Title: Unexplainable Happenings
Rating: G. Nothing bad in this one.
Author's Note: yep, last chapter! I'm really sorry if you were looking for romance, but I thought it wouldn't go as well with the plot. So, I stuck to really really close friendships. Oh, and thank you so much for the reviews! They mean a lot!
Disclaimer: Don't own the ones you recognize.
Cook County General Hospital ER: 11:27 PM
Some people say that when a person is about to die, he or she can actually see themselves from above, as if being pulled away. They actually witness their death. But then again, it's not a death; it's a transition from one place to the next. If you believe in that sort of thing.
Abby wasn't sure she did, but as she felt John's life slip away from her, she stared at the ceiling of the trauma room, wondering if he was there, watching everything take place.
Watching them lose him, no matter how hard they worked to keep him alive.
The continuous sound of John's unbeating heart was torture to Abby's ears. It was torture to her whole body. She watched as Jing-Mei began to cry, even as she continued to shock his heart.
And Peter Benton, who's normally unemotional, gruff face was a picture of anguish.
Why? Why did this have to happen? Why him? Why one of the most kind, generous, and understanding people she had ever known?
Amongst the chaos of the trauma and the agony of the ones who witnessed their colleague's dying, Abby could only wait, and watch. To her, it was as if time had stopped, to allow her one moment of silence.
And in that silence, Abby Lockhart felt as if she was dying herself.
Jing-Mei couldn't hold back the tears any longer. She had been taught to never let her emotions get in the way of working, but how could she not cry when the patient was their own Carter? No one could take over, anyway, because everyone in the trauma room was just as distraught as she was.
"How long?" Peter asked, almost too quiet for her to hear.
She dropped the paddles onto the floor. They connected with a metallic clang that broke the deathly quiet of the room, "Fifteen minutes." She whispered.
She saw Peter sigh, then glance at the clock in the room. Jing-Mei felt like the whole world was about to collapse in around them, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Time of death…," Abby began sobbing, her whole body wracked with sadness.
Jing-Mei could only think of what things would be like without her friend.
"11:28." Peter said, and then sunk to the floor of the room slowly, disbelievingly.
No one moved. No one dared speak. Abby was clutching at John's hand desperately, as if willing him to return to them.
Jing-Mei knew he wouldn't. He was gone for good. Beside her, Kerry Weaver began to cry quietly.
And then, with the sounds of sadness and broken hearts, another sound was heard. Coming from the monitor. The sound of a beating heart.
Completely in awe, Jing-Mei looked up at the monitor, and gasped when she saw the rhythm of a healthy, normal heart, "Oh my God," she whispered.
She saw Peter rise from the floor, his face expressing what she felt.
"John?" Abby asked, her voice hopeful.
"How can that happen?" Kerry asked, looking as if she was about to faint, "that's-that's impossible."
Jing-Mei could only smile, "Not impossible, just a miracle."
"Dr. Greene?"
Mark turned at the sound of his name to see the short, skinny policeman standing before him, "Yes?"
"I'm detective Farrell."
He nodded, somewhat chagrined. He'd had enough of these people. They couldn't seem to just leave him alone right now, even as Carter was still being operated on, "Uh huh."
"I just wanted to let you know that we found out who the killer was."
Mark suddenly paused. He wanted to know this. They all did, "Alright. Let's go to the lounge." He looked at Elizabeth, who nodded and turned to watch the trauma again.
They entered the lounge a few minutes later, and Mark sat down, along with the detective.
Detective Farrell leaned back in his chair across from Mark and opened a file, "We ran a check on his fingerprints. Turns out he was telling the truth about his brother dying here. It didn't happen too long ago, about seven or eight months."
"Who was his brother?"
The detective frowned, "A man named Derek Fossen."
Mark's blood suddenly ran cold. Derek Fossen. The father who had gone on a shooting spree. The man he had allowed to die in the elevator, "I remember him," his voice was dull and cold, and he was sure the detective heard it.
"I'm sure you do," he leaned forward, "the shooting spree was a result of temporary insanity, as I'm sure you know, since he'd had problems with his wife. But this kid, who was a good seven years younger than Derek, was actually diagnosed with a severe chemical imbalance in the brain ten years ago."
Mark listened intently, but he was still shattering on the inside. He had come for revenge. Carter shouldn't have been the one shot. He should have been.
"The kid's name is Timothy Fossen. No kids, no wife. It seems like his only friend had been his brother, until he had died."
