass I've been..."
"Calm down, Dave, it's OK," Carter didn't really know what to say. He hadn't been expecting this. Soon, Linda came in.
"Dr. Carter I presume?" she asked
"Yes," Carter answered.
"I'm Dr. Linda Burke. A Dr. Weaver is pestering our receptionist," she had a grin on her face, "Not that she doesn't deserve it. She's on the phone with Dr. Kovac just now," Carter smiled.
"Thanks," he said and left.
"Yes, Weaver, I know- Well, Carter didn't want to- He was afraid that you would do this- Abby is with me, yes she is- they are both fine, Dr. Weaver, if you would just-" Luka let out a deep sigh as Kerry scolded him in Chicago. Carter grinned. Seeing him, Luka pointed at the phone.
"Do you want to talk to her?" he asked him.
"Sure," Carter lied as Luka gratefully handed him the phone.
"And another thing, Kovac! Who do you think you are leaving town without telling anyone! Who knows what could have-"
"Weaver, shut up!" Carter sighed.
"What?" Kerry asked, recognizing Carter's voice, "Carter?"
"Yeah."
"You're there?"
"Yeah."
"You're OK?"
"Yeah."
"Is Dave OK?"
"Yeah."
"Are you coming back soon?" Carter paused before answering.
"... Yeah."
OK, that's the end! Finally! But yes, there will be a small epilogue so don't worry!
The two were still in silence when they heard the blades of the helicopter.
"Kyle! Kyle! Kyle's back!" they declared, a little too excited. Kyle landed nearby and ran to them.
"How's Dave?" Abby asked, climbing into the chopper with Carter.
"What?" Kyle couldn't hear over all the noise.
"How's Dave?!" Abby asked, louder this time.
"Malucci?"
"YES!" Carter and Abby screamed together.
"Well, I don't rightly know! Something about intubating..."
"Intubating?!" Abby looked at Carter, worried.
"He'll be fine, Abby, I'm sure of it!" or was he just saying this to reassure himself as well?
"Where's Kovac?" Kerry asked, trying to juggle two patients at once.
"Drove Abby home, it's not his shift!" Peter said as he ran by. Things had certainly picked up around the ER.
"Yeah? Well, I paged him and got nothing!" Kerry called.
"Can't help you there! Yes, Ms. Smith, I know that your stomach aches, but give me a minute!" Peter replied. Kerry let out a frustrated sigh. Suddenly, the phone rang. Kerry ignored it at first, then she noticed that no one was answering it.
"Where's Randi?"
"Dunno!" said Mark, "But you're patient is screaming for you, Kerry, and I mean that literally."
"Tell her I will be just a minute! Do you know where Jerry is?" Kerry was now picking up the phone and Mark shook his head, "County General!"
"Um... a Dr. Kovac told me to call a Dr. Kerry Weaver at the Cook County General Hospital in Chica-"
"Yes, yes, you have the right person, what is it?" Kerry was busy and frustrated.
"Well there's no need to get all snotty on me!" the woman on the other end was offended.
"Well?"
"Oh, yeah, right, I am calling to inform you that Dr. Malucci will be fine as soon as they just-"
"Wait, what?" Kerry asked.
"Dr. Malucci? Dr. David Malucci?"
"Yes, I know him, but what happened?"
"Well, all I know is what Dr. Kovac told me."
"Could I speak with Dr. Kovac?" Kerry demanded.
"Um, not at this moment, ma'am, no, sorry," Kerry gave another frustrated sigh.
"Where is Dr. Kovac and Dr. Malucci?" she asked.
"Dr. Kovac is busy working with Dr. Burke and Dr. Campbell on Dr. Malucci who is a patient at this hospital."
"OK... Which hospital? Mercy? No, wait, Dave's in Minnesota..."
"That's right! The Minneapolis General Hospital."
"Well, at least I know where Kovac is now!" she said goodbye and hung up.
"Where's Kovac?" Mark asked, overhearing.
"Minnesota," Kerry said casually. She turned around and limped away while Mark stared after her, counting on his fingers.
"Three, two, one-"
"WHAT?!" Kerry spun around to Mark again, "WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING IN MINNESOTA!"
"Right on cue," Mark smiled.
The helicopter landed on the roof of the Minneapolis General Hospital and Abby and Carter jumped out, running as fast as they could. As they ran down the stairs and into the hall, they ran straight into Luka.
"Luka!" Abby said, happy to see him, "How's Dave?"
"Abby, I'm so glad you're here!" he said.
"Dr. Kovac... How *is* Dave?" Carter asked. Luke looked at Carter and then at Abby.
"He's... Well, at least he's breathing again," Luka chuckled slightly.
"Where is he?"
"Oh, I don't think you want to see him," Luka's smile widened.
"I don't see anything funny about this!" Abby said, annoyed at Luka's smile.
"KOVAC! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!" Luka looked over his shoulder down the hall.
"*That's* why you don't want to see him."
"Why is he so mad?" Carter asked.
"I honestly don't know!" Luka said, "He woke up in a bad mood."
"Here, I'll talk to him."
"Um, I don't think..." But Carter was already on his way, following the screams. When Carter opened the door, he felt something brush by his ear and crash on the door.
"Hey, watch where you throw that thing, Malucci!" he smiled, looking at the broken vase.
"I don't see anything funny about this?" using the same words and tone Abby had used, Dave did not look happy.
"Look, would you rather be here, or under that rock bleeding to death?"
"I don't know!" Dave answered truthfully.
"What's the real reason, you're angry, Dave?" Carter asked. Dave grumbled something, but Carter didn't hear, "What?"
"I said, to avoid having conversations like this especially with you!"
"Huh?"
"This is stupid! I feel so stupid!" Dave explained.
"Why?"
"Because of what you told me, back in the woods! I think of the jackass I've been..."
"Calm down, Dave, it's OK," Carter didn't really know what to say. He hadn't been expecting this. Soon, Linda came in.
"Dr. Carter I presume?" she asked
"Yes," Carter answered.
"I'm Dr. Linda Burke. A Dr. Weaver is pestering our receptionist," she had a grin on her face, "Not that she doesn't deserve it. She's on the phone with Dr. Kovac just now," Carter smiled.
"Thanks," he said and left.
"Yes, Weaver, I know- Well, Carter didn't want to- He was afraid that you would do this- Abby is with me, yes she is- they are both fine, Dr. Weaver, if you would just-" Luka let out a deep sigh as Kerry scolded him in Chicago. Carter grinned. Seeing him, Luka pointed at the phone.
"Do you want to talk to her?" he asked him.
"Sure," Carter lied as Luka gratefully handed him the phone.
"And another thing, Kovac! Who do you think you are leaving town without telling anyone! Who knows what could have-"
"Weaver, shut up!" Carter sighed.
"What?" Kerry asked, recognizing Carter's voice, "Carter?"
"Yeah."
"You're there?"
"Yeah."
"You're OK?"
"Yeah."
"Is Dave OK?"
"Yeah."
"Are you coming back soon?" Carter paused before answering.
"... Yeah."
OK, that's the end! Finally! But yes, there will be a small epilogue so don't worry!