Title: Remember
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I love Erik/Dave, but I do not own him or any of the other ER staff. I own Anna, Sam, Brooke, and Dylan.
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Dave yawned as he walked into the lounge. He stood in front of his locker and set his bag down. He opened his locker and looked at his locker mirror. He looked like a mess. He hadn't got a lot of sleep last night because his father, Anna, Brooke, Dylan, and himself had been up all night chatting the night away. Dave had been the first to leave the conversation, due to the fact that he had a 24 hour shift the next day, and left the others to talk until their demise. When he had woken up, he found his father on the pull out bed in the living room, Dylan on the floor, and his sister and Brooke in the guest room. He had taken a shower and gotten dressed and left for work on his bike, leaving his car in case Anna or his father needed it. Dave stuffed his bag into his locker and shut the door. He walked out of the lounge and saw Randi reading Cosmo. He walked over to the admit desk.
"Hey, Randi," he greeted.
Randi looked up from her magazine and when she saw it was Dave, she smiled and put it down. "Hey, Dave. What's up?"
"Nothing much...uh, my dad and little sister came in yesterday," he added.
Randi tried not to let her smile fade. "Oh, um...how's it been so far?"
"I don't know, I mean...my dad..." he started.
Randi's eyes got wide. "He hasn't hit you has he?" she asked, concerned.
"No, no, he hasn't, it's just...he apologized to me...about hitting me," he said, quietly, trying not to let anyone in on their conversation.
Randi was confused. "Well...isn't that a good thing?" she asked, carefully.
Dave shrugged. "I don't know, I just think..."
"MALUCCI!"
Randi cringed at the sound of Weaver's voice and cursed at her awful timing.
"Yeah, Chief?" Dave asked.
"I have a family of three asking for you," Weaver said, "They're waiting in chairs, so go help them."
"Uh, sure thing, Chief," Dave replied.
"Now!" Kerry exclaimed, causing Dave to jump slightly. She limped away, leaving Dave to exchange a glance with Randi.
"Why me?" he sighed.
Randi gave him a small smile.
Dave made his way to chairs and saw who Dr. Weaver was talking about. It was Lana, Cassidy, and Amanda Davis. He had treated Lana almost a week ago. The only difference this time was Mr. Davis wasn't around.
"Mrs. Davis?" he asked.
Mrs. Davis looked up and when she saw Dave, she stood up with a relieved smile.
"Dr. Malucci, thank goodness you're here," she said, breathlessly.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Davis?" he asked, worriedly.
"It's my husband, Roger, he...he's out of control," she said, near tears.
Dave raised his eyebrows and looked at Lana and Cassidy, who looked up at him with a trace of fear in their eyes. He looked back at Mrs. Davis.
"Mrs. Davis, what's going on?" he asked.
A tear ran down Amanda's face. "He...he took a knife from the drawer...he started waving it around..." she said through tears.
Dave's eyes widened. "Why didn't you call the police?" he asked, trying to stay calm.
"He...he threatened that he would kill us if I did," she explained.
Dave ran a hand through his hair. "How did you get away?" he questioned.
"He chased me into the family room and...and the children came out," she said, gesturing to Lana and Cassidy, "he dropped the knife and walked over to them...he started screaming at them...they didn't even do anything..."
"Mrs. Davis, how did you get away?" Dave asked again.
"He slapped Lana and grabbed Cassidy and threw her into the wall...I picked up the knife...I threatened him with it and he backed away...I took the girls by the hand and led them out. I...I don't know," she cried.
Dave took her hand. "Mrs. Davis, it'll be alright," he said, trying to comfort her, "do you know where your husband is?"
Mrs. Davis shook her head. Dave sighed. He looked at Lana and Cassidy again, knowing what they were going through.
"OK," Dave sighed, "I'll find you a room and you can rest in there. I'll talk to the police, Mrs. Davis, is that all right?"
Mrs. Davis nodded. "I just don't want him to get near my children," she said.
Dave lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. "Mrs. Davis, don't worry," he assured, "I won't let anything happen to you or your children."
Mrs. Davis gave him a slight smile. "Thank you, Dr. Malucci," she whispered.
Dave nodded. He knelt down on the floor so he could be face to face with Lana. He pulled the two girls to him. "You two have to take care of your mom, OK?" he said.
Cassidy and Lana nodded. "We will, Dr. Malucci," Lana said, slurring at Dave's last name.
Dave smiled at her. "You can call me Dave," he said.
Lana smiled at him brightly. He turned to Cassidy and nodded. She nodded back. "Stay here, Mrs. Davis, I'll be right back," he said to Amanda. He ran back to Randi.
"Randi, what rooms are open?" he asked.
Randi must have heard the panic in his voice because she looked it up fast. "Um, Exam 2 and Curtain 1...why?" she asked, curiously.
"OK, keep those rooms clear, got it?" he ordered, ignoring her question.
