Title: Nothing Short of Miracles
Rating: This chapter is just rated PG for serious angst.
Author's Note: Just a couple more chapters to go and I'm done! Thank you so much for the reviews. They mean a lot!
Disclaimer: Don't own them except ones you don't recognize, blah blah blah.
Cook County General Hospital: 11:17 PM
Abby gripped Carter's hand desperately, hoping that the gesture would keep him alive and with her. She didn't know what she would do if she lost him…But she couldn't think like that. It would only make things worse. There was action all around her, people rushing to save a beloved colleague's life. She couldn't hear anything, though. All she thought, all she saw, was him, barely hanging on.
"He lost a lot of blood," Jing-Mei was saying.
That didn't matter. He would live. Abby knew it.
"Somebody help me get that artery closed!" Benton was yelling.
Someone would. They'd get it closed off and he'd be fine.
"He needs five units of O-Neg, STAT!" Kerry demanded.
He'd get it. Abby just knew it. He'd get it, and he'd be fine.
His hand was cool and limp in her own, but she didn't let it go. She couldn't let it go. She wanted to keep him anchored here. She squeezed his fingers gently, not even paying attention to the action around her and willed Carter to hang on. Just hang on…
"Don't leave me, Carter," she whispered in his ear, "I need you too much."
She didn't even know if he could hear her, but she didn't care.
Elizabeth couldn't stop hugging Mark. He just felt so…right in her arms. And sadly enough, it had taken a tragedy like this to realize that she loved him too much to just forget about the times, the memories they shared.
"Oh God, Mark. I thought I had lost you," she whispered into his chest, and she felt him take a breath.
He sighed, "All I could see was your face," he answered quietly.
Elizabeth began to cry again. These weren't tears of fear, they were tears of relief. Complete and absolute relief, "How's-how's Carter?" she asked, pulling away from the embrace.
"I don't know," Mark shook his head, and Elizabeth's hope sank, "he lost a lot of blood, but that kid can really hang on when he wants to."
Elizabeth looked through the window into the trauma room. Carter lay on the operating table, pale and deathly. All around him swarmed Dr.'s Benton, Weaver, and Chen, fighting to save him. Beside him was Abby, clutching his hand. Elizabeth thought she saw a tear slide down the distraught nurse's cheek, and she fought the urge to cry herself, she was so touched.
"I just wish there was something we could do." she whispered.
Mark sighed as he watched the same scene, "There's already too many people in there. We'd just be in the way." She knew he was being logical, but Elizabeth wanted to be in there, more than anything.
Peter Benton hated his life sometimes. There were just certain days when he was told, harshly and cruelly, that he could be affected by tragedy just as everyone else could. That the same people who fought to save lives could become victims themselves.
Today was one of those days, and to see the fact that none of them were invincible, one of their own had to suffer. Carter. He had already been through so much, now he was a victim again.
"How did this happen?" he muttered disbelievingly.
"He tried to save the patient that got shot," Dr. Chen said, and he jumped, not expecting an answer, "he tried to take her to the trauma room, and he got shot for his efforts."
Peter studied Carter's pale face. He had been intubated a few minutes ago, and now, they were inside, trying to tie off the source of the blood. Abby was clinging to his side, but he didn't say anything. He knew she wouldn't leave.
And Peter hoped, by some miracle, that Carter could feel her beside him. Maybe that would help him hang on more.
Because sometimes miracles were all that kept people alive.
Abby was the first one to notice that something was wrong. She was only holding his hand, but for some reason, she could feel, deep down inside and with every part of her body and soul, a change.
Completely stunned, all she could do was cry against his hand. Something wasn't right.
"Abby?" Jing-Mei asked, giving her a puzzled expression.
She didn't answer. She didn't have to, because at that moment, John flat lined, and she saw Jing-Mei's face go from understanding to horror.
"He's in V-fib!"
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…
He had to be okay. He had to.
"Charge the paddles to 100!"
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…
"Abby, move your hand!"
She did so, and she felt like she was being pulled away from a lifeline, but she knew that she was the lifeline.
John's body jerked. For a fraction of a second, the room held it's breath.
Abby grabbed his hand again as the keening wail continued unmercifully.
Flat line.
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…
Nathan watched the trauma from outside, completely destroyed by what he saw.
"Sir, if you could just tell us what happened exactly…" a policeman was saying.
He didn't answer. He could only stare at the desperate doctors as the tried to bring their colleague back to life. He could only hope for a miracle.
"Sir,"
'That doctor in there is dying right now," he whispered, not taking his eyes off of the woman who cried openly as the fight continued, "I think that's what matters right now."
TO BE CONTINUED…
Sorry it's so short, but it kind of has to go this way. Don't worry, the next chapter is getting uploaded right after this one. It's finished and everything!
