Evan A Rose Has To Die
Summary: First the roses, then the strange phone calls, and now, Abby meets a creepy patient. What's going on? And will Abby live through it?
Disclaimer: No I do not own a single character except maybe the spooky dude who calls himself Jack. Hope you enjoy!
Genre: Horror
Rating: R
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Abby Lockhart stared in confusion at the bouquet of roses at her door.
"Who on earth..." she trailed off as she searched for a card. She found a small, rectangular piece of notepaper, torn on one side as if it was hastily ripped out of a notebook.
My Dearest Abby
May we spend an eternity together.
That was it. No signature, just a simple sentence. Abby laughed. The sentence sounded so... Impractical. It didn't sound right. No one she knew would send her this, but then again, maybe Luka... But Luka was away. He had left this morning to visit friends in Europe.
"Maybe this is some sort of goodbye present..." she reasoned. After all, who would send her roses? So she sighed and ran a hand through her hair and left for work.
"Abby, there's a note here for you," Randi said, drawing something on a piece of paper and holding a pink envelope in her hand. Abby took it.
"Thanks, what are you doing now?" Abby asked. Randi looked at her and smiled.
"Check this out!" she said, holding up the piece of paper.
"Oh, I should have known!" Abby nodded at the small designs of clothing, "Nice."
"Hey Abby, could you help me over here for a minute?" Carter asked, poking his head out of an exam room and into the hall.
"Sure!" Abby said, the letter fluttering to the floor from her fingers. She joined Carter in the exam room and helped him with a patient.
At one o'clock that night, Abby was at home, just about to retire to bed, getting off at midnight, when suddenly her phone was ringing.
"Now who would call at this hour of the night?" she asked herself and answered the phone.
"Did you get my note?" asked a voice on the other end.
"Um... Note?"
"The pink envelope."
"Who's speaking, please?" Abby asked.
"Well, did you?"
"Who am I speaking with?"
"Call me Jack."
"I don't know a Jack," Abby said into the receiver.
"Did you get the note or not?"
"No, I... I think I dropped it. Why?"
"Don't worry, I'll send you another. Did you like the roses?"
"You sent those?" Abby asked, surprised.
"Yeah, who else would? That Kovac boy?"
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but-"
"Oh, but I'm your biggest fan!" the man was excited, "I love you more than Kovac does or even that stupid Carter person. You mean everything to me!"
"How did you get this number?" she demanded. *I'm not being stalked, I'm not being stalked, I'm not being-*
"It doesn't matter. You should be more concerned about how I got your home address," *Oh God, I am being stalked!* Abby thought. Tears of fear stung her eyes.
"Awe, now, Abby, don't cry!" the voice said.
"How did you know I was..."
"Did you like the roses?" the voice asked again.
"They were... nice," Abby didn't know what to say.
"I'm glad you like them. You're like a rose, Abby, so beautiful and so fragile," The voice sounded insanely happy and Abby had no doubt that her stalker was mentally unstable.
"Yes... Well, I gotta go, now, I hope you don't mind..." and without waiting for an answer, she hung up. But just as she returned to her bedroom, the phone rang again. She picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Abby..."
"OK, listen, you psycho!" she wasn't going to tolerate any more of this, "If you don't stop this weird stuff, I'm getting a restraining order!"
"Don't say that, Abby, you know you don't mean it, you know you love me!"
"I don't even know who you are; I've never even seen you before! You are just some freak who likes to scare me!"
"Abby..."
"Goodbye!" she slammed down the receiver. Not three minutes later did the phone ring again.
"Let the machine get it," Abby sighed, "It better not be that freak!"
"Abby..." the voice sang in a sing-song voice, "I know you're there! Pick up!" soon, her cell phone was ringing as well and her pager went off.
"Ah!" Abby screamed in surprise. Her phone kept ringing, her pager kept beeping, and the machine kept recording.
"Pick up, Abby..." it sang. Then, there was a click and he was gone.
Abby went in at ten o'clock the next day.
"Hey Abby! There's another letter for you!" Randi said, seeing her.
"Oh no," Abby sighed.
"Huh?"
"Do me a favor and burn it!" Abby said.
