Song: "Full Forever" by none other than - The Goo Goo Dolls!



SCHEDULE OF EVENTS SO FAR (don't read this if you haven't read the last 3 parts - that's cheating!):

8:00 - County's chopper arrives at Mercy; Cleo is shot

8:10 - Cleo is revived and County's chopper leaves Mercy

8:20 - Chopper arrives at County, Cleo is brought to ER

Carter is shot and left on the roof

Lucy and Abby are locked in the OB supply room

8:25 - Jing-Mei finds Carter on the roof; both are locked out

Luka is hit in the head and left in the morgue

8:38 - Cleo's death is called

9:00 - Carol and Doug arrive home

9:10 - Luka is found by Romano in the morgue and is rushed to the ER

9:20 - Carter and Jing-Mei are found

CURRENT TIME: 9:30

- Carter is being rushed to the ER

- Luka has just been sutured and has been admitted to the ICU, but is still unconscious

- Lucy and Abby are still locked in the OB supply room

- Police have just arrived

- Um, hello people! There's a killer on the loose!

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And I've had to fight

Another blurred affair tonight

Eyelids wrestle once again

Never gonna see my friend

Guided by the blinding white

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"Where is Peter?" cried Kerry, limping around on her replacement cane. "All I need is a surgical consult!"

"No one can find him, Dr. Weaver," Yosh said quietly. "His shift ends in an hour so he's probably still here. But no one knows where."

A shiver went down Kerry's spine as she contemplated treating yet another injured colleague. Every time someone went missing, they always seemed to be found unconscious and bleeding. *I still don't know where Lucy and Abby are, * Kerry thought sadly, *and now Peter too? * Slowly she peeled the rubber gloves, covered in Carter's blood, from her small hands and threw them away.

Suddenly, to Kerry's relief, Benton stormed into the room. He looked terrible; his face was twisted in a bland grimace but his eyes were wrought with concern. "Not Carter, too," he moaned, looking into the gurney.

Kerry touched his arm. "It's all right, Peter, he's stabilized," she reassured him. "We just needed a surgical consult."

Peter moved away from Kerry and began to examine Carter's wound. "Oh, man," he winced as he saw the entrance and exit wounds. "What the hell is going on?"

"I think the gunman from the sniping is here at County," she said lowly, so no one else could hear.

Peter's eyes widened. "Then what are we still doing here?" he hissed. "Look what keeps happening! First Cleo, then Carter!"

"Luka, too," Kerry interrupted. "Robert found him unconscious in the morgue with a skull fracture."

"Dammit!" Benton exclaimed, running his hand over his head. "Kerry, we need to evacuate. People are DYING. We have to get out of here, if not for us, then for the patients! We're putting them in danger by keeping them here!"

"Peter, I . . ." she trailed off, then bent her head. "I don't know what to do," she admitted sadly. "The police will be here any minute to investigate the hospital and the attacks. Talk to them."

Peter shook his head. "That's not good enough," he insisted. "Another person could die before they get here. We need to get everyone out - NOW!"

Romano stepped into the room just in time to hear Benton's last sentence. "Oh, come on now, Peter," he commented in his typical sarcastic manner, "Isn't it exciting to have a killer on the loose? Where's your sense of adventure?"

Benton glared at him menacingly. "She died an hour ago," he spat, then stormed out as he shouted, "Bring Carter up to OR as soon as possible," over his shoulder.

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Have you left home in spite

Knowing I'm alone tonight

Waiting for the light of day

Doesn't matter anyway

It's nothing that I need to say

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The keys jangled through the old man's hands as he mumbled, "I know it was here a second ago."

Frustrated sighs echoed through the room on the other side of the door. "Can't you just unhinge the door?" Lucy cried.

The janitor shook his head skeptically. "Nope, can't do that. I know my key's around here someplace."

Lucy voice got louder as she pressed her face against the other side of the door. "Look," she said through gritted teeth, "I've been in here for almost two hours. I need to get out!"

Abby joined Lucy at the other side of the door and said calmly, "Can you at least tell us what's going on in the ER? What happened to Cleo Finch?"

The old man stopped searching through his keys as he scratched his head. "Don't know. I think one doctor died. Don't know which one."

"Was it Dr. Carter?!" Lucy cried frantically.

"Which one is Dr. Carter?" the janitor asked.

Lucy screamed outwardly as she pounded on the door. "I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!" she wailed.

Suddenly the keys jangled louder as the old man separated one key from the rest. "I found it!" he said triumphantly. He put the key into the lock - and took it out again. "Hmmm," he said suspiciously. "Won't fit."

"What do you mean, it won't fit?" Lucy yelled.

"Something's jamming it," the old man said as he peered into the keyhole. "Looks like a piece of another key."