Rating: This chapter is just rated PG for serious angst.
Author's Note: Just a couple more chapters to go and I'm done! Thank you so much for the reviews. They mean a lot!
Disclaimer: Don't own them except ones you don't recognize, blah blah blah.
Cook County General Hospital: 11:17 PM
Abby gripped Carter's hand desperately, hoping that the gesture would keep him alive and with her. She didn't know what she would do if she lost him…But she couldn't think like that. It would only make things worse. There was action all around her, people rushing to save a beloved colleague's life. She couldn't hear anything, though. All she thought, all she saw, was him, barely hanging on.
"He lost a lot of blood," Jing-Mei was saying.
That didn't matter. He would live. Abby knew it.
"Somebody help me get that artery closed!" Benton was yelling.
Someone would. They'd get it closed off and he'd be fine.
"He needs five units of O-Neg, STAT!" Kerry demanded.
He'd get it. Abby just knew it. He'd get it, and he'd be fine.
His hand was cool and limp in her own, but she didn't let it go. She couldn't let it go. She wanted to keep him anchored here. She squeezed his fingers gently, not even paying attention to the action around her and willed Carter to hang on. Just hang on…
"Don't leave me, Carter," she whispered in his ear, "I need you too much."
She didn't even know if he could hear her, but she didn't care.
Elizabeth couldn't stop hugging Mark. He just felt so…right in her arms. And sadly enough, it had taken a tragedy like this to realize that she loved him too much to just forget about the times, the memories they shared.
"Oh God, Mark. I thought I had lost you," she whispered into his chest, and she felt him take a breath.
He sighed, "All I could see was your face," he answered quietly.
Elizabeth began to cry again. These weren't tears of fear, they were tears of relief. Complete and absolute relief, "How's-how's Carter?" she asked, pulling away from the embrace.
"I don't know," Mark shook his head, and Elizabeth's hope sank, "he lost a lot of blood, but that kid can really hang on when he wants to."
Elizabeth looked through the window into the trauma room. Carter lay on the operating table, pale and deathly. All around him swarmed Dr.'s Benton, Weaver, and Chen, fighting to save him. Beside him was Abby, clutching his hand. Elizabeth thought she saw a tear slide down the distraught nurse's cheek, and she fought the urge to cry herself, she was so touched.
"I just wish there was something we could do." she whispered.
Mark sighed as he watched the same scene, "There's already too many people in there. We'd just be in the way." She knew he was being logical, but Elizabeth wanted to be in there, more than anything.
Peter Benton hated his life sometimes. There were just certain days when he was told, harshly and cruelly, that he could be affected by tragedy just as everyone else could. That the same people who fought to save lives could become victims themselves.
Today was one of those days, and to see the fact that none of them were invincible, one of their own had to suffer. Carter. He had already been through so much, now he was a victim again.
"How did this happen?" he muttered disbelievingly.
"He tried to save the patient that got shot," Dr. Chen said, and he jumped, not expecting an answer, "he tried to take her to the trauma room, and he got shot for his efforts."
Peter studied Carter's pale face. He had been intubated a few minutes ago, and now, they were inside, trying to tie off the source of the blood. Abby was clinging to his side, but he didn't say anything. He knew she wouldn't leave.
And Peter hoped, by some miracle, that Carter could feel her beside him. Maybe that would help him hang on more.
Because sometimes miracles were all that kept people alive.
Abby was the first one to notice that something was wrong. She was only holding his hand, but for some reason, she could feel, deep down inside and with every part of her body and soul, a change.
Completely stunned, all she could do was cry against his hand. Something wasn't right.
"Abby?" Jing-Mei asked, giving her a puzzled expression.
She didn't answer. She didn't have to, because at that moment, John flat lined, and she saw Jing-Mei's face go from understanding to horror.
"He's in V-fib!"
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…
He had to be okay. He had to.
"Charge the paddles to 100!"
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…
"Abby, move your hand!"
She did so, and she felt like she was being pulled away from a lifeline, but she knew that she was the lifeline.
John's body jerked. For a fraction of a second, the room held it's breath.
Abby grabbed his hand again as the keening wail continued unmercifully.
Flat line.
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…
Nathan watched the trauma from outside, completely destroyed by what he saw.
"Sir, if you could just tell us what happened exactly…" a policeman was saying.
He didn't answer. He could only stare at the desperate doctors as the tried to bring their colleague back to life. He could only hope for a miracle.
"Sir,"
'That doctor in there is dying right now," he whispered, not taking his eyes off of the woman who cried openly as the fight continued, "I think that's what matters right now."
TO BE CONTINUED…
Sorry it's so short, but it kind of has to go this way. Don't worry, the next chapter is getting uploaded right after this one. It's finished and everything!