Dr. Weaver met the gurney as it burst through the swinging doors of the emergency room. John was
still holding onto the side of it, while Abby lay talking to him. Deb and Susan glanced in their direction
as Carter leaned down and kissed her as they wheeled her into the Trauma Room, where Kerry ordered
him to leave.
Working on Abby's injured leg took no time, although Weaver did recomend cosmetic surgery for the
major scarring.
Abby was wheeled out of the trauma room and just as a precaution being kept overnight. The police
barged through to question the victim as she was wheeled over to the nurses station.
Dr. Romano, dressed typically in his navy scrubs, approached the nurses station where Deb, Susan,
Carter, Abby, and Weaver were assembled.
"We just received word that Dr. Mark Greene passed away."
Everyone was speechless and Susan sunk to the ground crying.
Abby returned to her and John's apartment the next day, someone, wearing as crime scene
jacket was removing the living room carpet as John wheeled the wheelchair into the living room. She
could see the blood on the piece of Burber carpet he held.
Brians dead body had been hauled out last night. The apartment was still a crime scene, she and
John were only allowed to enter to fetch their necessities, and the police had to go over anything they
removed from the apartment.
"I don't know why the police find interest in going through my underwear." Abby exclaimed.
"Maybe they find your sexy lingerie as appealing as I do." John said, with an evil grin.
"Funny."
They finished packing two suitcases, and after letting the officers search them, with a luma-lite and
their hands, they were permitted to leave the apartment.
Gamma had generously told them they could stay in the guest rooms at her mansion. Abby hoped
Eleanor wasn't there.
John put the suitcases in the trunk of the black V-12 Mercedes S-600 he had borrowed from Gamma, while
his SUV was being examined by crime scene technicians.
"We need to go see Elizabeth sometime." Abby told Carter as they sped down the interstate."
"I called and told her we would be over tomorrow. Kerry told her about your accident, so she understood."
She nodded, as the drove up the brick driveway, covered in snow.
still holding onto the side of it, while Abby lay talking to him. Deb and Susan glanced in their direction
as Carter leaned down and kissed her as they wheeled her into the Trauma Room, where Kerry ordered
him to leave.
Working on Abby's injured leg took no time, although Weaver did recomend cosmetic surgery for the
major scarring.
Abby was wheeled out of the trauma room and just as a precaution being kept overnight. The police
barged through to question the victim as she was wheeled over to the nurses station.
Dr. Romano, dressed typically in his navy scrubs, approached the nurses station where Deb, Susan,
Carter, Abby, and Weaver were assembled.
"We just received word that Dr. Mark Greene passed away."
Everyone was speechless and Susan sunk to the ground crying.
Abby returned to her and John's apartment the next day, someone, wearing as crime scene
jacket was removing the living room carpet as John wheeled the wheelchair into the living room. She
could see the blood on the piece of Burber carpet he held.
Brians dead body had been hauled out last night. The apartment was still a crime scene, she and
John were only allowed to enter to fetch their necessities, and the police had to go over anything they
removed from the apartment.
"I don't know why the police find interest in going through my underwear." Abby exclaimed.
"Maybe they find your sexy lingerie as appealing as I do." John said, with an evil grin.
"Funny."
They finished packing two suitcases, and after letting the officers search them, with a luma-lite and
their hands, they were permitted to leave the apartment.
Gamma had generously told them they could stay in the guest rooms at her mansion. Abby hoped
Eleanor wasn't there.
John put the suitcases in the trunk of the black V-12 Mercedes S-600 he had borrowed from Gamma, while
his SUV was being examined by crime scene technicians.
"We need to go see Elizabeth sometime." Abby told Carter as they sped down the interstate."
"I called and told her we would be over tomorrow. Kerry told her about your accident, so she understood."
She nodded, as the drove up the brick driveway, covered in snow.