"Well how do you fix it?" Lucy yelled impatiently.

The old man scratched his head. "Well, I could get the crew down here tomorrow morning and we could get it open -"

"No, NO!" Lucy screamed. "We need to get out NOW!"

Suddenly, a man rounded the corner and sprinted down the hall to the supply room. "Why aren't they out yet?" he questioned the old man.

The janitor pointed to the lock. "A key must've broken in the lock. We can't get it open till tomorrow morning."

The other man sighed. "Ok, well move aside." He spoke into the door, "Stand back, you guys!" he called.

"Dave?" Lucy asked. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna kick the door in," he answered, backing up.

"NO!" squealed Lucy. "The door is made of steel! You'll break your leg!"

"I can at least get it off the hinges," Malucci answered, rubbing his palms together mischievously. "Don't worry, Haleh kicked the door to the roof in, and I'm a lot stronger than her!"

"The door to the roof is almost off its hinges anyway!" Lucy yelled, but she was too late.

"Stand back!" Malucci hollered as he ran across the hall and expertly high- kicked the door with a thunderous BANG. "OW!" he screamed as he fell to the floor, clutching his ankle. "What the hell is that door made of?" he cried in agony.

"Steel," the janitor informed him.

Malucci glared at him as he rubbed his ankle. "Thanks," he said dryly.

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And I've gone underground

Never hangin' round

Should have make it back again

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"Yes, can I help you?" Randi asked, eyeing the burly officers VERY closely.

"We need to speak to a Dr. Kerry Weaver," the officer replied curtly. "Where might I find her?'

"I'm Kerry Weaver," Kerry said as she approached the reception desk. "Thank you for getting here so quickly."

"Yes, well, Dr. Weaver, we're here to investigate the recent attacks on Dr. Carter and . . .uh . . . Dr . . ." the officer struggled.

"Dr. Kovac," Kerry corrected him.

"Yeah. Can you tell us what happened?" the officer asked.

Kerry drew in a deep breath, and slowly, she explained everything. How Romano had been searching for a med student, and had found him - along with a bleeding Luka. How Haleh and Chuny had heard Jing-Mei pounding on the door from the roof; how they had gotten the door open and found Carter lying bleeding on the ground; how Cleo had been shot a third time on the way to County. "The only possibility for Cleo's third wound is if the gunman somehow met them here on the roof, shot her once, then shot Carter and left him there." she added. Sighing, she also said, "Dr. Romano seems to think that his med student over there is responsible for Luka's wound. However, I think the person who shot Cleo and Carter also hit Luka."

The officers listened intently. "Where are the two injured doctors now?" one inquired.

"Dr. Kovac is in the ICU, and Dr. Carter is in surgery," Kerry answered. "Both will be unconscious for a while."

One officer turned around to the others. "O'Brian, you question Kovac when he wakes up. Thompson, you've got Carter. Powell, get a hold of Mercy and get some more details. Casey and I are going to take a look at the roof and the morgue. And remember -" he patted his gun - "be careful." The officers complied and separated.

"Don't you think we should organize an evacuation?" Kerry asked worriedly.

The officer eyed the busy hallway. "We don't know where the gunman is," he explained. "Or that he's still here. I don't see any reason to create hysteria until we know exactly what's going on."

Kerry stared at him. "My colleagues are being attacked, one by one, and you don't think we need to evacuate?" she hissed. "How many more of my friends need to be killed before you think this is a big enough emergency?!"

The officer sighed. "I have reason to believe that the gunman sneaked aboard your chopper posing as a doctor," he explained. "To evacuate everyone, we'd probably end up evacuating him as well. We need to find out exactly what's going on first." Not bothering to respond to Kerry's protests, he gestured to the remaining officer. "Let's go!" he called, and they headed to the elevator.

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Why can't the moon stay full forever

Wednesday's bad but Friday ain't much better

. . . Someone's hell

Why can't the moon stay full forever

Right now she's got nothin' on her mind

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"Dave, how are we going to get out of here?" Lucy wailed.

"I don't know!" he yelled crossly, still rubbing his ankle.

"Well, I suppose I could unscrew the lock from the door," the janitor offered.

"Yes, do that!" Lucy cried. "Why didn't you do that in the first place?"

"It'll wreck the door," the janitor explained. "I didn't want to wreck the door."

"Man, I'll wreck YOU if you don't get that DAMN door open NOW!" Malucci yelled.

"Ok, ok, I gotta go get my toolbox," the old man grumbled as he shuffled away.

"He'll be another hour," groaned Lucy. "It's already . . . oh my God, it's 10:30!" Suddenly, she remembered that she had actual outside contact for the first time in two and a half hours. "Dave, what happened at the sniping trauma?" she asked worriedly.