Mark couldn't believe it. He had been the cause of all this.
He might as well been labeled the killer.
Kerry watched as they took Carter to the OR to get the wound in his arm closed up. She felt like she had just been put through Hell. All in a few minutes, she had watched one of the best men she'd ever known die, and then come back. Come back. That wasn't seen around the ER. Patients would either live or die. There was no in between.
Until now. It seemed like Carter had established that.
She felt someone come up beside her, and Kerry turned to regard Abby. She was weary, teary-eyed, and fatigued-looking, but she was relieved. Kerry could tell. They all were.
"That's never happened before," Kerry told her, smiling tiredly.
Abby simply stood there and watched as the stretcher carrying Carter entered the elevator, "A first time for everything," she whispered back.
Kerry studied the dent in her crutch, not sure what to say. It was true. They had all just experienced a miracle. One that could not be explained by medical terms and natural occurrences.
Kerry looked up at Abby again, and without thinking, she stepped forward and enveloped the nurse in a hug. The other woman clung back, and Kerry just stood there. They both needed the comfort.
Cook County General Hospital ER: 11:56 PM
Peter Benton wanted to know what had happened in trauma. Everyone was claiming it was a miracle, a phenomenon that couldn't be explained.
And Peter, being the one to logically think things through, wanted to know how it had happened. It had to be explainable. Miracles were things he had come to think false after his first two years working in surgery. The things he saw everyday tended to suck the faith right out of you. It did him.
Carter had been taken to recovery just a few minutes ago, and there had been no signs of any brain damage or tissue damage due to the lack of oxygen during the twenty-five minutes Carter's heart had not pumped. That in itself was something that couldn't happen.
But it had, and Peter couldn't deny it.
Maybe he should have kept his faith in the unexplainable after all.
"Yeah, he came for revenge, more than likely a result of the chemical imbalance in his brain," the detective continued, "I guess he couldn't accept the fact that his brother died from his injuries, even though you did everything you could to save him as the doctor that worked on him that day."
Mark felt like the world had just stopped. The detective was clueless, just like everyone else, about just what had happened that day. But he wasn't, and he would have to live with what it had caused for the rest of his life.
"Right Dr. Greene?"
He could only stare at the detective, "What?"
"I said that you did everything you could to save Derek, and Timothy just didn't accept that."
"Oh," he simply said.
But he couldn't answer the question, because he was just as guilty for killing that patient and injuring Carter as Timothy Fossen was.
Cook County General Hospital ER: 12:48 AM
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Carter asked Abby, frowning in confusion.
She pulled herself from her thoughts abruptly and gave him a smile, "Like what?"
"Like I'm the Golden Child or something." He answered, and she couldn't help but laugh. She had never been so glad to hear one of his 'zingers' in her whole life.
"I guess because you are."
He nodded, somewhat embarrassingly, and she couldn't help but smile again, "I know. Believe me, I've already been told hundreds of times about it, and I've only been awake for thirty minutes."
"Well, you have been deemed a miracle."
Carter shook his head, completely serious, and Abby felt her smile fade away, "I'm not. I was just holding on to something."
"What?" she asked, wondering what he was getting at.
He gave her a grateful smile, "Abby…," he leaned forward a little, wincing as he did so, and she almost told him to lie back, "I don't remember hardly anything after talking to you and Jing-Mei while I was on the floor," he hesitated.
"Go one," Abby encouraged.
"But I can remember feeling something," he looked down, as if ashamed to confess his feelings to her, "I don't know why, but I can remember feeling someone's hand on mine, even though that's not possible."
Abby couldn't do anything but sit there and stare at him. He had felt it? "No, that's not impossible." She whispered.
"I guess not," he answered back, "and I know…for certain, that it was you."
She couldn't help but ask him why, even though she thought she already knew.
"I don't know. I just…know," he said softly, before lying back on the bed tiredly, "and I just wanted to thank you." His brown eyes were tired, and they drooped a little. He was about to drift to sleep again.
She couldn't stop the tears from coming now, and she laid a hand on his pale face, "I thought you were gone for good," Abby paused and took a deep breath, "and it felt like I was falling apart on the inside."
"But I'm here." He said softly.
Abby reached up and brushed away the tears, "I know."
For a moment, they were both silent. Neither knew what to say.
But then again, they knew that they didn't have to say anything to completely understand each other.
THE END!!!!
I hope you like the ending, and thanks for reading and reviewing.
