Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't sue me.
Author's Notes: Okay, you suckered me into it. I'm writing an epilogue (even though I don't want to). Hopefully you'll like it. As always; please read and review. As cheesy as it sounds, I really like reading feedback, I keep most of them and read them when I need a power trip!
BTW: Since I'm lazy, I'm calling Jing-mei: Deb.
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A scream escaped Dave's throat. The entire hallway was in shock. Dave's head was feeling light and he started openly crying. He didn't care who saw him; he just wanted Ben to be alive. He ran over to Ben, knelt down, and cradled him in his arms just as he had a day before. Ben's body felt so light and lifeless and Dave checked for a pulse. Dave couldn't believe no one was helping him so he decided to help Ben himself. He stood up and took Ben into the empty Trauma room.
Carter, Mark, Kerry, Deb, and Abby rushed into to help even though they knew he was helpless. Abby put on the finger-pulse-clamp (?) and everyone looked in anticipation at the monitor. Meanwhile, Dave was doing compressions on Ben's chest. The monitor beeped quietly.
"Damn it! Someone start bagging him!" Dave yelled through his silent tears.
"We got a pulse." Lydia said in a surprised voice. Then, everyone sprung into actions, knowing he wasn't a lost cause.
"Alright people, lets get some clean dressing on the head wound, get a liter of saline wide open going, Dopamine drip, a mig of Atropine, and a surgical consult down here now!" Mark ordered.
Dave had continued doing compressions but Deb put a comforting hand on his shoulder, telling him to stop. Ben's pulse gradually grew stronger, which was amazing for a point-blank gunshot to the head. He and Deb assessed the head wound.
"V-tach!" Kerry yelled. "Paddles! Charge to 100! Clear!" Ben's small body shifted on the gurney.
"I'm losing a pulse!" Helah yelled.
"Charge to 150! Clear!" Kerry ordered.
They continued to shock Ben's damaged body. Dave felt helpless.
"Deb, could you take Malucci to the lounge or something." Mark said quietly, sensing Dave's distress.
"Come on, Dave, we'll get some coffee from the lounge." Deb said trying to gently push Dave out of the room.
"But..." Dave tried to protest, but knew he was of no help.
The couple walked out of the trauma room and into the empty lounge. Dave had restrained his tears but they were pooling in his eyes once again. He sat on the couch while Deb got the coffee. He couldn't take it any longer. Her buried his face in his hands and started crying. The sound of it startled Deb. She wasn't quite sure what to do. He was Dave, the ever-arrogant guy, but she told herself that he's a person too, he has emotions just like anyone else.
She stopped pouring coffee and sat down beside him. Hesitantly, Deb wrapped her arm around him and started gently rubbing his back. Dave stopped crying and looked up at her. His eyes were red and puffy. He didn't want her to see him like this, but what could he do? Dave stood up and walked over to the coffee machine. He tried to pour himself some coffee but his hands were shaking too much.
Deb walked over to Dave so that they were facing each other. He looked deeply into her warm, brown eyes.
"I-I'm sorry." Dave said, his voice quivering.
"For what?" Deb inquired.
"I-it's all my fault..."
Dave lost it from there; he again began to cry. He hated crying because it came with such raw emotion. Deb gave him a hug and held him close. Both of them lost track of time. Dave regained his composure and broke back from the embrace.
"Thanks." Dave said.
"Any time." Deb said with a comforting smile.
The Kodak moment was interrupted by Carter coming into the lounge.
"Deb, can I speak to you for a moment?" he asked her.
"Sure." she responded. "I'll be right back. Drink some coffee, you'll feel better." She indicated to Dave and he responded with a nod. She walked outside of the room and shut the door.
"Ben didn't make it." Carter said bluntly.
"Oh my..." Deb couldn't finish her sentence.
"Do you want me to tell him?"
"No, I'll do it."
Deb walked back into the room. Dave was sitting on the couch drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup. She sat down beside him and held his hand.
"The injuries were too severe..." Deb began to say. She could see the emotion returning to Dave's eyes. "...And, and Ben didn't make it. I'm so sorry, Dave."
The tears were streaming down his cheeks but he didn't make a sound. He'd cried enough. Dave had known that Ben was dead when Carter wanted to speak to Deb alone. Dave knew the injuries were too severe. Even if he had lived, he'd permanently be in a vegetative state.
"Well, what can you do?" Dave said, trying to avoid the awkward silence.
"Dave, there was nothing you could've done." Deb said, trying to shift the blame.
"It's just...I don't know."
"Do not blame yourself."
"I-I...I'm going to go home."
"No you're not, you're coming home with me."
"I don't want to be a burden."
"You won't."
"Can I sleep in the bed with you?"
"No, you can sleep on the couch."
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R/R! I'm going to have another epilouge chapter...you happy?