"I don't know. The guy that dropped it off seemed like he really wanted you to read it," Abby sighed.
"Fine, give it to me," the envelope was blood red.
My Dearest Abby,
Roses are red
Blood is, too
No one does that to me
You'll get what you're due!
"Wow," Abby said, not the slightest bit impressed, "He threatens me in a love poem and starts it with: My dearest Abby. What a psycho!" she shook her head, brushed it off and began to walk away.
"Hey Abby, I think you-" but she was already out of earshot. Carter held up a pink envelope and finished his sentence, "Dropped this yesterday. Oh well."
There were no phone calls that night and Abby was feeling a lot better than she had the night before. As she was picking up her book, about to read it, there was a knock on her door.
"Oh God, he's at my house!" Abby's security left instantly. She didn't answer the door and no one knocked again. Abby sighed with relief. It must have been her imagination playing tricks on her. But just as she finished her first page of reading, there was another knock at the door. Abby didn't move. A few moments later, there was another knock. Abby got up and slowly approached the door, stopping by the kitchen first and picking up a long sharp knife. Every step she took was slow, steady, and quiet as the balls and heals of her bare feet slowly touched the hard wood floor. Soon, she was at the door which was now knocking fervently. She opened it, clutching the knife as if her life depended on it.
"Whoa, watch it, Abby, you'll poke someone's eye out with that thing!" Abby let out a big sigh of relief and lowered her hand.
"Malucci!" she half-screamed, "What are you doing at my apartment this late in the night?"
"It's a good thing I am because I think someone's been watching a little too much Nightmare on Elm Street," Dave said, eyes still on the knife as if unsure if Abby was going to raise it again. Noticing his unease, Abby put the knife down.
"Seriously, what are you doing here?"
"I found this note today, and I just, well," Dave was squirming. This was obviously hard for him to say.
"You what?"
"I came to see if you're OK."
"What note?"
"This note!" Dave took out a piece of paper, blood red and began to read, "Roses are red, blood is, too, no one-"
"OK, that's enough," Abby couldn't believe she had left that note in an easy to find place, "Look, Dave, I'm fine and I don't need a babysitter. Thanks for thinking of me, though, I didn't know you had it in you."
"Yeah, well..." Dave was becoming uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject, "Oh, and by the way, I found these outside your door. Looks like they've been here for a while. Well, I should go now, so, bye!" Dave left fast after passing Abby a bouquet of roses. A bouquet of dead roses. Abby's eyes widened. There was a card again.
"Even a rose has to die sometime," Abby said aloud. She looked around before stepping inside again.
"Hey Abby they need you in exam 4!" Mark yelled as he passed.
"Yeah, sure, I'll be right there!" she called back, not quite sure if he was paying any more attention to her. He was busy with Carter and a trauma patient, "Another day, another patient!" She sprinted to exam room four where she walked in and found Dave Malucci tending to a patient who didn't seem too happy to be there.
"Get the Hell away from me, you son of a-"
"So, Dave, who's this pleasant gentleman?" Abby asked, a smile creeping up on her face.
"I don't know, he won't tell us! But he won't cooperate for anyone! However, he has been asking for 'that cool brown-haired girl called Abby something' for a long time now. Wanna take over?"
"Well, my personal opinion would be not really, but I guess it's my job to take him if you want me to, isn't it?"
"Yes it is!"
"All right then!" Abby said, "What's his problem?"
"Mentally or physically?" Dave asked. Abby gave him an exasperated look.
"You know what I mean!"
"Yeah, asshole, you know what she means!"
"Can it!" Dave shot at the patient, "He won't tell us! There doesn't seem to be any visible scars, but he claims he's in pain. I think he's just a hypochondriac if you ask me."
"Thank you, Dave, but no one did ask you so I think that'll do!" Abby said, hastily as she put the restraints on the patient when he tried to lunge at Dave after his statement. And so, Dave departed, gladly, and Abby was left alone with the strange patient. Abby looked after Dave and jumped at a hand on her shoulder. She turned around quickly and saw that the patient had somehow slipped out of his restraints.
"Who are you, Houdini or something?" she asked, surprised.