"You don't know?" he asked.

"No . . . I think that was the trauma we missed, Lydia mentioned something about it," Lucy told him.

Malucci was quiet for a moment, then said bluntly, "Cleo died."

He could hear two gasps, and then, "What happened?"

Malucci sighed; giving bad news to strangers when a patient died was hard, but giving bad news to friends about friends . . . it was a lot to bear. "She was shot at the sniping," he explained softly, "once in the lung, once in the shoulder, and once in the spine." He could hear Lucy moan at the thought of a bullet in the spine.

"Oh, my God," Abby murmured. "How long ago?"

Malucci checked his watch. "Two hours ago," he guessed.

Both sides of the door were silent as the dark cloud from the ER quickly settled in the OB supply room. "I . . . I don't know what to say," he could hear Abby say. "I didn't know her that well. I feel really bad that I didn't know her better."

Malucci began to respond but was interrupted by Lucy's abrupt "What about Carter?"

Suddenly two policemen charged through the hallway, stopping near Malucci and the locked door. "What's the problem, doctor?" one of them asked.

"There's two med students locked in there," he explained. "There's a piece of a key jammed in the lock."

The officer turned to the other. "This is how the other two docs were locked on the roof," he said quickly. "Just a piece of a key, broken off."

"Well, can you get it open or not?" Malucci yelled, still holding his ankle.

The bigger officer inspected the door carefully; stepping back, he said lowly, "You better stand back, girls."

"Hey man, I already tried that," Malucci warned. "That door isn't opening."

Glancing at Malucci, the officer eyed the lock, rapidly raised his foot, and kicked the lock with a SLAM! as the door swung off of its hinges. Lucy and Abby shrieked, then quickly ran past the broken door.

Malucci stared at the officer, amazed. "How did you do that?" he asked in awe.

The officer shrugged. "Wasn't too hard - when you know what you're doing." He gave Malucci a smug glare, then motioned to the other officer. "C'mon, Casey, we've gotta get to the roof." The officers then jogged through the hall and towards the roof.

Abby was inspecting Dave ankle. "You really smashed it up," she observed. "You'd better get to ER." Malucci sighed and nodded, as Abby stepped over the broken door to retrieve a wheelchair from the supply room.

"No," Lucy said sternly. Abby and Malucci looked up at her, surprised. "I want to know what's going on before I go down there."

Malucci looked at her as Abby helped him into the wheelchair. "Cleo, Carter, and Luka went to a sniping trauma at Mercy," he explained. "Cleo was shot three - no, two - or three . . ." he scratched his head as he struggled to remember what Kerry had told him about Cleo being shot once again in the helicopter. "Three times."

"You told us about Cleo," Abby said softly, not wanting to hear it again. "What about Carter and Luka?"

Dave was still turned to Lucy as Abby wheeled him down the hall. "Romano found Luka in the morgue with a blunt object injury to the back of the head. I sutured him," he said with a sense of importance. They rounded the corner and Abby pressed the button for the elevator. "When Dr. Weaver and I were taking him to sutures from Radiology, Haleh, Chuny and Lydia brought Carter down from the roof."

"The roof?" Lucy cried, jogging alongside the wheelchair. "What happened?!"

"I just got a glimpse of him," Malucci admitted, "but it looked like a GSW to the lower leg. They were bringing him to the ER as I was bringing Luka to sutures." The elevator doors opened and Abby guided the wheelchair inside.

Lucy followed slowly. Pained, she slumped against the elevator wall and put her face in her hands. "What the hell is going on?" she asked tearfully.

"That's what everybody wants to know," Malucci told her as the elevator doors closed.

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And I've gone underground

Obsessions I have found

Couldn't make it back again

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RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . RING . . .

An arm reached across the nightstand and fumbled for the phone. "Hello," Doug mumbled groggily. "Mark . . . man, it's 11 o'clock . . . yes, I was asleep . . . what do you mean, it's early? . . . it was a long day, all right?" Suddenly, two identical wails echoed through the halls.

Carol turned over sleepily. "I hate you, Mark," she moaned groggily. Slowly she stood up and stumbled to the nursery.

"I was wondering if you could pick Elizabeth and I up from the airport," Mark explained to Doug.

Doug rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly. "Yeah, sure, man," he yawned into the phone. Then he became more serious. "You hear about Cleo?" he asked.

"Yeah," Mark said quietly. "And Luka."

"What about Luka?" Doug asked, slowly becoming more alert.

"Luka?" Carol poked her head in the door, clutching Tess. "What happened to Luka?"

Doug shushed her as he listened. "Mark doesn't know," he explained to her. "Kerry only told him that they found him. He doesn't know what happened. What?" He listened to the phone, his brow furrowing deeper. "Oh, man," he moaned. "Ok. I'll be there as soon as I can." He hung up.

