Just When You Thought You've Seen It All – by Brownie
Disclaimer- Dammit, I still don't own any of them.
Side Note: Yea, its short. So put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. (Disclaimer: I don't know where I got that line, but I don't own it, so don't sue me.)
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Dr. Greene watched out the corner of his eye as Dr. Fell picked up his prescription and left the building. He then turned his eyes on Malucci, who seemed to be filling out a chart but was really watching Greene nervously. Luckily Weaver stepped in before one of them snapped.
"Malucci, what's this I heard about you passing off a patient?" Weaver asked, "I looked at the chart. A child could have handled it."
"Not this guy, chief," Malucci said, jumping to his feet. "He was a regular maniac."
"As opposed to an irregular maniac," Greene put in. Weaver shot him a glare and he shut up.
"If he was crazy, why didn't you call for an evaluation?" she asked, "There was absolutely no reason for you to pass him on to Mark."
"Yea, but…"
"No 'buts' Malucci. You be lazy on your own time. If I catch you again, you'll be filling out charts for months. The pile will reach the top of that thick skull of yours." Happy with the ending note, Weaver walked away. Malucci was a notorious last-word freak, but he wouldn't be getting it in this time.
"What're you grinning at?" Malucci asked Greene once Weaver was out of hearing range, "I saw the look on your face, what'd the guy say to you?"
"None of your business," Greene said, "Doctor's confidentiality rule and all that."
"Oh, come on, you know he got to you." Malucci didn't seem to know when to quit. "He didn't threaten you, did he?"
"I would have called security if he had," Greene answered, "Go make yourself useful, Dave. Save a life." Greene headed towards the lounge then, his shift being over.
"Real funny, Greene," Malucci called after him, "Someday you'll be hit by a car or something, and you'll wish you'd been nicer to me!"
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Kovac didn't get in until late afternoon that day. He wasn't even in the doors when an ambulance roared up behind him. He ran over to meet the paramedics as the pulled their patient out the back.
"What do you have?" he asked. He looked down at the patient, who was lying on the gurney on his side. Seeing the amount of blood from the guy's back, Kovac was surprised he was still alive.
"Knife wound to the back," one of the paramedics said, "Wasn't enough to just stab the guy, though, it looks like they cut him up badly." They wheeled him into Trauma One, where Weaver and the nurses were waiting.
"Get some O-neg!" Weaver immediately told the nurses, "Kovac, find out where all that blood is coming from." He quickly got gloved and goggled. He poked around the knife wound, trying to find the source of all that blood.
"I need suction over here, I can't see a thing," he said. The thing didn't help a bit, though, he still couldn't see anything. It took him another few seconds to realize why- there was nothing there, it was a big empty space. "Kerry, please tell me this isn't where his liver should be."
"Yes, that's where it should be, why?!" she shouted, setting the packets of O-neg up for a transfusion.
"Because it's not there." Everyone in the room froze, Weaver included.
"Not there?" she asked, "If its not there, then where is it?"
"It looks like its been cut out." Kovac looked up to see that Weaver actually looked a bit green. "Do you want to call it?" She looked down at the big puddle of blood that was now on the floor.
"Time of death, 5:45." Kovac tossed his gloves to the floor and left the room. He was immediately bombarded with questions from the cops waiting outside.
"Did he die?" one of the asked.
"Yes," Kovac said, "He didn't make it. Whoever did this cut out his liver."
"And you couldn't reattatch it?" one of the younger, dumber cops asked.
"No, I couldn't reattatch it. It wasn't there. Why don't you go put a search out for it? You find missing cars, don't you? You should be able to find a missing organ." Kovac walked away after that, fuming. How could anyone take another person's liver? The thought made him sick to his stomach. The scariest part though, was that it looked professional. It looked like whoever had done it had known what they were doing.
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