Rating: G. Nothing bad in this one.
Author's Note: yep, last chapter! I'm really sorry if you were looking for romance, but I thought it wouldn't go as well with the plot. So, I stuck to really really close friendships. Oh, and thank you so much for the reviews! They mean a lot!
Disclaimer: Don't own the ones you recognize.
Cook County General Hospital ER: 11:27 PM
Some people say that when a person is about to die, he or she can actually see themselves from above, as if being pulled away. They actually witness their death. But then again, it's not a death; it's a transition from one place to the next. If you believe in that sort of thing.
Abby wasn't sure she did, but as she felt John's life slip away from her, she stared at the ceiling of the trauma room, wondering if he was there, watching everything take place.
Watching them lose him, no matter how hard they worked to keep him alive.
The continuous sound of John's unbeating heart was torture to Abby's ears. It was torture to her whole body. She watched as Jing-Mei began to cry, even as she continued to shock his heart.
And Peter Benton, who's normally unemotional, gruff face was a picture of anguish.
Why? Why did this have to happen? Why him? Why one of the most kind, generous, and understanding people she had ever known?
Amongst the chaos of the trauma and the agony of the ones who witnessed their colleague's dying, Abby could only wait, and watch. To her, it was as if time had stopped, to allow her one moment of silence.
And in that silence, Abby Lockhart felt as if she was dying herself.
Jing-Mei couldn't hold back the tears any longer. She had been taught to never let her emotions get in the way of working, but how could she not cry when the patient was their own Carter? No one could take over, anyway, because everyone in the trauma room was just as distraught as she was.
"How long?" Peter asked, almost too quiet for her to hear.
She dropped the paddles onto the floor. They connected with a metallic clang that broke the deathly quiet of the room, "Fifteen minutes." She whispered.
She saw Peter sigh, then glance at the clock in the room. Jing-Mei felt like the whole world was about to collapse in around them, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Time of death…," Abby began sobbing, her whole body wracked with sadness.
Jing-Mei could only think of what things would be like without her friend.
"11:28." Peter said, and then sunk to the floor of the room slowly, disbelievingly.
No one moved. No one dared speak. Abby was clutching at John's hand desperately, as if willing him to return to them.
Jing-Mei knew he wouldn't. He was gone for good. Beside her, Kerry Weaver began to cry quietly.
And then, with the sounds of sadness and broken hearts, another sound was heard. Coming from the monitor. The sound of a beating heart.
Completely in awe, Jing-Mei looked up at the monitor, and gasped when she saw the rhythm of a healthy, normal heart, "Oh my God," she whispered.
She saw Peter rise from the floor, his face expressing what she felt.
"John?" Abby asked, her voice hopeful.
"How can that happen?" Kerry asked, looking as if she was about to faint, "that's-that's impossible."
Jing-Mei could only smile, "Not impossible, just a miracle."
"Dr. Greene?"
Mark turned at the sound of his name to see the short, skinny policeman standing before him, "Yes?"
"I'm detective Farrell."
He nodded, somewhat chagrined. He'd had enough of these people. They couldn't seem to just leave him alone right now, even as Carter was still being operated on, "Uh huh."
"I just wanted to let you know that we found out who the killer was."
Mark suddenly paused. He wanted to know this. They all did, "Alright. Let's go to the lounge." He looked at Elizabeth, who nodded and turned to watch the trauma again.
They entered the lounge a few minutes later, and Mark sat down, along with the detective.
Detective Farrell leaned back in his chair across from Mark and opened a file, "We ran a check on his fingerprints. Turns out he was telling the truth about his brother dying here. It didn't happen too long ago, about seven or eight months."
"Who was his brother?"
The detective frowned, "A man named Derek Fossen."
Mark's blood suddenly ran cold. Derek Fossen. The father who had gone on a shooting spree. The man he had allowed to die in the elevator, "I remember him," his voice was dull and cold, and he was sure the detective heard it.
"I'm sure you do," he leaned forward, "the shooting spree was a result of temporary insanity, as I'm sure you know, since he'd had problems with his wife. But this kid, who was a good seven years younger than Derek, was actually diagnosed with a severe chemical imbalance in the brain ten years ago."
Mark listened intently, but he was still shattering on the inside. He had come for revenge. Carter shouldn't have been the one shot. He should have been.
"The kid's name is Timothy Fossen. No kids, no wife. It seems like his only friend had been his brother, until he had died."