"I'll try, Dave, but I can't promise you anything," she replied, a little annoyed.
"Look, Randi, I'll explain later...just, please, I beg you, do everything in your power to keep those rooms empty."
Before Randi could give him a reply, he ran back to the Davises and led them to the empty Curtain 1. Randi shook her head, confused. She shrugged and went back to her magazine, which had switched from Cosmo to Glamour.
Dave was exhausted. Lana, Cassidy, and Mrs. Davis were asleep in Curtain 1 and it had been very hard to convince the Chief to let him keep the room empty for the three. He trudged into the lounge again and sunk down onto the couch. He closed his eyes. He rest was short lived, however, when he heard screams coming from outside the lounge. He got up and ran out the doors to see a man with a gun walking around the entrance. After a moment, he realized who it was...Mr. Davis.
"Where is he, damn it!" Mr. Davis screamed. "Where are they!"
"Who, sir, who are you looking for?" Kerry asked, calmly.
"That damned doctor and my family!" the Mr. Davis screamed back. He pointed his gun at people as he searched for his wife and kids. He turned to where Dave was standing and made eye contact with him. Mr. Davis's eyes blazed with anger.
"There you are!" he yelled, furiously. "Where are they? Where are my kids? Where's my wife?"
Dave shook his head slowly. He turned his head and Randi looked at him, her eyes wide with fear. He turned back to Mr. Davis.
"Mr. Davis, don't do this," he said, cautiously.
"Shut up! Just tell me where my family is," he ordered.
Dave shook his head again. "I can't do that, Mr. Davis," he answered.
"Tell me, or I will shoot any and everybody in this hospital," he threatened.
Dave looked around. He saw the patients who were frozen on the spot, he saw the Chief, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, he saw Carter and Abby next to each other, they were clinging to each other's arms in fear, he saw Jing-Mei holding a chart and she made eye contact with him, her eyes showing her fear and worry, and finally he saw Randi, the woman he trusted, the woman he cared about, the woman he...loved.
"Mr. Davis, please," Dave pleaded.
"NO!" Mr. Davis screamed.
Dave shuddered, thinking of his father. He pushed the thought out of his head.
"Mr. Davis, if you do this, chances are you'll never see your family again," Dave told him.
Mr. Davis glared at him. Dave saw one of the waiting patients behind Mr. Davis getting ready to jump him.
"If you don't tell me where they are, I'm going to kill you," Mr. Davis threatened, as he raised his gun to meet Dave. Dave's eyes widened. He saw Mr. Davis's finger squeeze on the trigger. At that moment, the young man who was about to jump Mr. Davis pounced at him and Mr. Davis's hand flailed up, causing his finger to pull the trigger. The bullet went off and Dave heard people scream. He suddenly felt a burning pain in his right shoulder. He did a double take and looked down at his shoulder. He could see half his scrub top already soaked with his blood...he felt to his knees on the floor. He was feeling very woozy. He saw a blurry image rush to him and the image lay him on the floor. Although he couldn't see the person, he knew who it was. It was Randi. He didn't know how, but he knew. He could feel it. He felt her stroking his hair and he could slightly hear her calling his name, but he couldn't respond. Several more blurry images joined Randi and he felt himself being
lifted up. He jolted as the pain in his shoulder was aggravated. After he was lifted onto the gurney, he could see the blur of lights as he was taken through the hall to Trauma 1. When they finally stopped, he couldn't bear to keep his eyes open anymore and he fell into a deep sea of blackness and emptiness.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I love Erik/Dave, but I do not own him or any of the other ER staff. I own Anna, Sam, Brooke, and Dylan.
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Dave yawned as he walked into the lounge. He stood in front of his locker and set his bag down. He opened his locker and looked at his locker mirror. He looked like a mess. He hadn't got a lot of sleep last night because his father, Anna, Brooke, Dylan, and himself had been up all night chatting the night away. Dave had been the first to leave the conversation, due to the fact that he had a 24 hour shift the next day, and left the others to talk until their demise. When he had woken up, he found his father on the pull out bed in the living room, Dylan on the floor, and his sister and Brooke in the guest room. He had taken a shower and gotten dressed and left for work on his bike, leaving his car in case Anna or his father needed it. Dave stuffed his bag into his locker and shut the door. He walked out of the lounge and saw Randi reading Cosmo. He walked over to the admit desk.
"Hey, Randi," he greeted.
Randi looked up from her magazine and when she saw it was Dave, she smiled and put it down. "Hey, Dave. What's up?"
"Nothing much...uh, my dad and little sister came in yesterday," he added.
Randi tried not to let her smile fade. "Oh, um...how's it been so far?"
"I don't know, I mean...my dad..." he started.
Randi's eyes got wide. "He hasn't hit you has he?" she asked, concerned.