"Next time, you might wanna tie them tighter," he smiled a crooked smile.
"OK, what's your name?" Abby asked, looking at the chart Dave had left. She looked back up at the man who was still grinning.
"Is there something amusing about your ailment, sir?" she asked.
"No, I was just thinking how good you'd look in those restraints," Abby looked puzzled and slightly frightened.
"Your name, please, sir," she repeated, keeping a brave face. The man walked to the door and locked it. Abby watched him, suspiciously, but still keeping her cool, "What are you doing?" the man looked through the window in the door and turned out the lights. He turned around again.
"Nothing," he answered.
"Would you please stop smiling like that?" *It's scaring me,* she added in her head.
"But why? Smile and the world smiles with you! Scream, and you die alone," Abby didn't know what to say to this.
"Smile!" the man ordered.
"No thank you!" Abby squeaked.
"Smile, damn it!" his own smile faded and turned into an expression of anger. Noticing Abby opening her mouth to scream, he added, "Scream and you die alone," Abby put on a forced smile, "That's more like it!" he regained his ghastly smile. He advanced on her and she backed up into the bed. The man sighed and stroked her cheek. His hand was cold, like ice.
"Horses can sense fear, you know. So can dogs."
"That's nice," Abby kept her weak, forced smile. The man leaned closer and inhaled Abby's hair.
"You're a very pretty girl," he told her.
"No I'm not. There are loads more pretty girls much prettier than me right outside that door. Why don't you go look?"
"Funny. I was going to say you were to pretty to die."
"I mean, yeah, sure, I'm pretty!" Abby corrected herself, hastily, forcing a laugh, "I'm just playing with you!"
"I'd like to play with you," the man whispered in her ear and it sent shivers up her spine.
"Um..."
"But not now," he said aloud and pushed her onto the bed. Abby was horrified! What did this man intend to do to her? He began to put her into the restraints.
"Abby, I forgot my..." Dave trailed off, trying to open the door, "Why did you lock the door?" he asked and knocked, "Abby, I need to get in there!" there was no answer and Dave began to rattle the door, "Abby!" looking through the window, he noticed the lights were out, "OK, something isn't right here..."
"Dave! That's Dave!" Abby said, her hope rebuilding itself.
"He won't get in," Abby's torturer said, tightening a restraint on her left arm.
"Owe! What are you going to do, amputate my arm?" she asked, feeling the restraint cutting off the circulation to her arm.
"Hm, good idea," the man's smile widened.
"Da-!" Abby screamed but the man put his hand to her mouth before she could get out the V and the E.
"Scream and you die alone!" the man kept saying that.
"Abby?!?!" Dave's concerned voice came from outside, "Are you OK?" the door began to rattle more violently.
"I can't finish with these interruptions!" the man declared, tightening Abby's other arm.
"Da-" again, she didn't finish as the man slapped her so hard in the face, it drew blood and for a moment, Abby was dazed. Just as the man finished tightening her bounds, the door stopped rattling. Coming to her senses as the details of the dark room sharpened around her once more, Abby asked the question again.
"What are you going to do?"
"If you don't shut up, I will rip your arm out of your socket and shove it down your throat while you slowly suffocate to death as I cut off your legs," he threatened. This silenced her and he brought out a knife.
"Chief, something's wrong in exam 4," Dave said, urgently at the admit desk.
"What ever it is, Malucci, it will have to wait! There's a patient in trauma one who is dying on us and I need to-"
"God damn it!" Dave yelled. Kerry gave him an alarmed look as she rushed off to the trauma room. Dave saw Jerry.
"Hey Jerry, there's something wrong in exam 4!"
"What are you telling me for?" Jerry asked.
"I need a god damned idiot such as your self who could help me get in there!" Dave said, through gritted teeth, losing his temper fast.
"Why do you need my help to get in there? Can't you just use the door?"
"Don't you understand?" Dave screamed, "I can't go through the damn door because it's locked! And Abby's on the other side!"
"Then why don't you get Abby to unlock the door for you?" Dave gave out a small scream of frustration.
"Something wrong Dave?" Carter asked. Dave limited his sentences to a minimum now.