Carol ducked into the nursery, then returned with both girls in her arms. "What's going on?" she asked, still slightly sleepy.

Doug rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. "Mark said that Luka was found," he explained tiredly. "Then Elizabeth just told him that she just called County, and they found Carter on the roof with a GSW." He looked down as Carol gasped. "And now Mark wants me to pick him and Elizabeth up from the airport and drop them off at County."

Carol sat on the bed slowly. "Luka . . . and Carter . . ." she murmured softly.

They were still for a moment, not hearing the whimpers of the girls in Carol's arms. Suddenly, Doug stood up. "I'd better get to the airport," he said abruptly as he grabbed a pair of pants and slipped them on.

"I'm coming, too," Carol told him as she placed the girls on the bed and started getting dressed as well.

Doug just looked at her, knowing that arguing with her would be useless. "What about -"

"We'll bring the girls," Carol answered quickly. "Mark and Elizabeth won't mind." Her eyes met Doug's, and for a moment they melted in each other's gaze. The moment was fleeting, however; it was interrupted by a wailing Kate.

Carol tore her eyes away from Doug's and tended to Kate as she slipped on a pair of shoes. "What if we had stayed at County longer, Doug?" she asked after a few minutes of silence. It almost seemed to be a rhetorical question, but she answered it anyway. "We could have been shot, too."

Doug was quiet. Carol continued to talk; she was used to Doug keeping quiet in times of crisis. "We should stick around after we drop Mark and Elizabeth off, just in case they need some help at County."

Doug shook his head. "I don't want you or the girls in danger," he said firmly. "Whoever did this to the others could still be there."

Carol opened her mouth to argue, then reached for the phone instead. "I'm going to find out exactly what's going on," she said as she dialed County's number. Doug, preoccupied, walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Sighing, he raised his head and looked himself in the eye. *I look awful, * he thought as he rubbed his chin and felt the stubble. He reached out and touched the smooth mirror, then, suddenly overwhelmed, he closed his eyes in anguish and leaned his forehead onto the cool glass. Damn.

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Why can't the moon stay full forever

Wednesday's bad but Friday ain't much better

. . . Someone's hell

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"Dr. Malucci!" Chuny cried, running out of a room and calling out into the hallway. Malucci turned around from his wheelchair as Abby stopped pushing it down the hall. "Luka's crashing!"

Malucci struggled to stand; then, feeling his ankle crunch beneath him, sat back down again in pain. "Get somebody else!" he hollered, holding his ankle. "I wrecked my ankle!"

Lucy tore past Chuny into Luka's room, greeted by several blaring machines and a frightened officer. "I - I don't know what happened," he stammered. "I was just waiting for him to wake up to ask him some questions!"

Lucy ignored him as she raced to the doorway. "Carter!" she called through the hall before realized her mistake. *No . . . Carter's still in surgery . . . * she thought, her knees becoming weak and her stomach beginning to churn.

"I'll page Dr. Weaver," Chuny offered as she ran from the room.

Lucy turned around and stared in bewilderment at the scene around her - Luka, terribly pale, was lying in bed with tubes connected all over his body, a bag of blood on one side of the bed and a bag of IV fluid on the other side, and screaming machines all around. Lucy knew exactly what to do - she could see the defibrillator paddles on her right - but for some reason she was completely paralyzed.

Abby rushed in, checking machines as she moved. "Dave!" she yelled. "We need you in here to tell us what to do!" She tore a readout from a machine and ran her fingers through her hair. "DAVE!"

"Use the paddles and charge to 100!" he called out from the hall, desperately trying to wheel himself into the ICU room. *After all those times I played Wheelchair Hockey during graveyard shifts, I should be able to get across a hallway! * he thought, frustrated.

"Charge it to 100, Lucy!" Abby called out as she took the paddles off the tray and held them above Luka's chest.

Lucy didn't move. "Lucy!" Abby cried. "Charge to 100!" Seeing that Lucy still didn't move, she leaned closer to her. "We need to save him, Lucy," she said gently. "Pretend it's any other patient." Lucy looked at her with wide eyes.

"Dammit, girls, shock him before it's too late!" Malucci cried, now right outside the door.

Snapping out of her trance, Lucy rushed to the defibrillator tray and yelled, "Charged to 100!"

ZAP - BUMP! Beeeeeeeeeeep . . . the machines still rang.

"200!" Malucci called out, peering onto the gurney.

ZAP - BUMP! Beeeeeeeeeeeep . . . "250!"

ZAP - BUMP! Beeeeeeeeeeeep . . . "350!"

ZAP - BUMP! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep . . . . . .

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Why can't the moon stay full forever

Right now she's got nothin' on her mind

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