Mark couldn't believe it. He had been the cause of all this.
He might as well been labeled the killer.
Kerry watched as they took Carter to the OR to get the wound in his arm closed up. She felt like she had just been put through Hell. All in a few minutes, she had watched one of the best men she'd ever known die, and then come back. Come back. That wasn't seen around the ER. Patients would either live or die. There was no in between.
Until now. It seemed like Carter had established that.
She felt someone come up beside her, and Kerry turned to regard Abby. She was weary, teary-eyed, and fatigued-looking, but she was relieved. Kerry could tell. They all were.
"That's never happened before," Kerry told her, smiling tiredly.
Abby simply stood there and watched as the stretcher carrying Carter entered the elevator, "A first time for everything," she whispered back.
Kerry studied the dent in her crutch, not sure what to say. It was true. They had all just experienced a miracle. One that could not be explained by medical terms and natural occurrences.
Kerry looked up at Abby again, and without thinking, she stepped forward and enveloped the nurse in a hug. The other woman clung back, and Kerry just stood there. They both needed the comfort.
Cook County General Hospital ER: 11:56 PM
Peter Benton wanted to know what had happened in trauma. Everyone was claiming it was a miracle, a phenomenon that couldn't be explained.
And Peter, being the one to logically think things through, wanted to know how it had happened. It had to be explainable. Miracles were things he had come to think false after his first two years working in surgery. The things he saw everyday tended to suck the faith right out of you. It did him.
Carter had been taken to recovery just a few minutes ago, and there had been no signs of any brain damage or tissue damage due to the lack of oxygen during the twenty-five minutes Carter's heart had not pumped. That in itself was something that couldn't happen.
But it had, and Peter couldn't deny it.
Maybe he should have kept his faith in the unexplainable after all.
"Yeah, he came for revenge, more than likely a result of the chemical imbalance in his brain," the detective continued, "I guess he couldn't accept the fact that his brother died from his injuries, even though you did everything you could to save him as the doctor that worked on him that day."
Mark felt like the world had just stopped. The detective was clueless, just like everyone else, about just what had happened that day. But he wasn't, and he would have to live with what it had caused for the rest of his life.
"Right Dr. Greene?"
He could only stare at the detective, "What?"
"I said that you did everything you could to save Derek, and Timothy just didn't accept that."
"Oh," he simply said.
But he couldn't answer the question, because he was just as guilty for killing that patient and injuring Carter as Timothy Fossen was.
Cook County General Hospital ER: 12:48 AM
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Carter asked Abby, frowning in confusion.
She pulled herself from her thoughts abruptly and gave him a smile, "Like what?"
"Like I'm the Golden Child or something." He answered, and she couldn't help but laugh. She had never been so glad to hear one of his 'zingers' in her whole life.
"I guess because you are."
He nodded, somewhat embarrassingly, and she couldn't help but smile again, "I know. Believe me, I've already been told hundreds of times about it, and I've only been awake for thirty minutes."
"Well, you have been deemed a miracle."
Carter shook his head, completely serious, and Abby felt her smile fade away, "I'm not. I was just holding on to something."
"What?" she asked, wondering what he was getting at.
He gave her a grateful smile, "Abby…," he leaned forward a little, wincing as he did so, and she almost told him to lie back, "I don't remember hardly anything after talking to you and Jing-Mei while I was on the floor," he hesitated.
"Go one," Abby encouraged.
"But I can remember feeling something," he looked down, as if ashamed to confess his feelings to her, "I don't know why, but I can remember feeling someone's hand on mine, even though that's not possible."
Abby couldn't do anything but sit there and stare at him. He had felt it? "No, that's not impossible." She whispered.
"I guess not," he answered back, "and I know…for certain, that it was you."
She couldn't help but ask him why, even though she thought she already knew.
"I don't know. I just…know," he said softly, before lying back on the bed tiredly, "and I just wanted to thank you." His brown eyes were tired, and they drooped a little. He was about to drift to sleep again.
She couldn't stop the tears from coming now, and she laid a hand on his pale face, "I thought you were gone for good," Abby paused and took a deep breath, "and it felt like I was falling apart on the inside."
"But I'm here." He said softly.
Abby reached up and brushed away the tears, "I know."
For a moment, they were both silent. Neither knew what to say.
But then again, they knew that they didn't have to say anything to completely understand each other.
THE END!!!!
I hope you like the ending, and thanks for reading and reviewing.