"Trouble. Exam 4. Abby. Trapped in room with crazy patient. Door locked. Can't get in. Comprendo?" obviously, Carter understood because he started running to exam four with Dave on his heals.
"Abby?" It was Carter's voice now, but Abby could barely hear them. Carter banged on the door. The noise sounded miles away. Abby groaned in pain as the madman made one long, last incision on her right arm going from her shoulder down to the palm of her hand.
"The operation is complete, doctor! That'll teach you to hang up on me! No one dumps me without getting their comeuppance!" he laughed, "Now if you do excuse me, I must make my disappearing act!" and with that, he climbed out the window.
"ABBY!" Carter began to ram himself against the door with Dave.
"Gentlemen, please!" Romano said as he passed, "People will hear you and wonder what you are doing, myself among them!"
"Abby's in there!" Carter told him.
"Really?" Romano said, his eyes widening, "Wow, we should call the police, Abby's in an exam room!" Romano rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Does he *always* have to be such an asshole?" Carter asked Dave. Dave nodded and they continued trying to break down the door.
"Excuse me?" Kerry was there now, watching them.
"Chief, Abby's-"
"Dr. Weaver, I think-"
"There was this crazy patient and-"
"So Abby's inside and now we-"
"Now the door's locked-"
"We can't open the door because-"
"Whoa, one at a time!" Kerry interrupted the two who were speaking at the same time.
"Abby's locked inside with a crazy patient!" Dave told her.
"How come I wasn't notified sooner?" Kerry demanded. Dave let out a frustrated sigh, not even bothering to defend himself and the three doctors continued to try and open the door, finally succeeding in knocking it down.
"Oh my God!" Kerry said, trying to keep her self from fainting by clutching her crutch.
"Abby!" Carter stared at her.
"No," Dave shook his head. Carter pulled a small pink letter out from his pocket.
"My dearest Abby, roses are red, violates are blue, you are so beautiful, I want to make love to you," Carter whispered to himself. Who would write that? Surely not Luka.
"Carter get... Get a gurney..." Kerry stumbled over her words. Carter nodded and ran out.
TBC
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Summary: First the roses, then the strange phone calls, and now, Abby meets a creepy patient. What's going on? And will Abby live through it?
Disclaimer: No I do not own a single character except maybe the spooky dude who calls himself Jack. Hope you enjoy!
Genre: Horror
Rating: R
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Abby Lockhart stared in confusion at the bouquet of roses at her door.
"Who on earth..." she trailed off as she searched for a card. She found a small, rectangular piece of notepaper, torn on one side as if it was hastily ripped out of a notebook.
My Dearest Abby
May we spend an eternity together.
That was it. No signature, just a simple sentence. Abby laughed. The sentence sounded so... Impractical. It didn't sound right. No one she knew would send her this, but then again, maybe Luka... But Luka was away. He had left this morning to visit friends in Europe.
"Maybe this is some sort of goodbye present..." she reasoned. After all, who would send her roses? So she sighed and ran a hand through her hair and left for work.
"Abby, there's a note here for you," Randi said, drawing something on a piece of paper and holding a pink envelope in her hand. Abby took it.
"Thanks, what are you doing now?" Abby asked. Randi looked at her and smiled.
"Check this out!" she said, holding up the piece of paper.
"Oh, I should have known!" Abby nodded at the small designs of clothing, "Nice."
"Hey Abby, could you help me over here for a minute?" Carter asked, poking his head out of an exam room and into the hall.
"Sure!" Abby said, the letter fluttering to the floor from her fingers. She joined Carter in the exam room and helped him with a patient.
At one o'clock that night, Abby was at home, just about to retire to bed, getting off at midnight, when suddenly her phone was ringing.
"Now who would call at this hour of the night?" she asked herself and answered the phone.
"Did you get my note?" asked a voice on the other end.
"Um... Note?"
"The pink envelope."
"Who's speaking, please?" Abby asked.
"Well, did you?"
"Who am I speaking with?"
"Call me Jack."
"I don't know a Jack," Abby said into the receiver.
"Did you get the note or not?"
"No, I... I think I dropped it. Why?"