Author's Notes: Okay, you suckered me into it. I'm writing an epilogue (even though I don't want to). Hopefully you'll like it. As always; please read and review. As cheesy as it sounds, I really like reading feedback, I keep most of them and read them when I need a power trip!
BTW: Since I'm lazy, I'm calling Jing-mei: Deb.
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A scream escaped Dave's throat. The entire hallway was in shock. Dave's head was feeling light and he started openly crying. He didn't care who saw him; he just wanted Ben to be alive. He ran over to Ben, knelt down, and cradled him in his arms just as he had a day before. Ben's body felt so light and lifeless and Dave checked for a pulse. Dave couldn't believe no one was helping him so he decided to help Ben himself. He stood up and took Ben into the empty Trauma room.
Carter, Mark, Kerry, Deb, and Abby rushed into to help even though they knew he was helpless. Abby put on the finger-pulse-clamp (?) and everyone looked in anticipation at the monitor. Meanwhile, Dave was doing compressions on Ben's chest. The monitor beeped quietly.
"Damn it! Someone start bagging him!" Dave yelled through his silent tears.
"We got a pulse." Lydia said in a surprised voice. Then, everyone sprung into actions, knowing he wasn't a lost cause.
"Alright people, lets get some clean dressing on the head wound, get a liter of saline wide open going, Dopamine drip, a mig of Atropine, and a surgical consult down here now!" Mark ordered.
Dave had continued doing compressions but Deb put a comforting hand on his shoulder, telling him to stop. Ben's pulse gradually grew stronger, which was amazing for a point-blank gunshot to the head. He and Deb assessed the head wound.
"V-tach!" Kerry yelled. "Paddles! Charge to 100! Clear!" Ben's small body shifted on the gurney.
"I'm losing a pulse!" Helah yelled.
"Charge to 150! Clear!" Kerry ordered.
They continued to shock Ben's damaged body. Dave felt helpless.
"Deb, could you take Malucci to the lounge or something." Mark said quietly, sensing Dave's distress.
"Come on, Dave, we'll get some coffee from the lounge." Deb said trying to gently push Dave out of the room.
"But..." Dave tried to protest, but knew he was of no help.
The couple walked out of the trauma room and into the empty lounge. Dave had restrained his tears but they were pooling in his eyes once again. He sat on the couch while Deb got the coffee. He couldn't take it any longer. Her buried his face in his hands and started crying. The sound of it startled Deb. She wasn't quite sure what to do. He was Dave, the ever-arrogant guy, but she told herself that he's a person too, he has emotions just like anyone else.
She stopped pouring coffee and sat down beside him. Hesitantly, Deb wrapped her arm around him and started gently rubbing his back. Dave stopped crying and looked up at her. His eyes were red and puffy. He didn't want her to see him like this, but what could he do? Dave stood up and walked over to the coffee machine. He tried to pour himself some coffee but his hands were shaking too much.
Deb walked over to Dave so that they were facing each other. He looked deeply into her warm, brown eyes.
"I-I'm sorry." Dave said, his voice quivering.
"For what?" Deb inquired.
"I-it's all my fault..."
Dave lost it from there; he again began to cry. He hated crying because it came with such raw emotion. Deb gave him a hug and held him close. Both of them lost track of time. Dave regained his composure and broke back from the embrace.
"Thanks." Dave said.
"Any time." Deb said with a comforting smile.
The Kodak moment was interrupted by Carter coming into the lounge.
"Deb, can I speak to you for a moment?" he asked her.
"Sure." she responded. "I'll be right back. Drink some coffee, you'll feel better." She indicated to Dave and he responded with a nod. She walked outside of the room and shut the door.
"Ben didn't make it." Carter said bluntly.
"Oh my..." Deb couldn't finish her sentence.
"Do you want me to tell him?"
"No, I'll do it."
Deb walked back into the room. Dave was sitting on the couch drinking coffee from a Styrofoam cup. She sat down beside him and held his hand.
"The injuries were too severe..." Deb began to say. She could see the emotion returning to Dave's eyes. "...And, and Ben didn't make it. I'm so sorry, Dave."
The tears were streaming down his cheeks but he didn't make a sound. He'd cried enough. Dave had known that Ben was dead when Carter wanted to speak to Deb alone. Dave knew the injuries were too severe. Even if he had lived, he'd permanently be in a vegetative state.
"Well, what can you do?" Dave said, trying to avoid the awkward silence.
"Dave, there was nothing you could've done." Deb said, trying to shift the blame.
"It's just...I don't know."
"Do not blame yourself."
"I-I...I'm going to go home."
"No you're not, you're coming home with me."
"I don't want to be a burden."
"You won't."
"Can I sleep in the bed with you?"
"No, you can sleep on the couch."
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R/R! I'm going to have another epilouge chapter...you happy?