"Don't worry, I'll send you another. Did you like the roses?"
"You sent those?" Abby asked, surprised.
"Yeah, who else would? That Kovac boy?"
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but-"
"Oh, but I'm your biggest fan!" the man was excited, "I love you more than Kovac does or even that stupid Carter person. You mean everything to me!"
"How did you get this number?" she demanded. *I'm not being stalked, I'm not being stalked, I'm not being-*
"It doesn't matter. You should be more concerned about how I got your home address," *Oh God, I am being stalked!* Abby thought. Tears of fear stung her eyes.
"Awe, now, Abby, don't cry!" the voice said.
"How did you know I was..."
"Did you like the roses?" the voice asked again.
"They were... nice," Abby didn't know what to say.
"I'm glad you like them. You're like a rose, Abby, so beautiful and so fragile," The voice sounded insanely happy and Abby had no doubt that her stalker was mentally unstable.
"Yes... Well, I gotta go, now, I hope you don't mind..." and without waiting for an answer, she hung up. But just as she returned to her bedroom, the phone rang again. She picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Abby..."
"OK, listen, you psycho!" she wasn't going to tolerate any more of this, "If you don't stop this weird stuff, I'm getting a restraining order!"
"Don't say that, Abby, you know you don't mean it, you know you love me!"
"I don't even know who you are; I've never even seen you before! You are just some freak who likes to scare me!"
"Abby..."
"Goodbye!" she slammed down the receiver. Not three minutes later did the phone ring again.
"Let the machine get it," Abby sighed, "It better not be that freak!"
"Abby..." the voice sang in a sing-song voice, "I know you're there! Pick up!" soon, her cell phone was ringing as well and her pager went off.
"Ah!" Abby screamed in surprise. Her phone kept ringing, her pager kept beeping, and the machine kept recording.
"Pick up, Abby..." it sang. Then, there was a click and he was gone.
Abby went in at ten o'clock the next day.
"Hey Abby! There's another letter for you!" Randi said, seeing her.
"Oh no," Abby sighed.
"Huh?"
"Do me a favor and burn it!" Abby said.
"I don't know. The guy that dropped it off seemed like he really wanted you to read it," Abby sighed.
"Fine, give it to me," the envelope was blood red.
My Dearest Abby,
Roses are red
Blood is, too
No one does that to me
You'll get what you're due!
"Wow," Abby said, not the slightest bit impressed, "He threatens me in a love poem and starts it with: My dearest Abby. What a psycho!" she shook her head, brushed it off and began to walk away.
"Hey Abby, I think you-" but she was already out of earshot. Carter held up a pink envelope and finished his sentence, "Dropped this yesterday. Oh well."
There were no phone calls that night and Abby was feeling a lot better than she had the night before. As she was picking up her book, about to read it, there was a knock on her door.
"Oh God, he's at my house!" Abby's security left instantly. She didn't answer the door and no one knocked again. Abby sighed with relief. It must have been her imagination playing tricks on her. But just as she finished her first page of reading, there was another knock at the door. Abby didn't move. A few moments later, there was another knock. Abby got up and slowly approached the door, stopping by the kitchen first and picking up a long sharp knife. Every step she took was slow, steady, and quiet as the balls and heals of her bare feet slowly touched the hard wood floor. Soon, she was at the door which was now knocking fervently. She opened it, clutching the knife as if her life depended on it.
"Whoa, watch it, Abby, you'll poke someone's eye out with that thing!" Abby let out a big sigh of relief and lowered her hand.
"Malucci!" she half-screamed, "What are you doing at my apartment this late in the night?"
"It's a good thing I am because I think someone's been watching a little too much Nightmare on Elm Street," Dave said, eyes still on the knife as if unsure if Abby was going to raise it again. Noticing his unease, Abby put the knife down.
"Seriously, what are you doing here?"
"I found this note today, and I just, well," Dave was squirming. This was obviously hard for him to say.
"You what?"
"I came to see if you're OK."
"What note?"
"This note!" Dave took out a piece of paper, blood red and began to read, "Roses are red, blood is, too, no one-"
"OK, that's enough," Abby couldn't believe she had left that note in an easy to find place, "Look, Dave, I'm fine and I don't need a babysitter. Thanks for thinking of me, though, I didn't know you had it in you."
"Yeah, well..." Dave was becoming uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject, "Oh, and by the way, I found these outside your door. Looks like they've been here for a while. Well, I should go now, so, bye!" Dave left fast after passing Abby a bouquet of roses. A bouquet of dead roses. Abby's eyes widened. There was a card again.
"Even a rose has to die sometime," Abby said aloud. She looked around before stepping inside again.
"Hey Abby they need you in exam 4!" Mark yelled as he passed.
"Yeah, sure, I'll be right there!" she called back, not quite sure if he was paying any more attention to her. He was busy with Carter and a trauma patient, "Another day, another patient!" She sprinted to exam room four where she walked in and found Dave Malucci tending to a patient who didn't seem too happy to be there.
"Get the Hell away from me, you son of a-"
"So, Dave, who's this pleasant gentleman?" Abby asked, a smile creeping up on her face.
"I don't know, he won't tell us! But he won't cooperate for anyone! However, he has been asking for 'that cool brown-haired girl called Abby something' for a long time now. Wanna take over?"
"Well, my personal opinion would be not really, but I guess it's my job to take him if you want me to, isn't it?"
"Yes it is!"
"All right then!" Abby said, "What's his problem?"
"Mentally or physically?" Dave asked. Abby gave him an exasperated look.
"You know what I mean!"
"Yeah, asshole, you know what she means!"
"Can it!" Dave shot at the patient, "He won't tell us! There doesn't seem to be any visible scars, but he claims he's in pain. I think he's just a hypochondriac if you ask me."
"Thank you, Dave, but no one did ask you so I think that'll do!" Abby said, hastily as she put the restraints on the patient when he tried to lunge at Dave after his statement. And so, Dave departed, gladly, and Abby was left alone with the strange patient. Abby looked after Dave and jumped at a hand on her shoulder. She turned around quickly and saw that the patient had somehow slipped out of his restraints.
"Who are you, Houdini or something?" she asked, surprised.
"Next time, you might wanna tie them tighter," he smiled a crooked smile.
"OK, what's your name?" Abby asked, looking at the chart Dave had left. She looked back up at the man who was still grinning.
"Is there something amusing about your ailment, sir?" she asked.
"No, I was just thinking how good you'd look in those restraints," Abby looked puzzled and slightly frightened.
"Your name, please, sir," she repeated, keeping a brave face. The man walked to the door and locked it. Abby watched him, suspiciously, but still keeping her cool, "What are you doing?" the man looked through the window in the door and turned out the lights. He turned around again.
"Nothing," he answered.
"Would you please stop smiling like that?" *It's scaring me,* she added in her head.
"But why? Smile and the world smiles with you! Scream, and you die alone," Abby didn't know what to say to this.
"Smile!" the man ordered.
"No thank you!" Abby squeaked.
"Smile, damn it!" his own smile faded and turned into an expression of anger. Noticing Abby opening her mouth to scream, he added, "Scream and you die alone," Abby put on a forced smile, "That's more like it!" he regained his ghastly smile. He advanced on her and she backed up into the bed. The man sighed and stroked her cheek. His hand was cold, like ice.
"Horses can sense fear, you know. So can dogs."
"That's nice," Abby kept her weak, forced smile. The man leaned closer and inhaled Abby's hair.
"You're a very pretty girl," he told her.
"No I'm not. There are loads more pretty girls much prettier than me right outside that door. Why don't you go look?"
"Funny. I was going to say you were to pretty to die."
"I mean, yeah, sure, I'm pretty!" Abby corrected herself, hastily, forcing a laugh, "I'm just playing with you!"
"I'd like to play with you," the man whispered in her ear and it sent shivers up her spine.
"Um..."
"But not now," he said aloud and pushed her onto the bed. Abby was horrified! What did this man intend to do to her? He began to put her into the restraints.
"Abby, I forgot my..." Dave trailed off, trying to open the door, "Why did you lock the door?" he asked and knocked, "Abby, I need to get in there!" there was no answer and Dave began to rattle the door, "Abby!" looking through the window, he noticed the lights were out, "OK, something isn't right here..."
"Dave! That's Dave!" Abby said, her hope rebuilding itself.
"He won't get in," Abby's torturer said, tightening a restraint on her left arm.
"Owe! What are you going to do, amputate my arm?" she asked, feeling the restraint cutting off the circulation to her arm.
"Hm, good idea," the man's smile widened.
"Da-!" Abby screamed but the man put his hand to her mouth before she could get out the V and the E.
"Scream and you die alone!" the man kept saying that.
"Abby?!?!" Dave's concerned voice came from outside, "Are you OK?" the door began to rattle more violently.
"I can't finish with these interruptions!" the man declared, tightening Abby's other arm.
"Da-" again, she didn't finish as the man slapped her so hard in the face, it drew blood and for a moment, Abby was dazed. Just as the man finished tightening her bounds, the door stopped rattling. Coming to her senses as the details of the dark room sharpened around her once more, Abby asked the question again.
"What are you going to do?"
"If you don't shut up, I will rip your arm out of your socket and shove it down your throat while you slowly suffocate to death as I cut off your legs," he threatened. This silenced her and he brought out a knife.
"Chief, something's wrong in exam 4," Dave said, urgently at the admit desk.
"What ever it is, Malucci, it will have to wait! There's a patient in trauma one who is dying on us and I need to-"
"God damn it!" Dave yelled. Kerry gave him an alarmed look as she rushed off to the trauma room. Dave saw Jerry.
"Hey Jerry, there's something wrong in exam 4!"
"What are you telling me for?" Jerry asked.
"I need a god damned idiot such as your self who could help me get in there!" Dave said, through gritted teeth, losing his temper fast.
"Why do you need my help to get in there? Can't you just use the door?"
"Don't you understand?" Dave screamed, "I can't go through the damn door because it's locked! And Abby's on the other side!"
"Then why don't you get Abby to unlock the door for you?" Dave gave out a small scream of frustration.
"Something wrong Dave?" Carter asked. Dave limited his sentences to a minimum now.
"Trouble. Exam 4. Abby. Trapped in room with crazy patient. Door locked. Can't get in. Comprendo?" obviously, Carter understood because he started running to exam four with Dave on his heals.
"Abby?" It was Carter's voice now, but Abby could barely hear them. Carter banged on the door. The noise sounded miles away. Abby groaned in pain as the madman made one long, last incision on her right arm going from her shoulder down to the palm of her hand.
"The operation is complete, doctor! That'll teach you to hang up on me! No one dumps me without getting their comeuppance!" he laughed, "Now if you do excuse me, I must make my disappearing act!" and with that, he climbed out the window.
"ABBY!" Carter began to ram himself against the door with Dave.
"Gentlemen, please!" Romano said as he passed, "People will hear you and wonder what you are doing, myself among them!"
"Abby's in there!" Carter told him.
"Really?" Romano said, his eyes widening, "Wow, we should call the police, Abby's in an exam room!" Romano rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Does he *always* have to be such an asshole?" Carter asked Dave. Dave nodded and they continued trying to break down the door.
"Excuse me?" Kerry was there now, watching them.
"Chief, Abby's-"
"Dr. Weaver, I think-"
"There was this crazy patient and-"
"So Abby's inside and now we-"
"Now the door's locked-"
"We can't open the door because-"
"Whoa, one at a time!" Kerry interrupted the two who were speaking at the same time.
"Abby's locked inside with a crazy patient!" Dave told her.
"How come I wasn't notified sooner?" Kerry demanded. Dave let out a frustrated sigh, not even bothering to defend himself and the three doctors continued to try and open the door, finally succeeding in knocking it down.
"Oh my God!" Kerry said, trying to keep her self from fainting by clutching her crutch.
"Abby!" Carter stared at her.
"No," Dave shook his head. Carter pulled a small pink letter out from his pocket.
"My dearest Abby, roses are red, violates are blue, you are so beautiful, I want to make love to you," Carter whispered to himself. Who would write that? Surely not Luka.
"Carter get... Get a gurney..." Kerry stumbled over her words. Carter nodded and ran out.
TBC
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