"No, no, he hasn't, it's just...he apologized to me...about hitting me," he said, quietly, trying not to let anyone in on their conversation.
Randi was confused. "Well...isn't that a good thing?" she asked, carefully.
Dave shrugged. "I don't know, I just think..."
"MALUCCI!"
Randi cringed at the sound of Weaver's voice and cursed at her awful timing.
"Yeah, Chief?" Dave asked.
"I have a family of three asking for you," Weaver said, "They're waiting in chairs, so go help them."
"Uh, sure thing, Chief," Dave replied.
"Now!" Kerry exclaimed, causing Dave to jump slightly. She limped away, leaving Dave to exchange a glance with Randi.
"Why me?" he sighed.
Randi gave him a small smile.
Dave made his way to chairs and saw who Dr. Weaver was talking about. It was Lana, Cassidy, and Amanda Davis. He had treated Lana almost a week ago. The only difference this time was Mr. Davis wasn't around.
"Mrs. Davis?" he asked.
Mrs. Davis looked up and when she saw Dave, she stood up with a relieved smile.
"Dr. Malucci, thank goodness you're here," she said, breathlessly.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Davis?" he asked, worriedly.
"It's my husband, Roger, he...he's out of control," she said, near tears.
Dave raised his eyebrows and looked at Lana and Cassidy, who looked up at him with a trace of fear in their eyes. He looked back at Mrs. Davis.
"Mrs. Davis, what's going on?" he asked.
A tear ran down Amanda's face. "He...he took a knife from the drawer...he started waving it around..." she said through tears.
Dave's eyes widened. "Why didn't you call the police?" he asked, trying to stay calm.
"He...he threatened that he would kill us if I did," she explained.
Dave ran a hand through his hair. "How did you get away?" he questioned.
"He chased me into the family room and...and the children came out," she said, gesturing to Lana and Cassidy, "he dropped the knife and walked over to them...he started screaming at them...they didn't even do anything..."
"Mrs. Davis, how did you get away?" Dave asked again.
"He slapped Lana and grabbed Cassidy and threw her into the wall...I picked up the knife...I threatened him with it and he backed away...I took the girls by the hand and led them out. I...I don't know," she cried.
Dave took her hand. "Mrs. Davis, it'll be alright," he said, trying to comfort her, "do you know where your husband is?"
Mrs. Davis shook her head. Dave sighed. He looked at Lana and Cassidy again, knowing what they were going through.
"OK," Dave sighed, "I'll find you a room and you can rest in there. I'll talk to the police, Mrs. Davis, is that all right?"
Mrs. Davis nodded. "I just don't want him to get near my children," she said.
Dave lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. "Mrs. Davis, don't worry," he assured, "I won't let anything happen to you or your children."
Mrs. Davis gave him a slight smile. "Thank you, Dr. Malucci," she whispered.
Dave nodded. He knelt down on the floor so he could be face to face with Lana. He pulled the two girls to him. "You two have to take care of your mom, OK?" he said.
Cassidy and Lana nodded. "We will, Dr. Malucci," Lana said, slurring at Dave's last name.
Dave smiled at her. "You can call me Dave," he said.
Lana smiled at him brightly. He turned to Cassidy and nodded. She nodded back. "Stay here, Mrs. Davis, I'll be right back," he said to Amanda. He ran back to Randi.
"Randi, what rooms are open?" he asked.
Randi must have heard the panic in his voice because she looked it up fast. "Um, Exam 2 and Curtain 1...why?" she asked, curiously.
"OK, keep those rooms clear, got it?" he ordered, ignoring her question.
"I'll try, Dave, but I can't promise you anything," she replied, a little annoyed.
"Look, Randi, I'll explain later...just, please, I beg you, do everything in your power to keep those rooms empty."
Before Randi could give him a reply, he ran back to the Davises and led them to the empty Curtain 1. Randi shook her head, confused. She shrugged and went back to her magazine, which had switched from Cosmo to Glamour.
Dave was exhausted. Lana, Cassidy, and Mrs. Davis were asleep in Curtain 1 and it had been very hard to convince the Chief to let him keep the room empty for the three. He trudged into the lounge again and sunk down onto the couch. He closed his eyes. He rest was short lived, however, when he heard screams coming from outside the lounge. He got up and ran out the doors to see a man with a gun walking around the entrance. After a moment, he realized who it was...Mr. Davis.
"Where is he, damn it!" Mr. Davis screamed. "Where are they!"
"Who, sir, who are you looking for?" Kerry asked, calmly.
"That damned doctor and my family!" the Mr. Davis screamed back. He pointed his gun at people as he searched for his wife and kids. He turned to where Dave was standing and made eye contact with him. Mr. Davis's eyes blazed with anger.
"There you are!" he yelled, furiously. "Where are they? Where are my kids? Where's my wife?"
Dave shook his head slowly. He turned his head and Randi looked at him, her eyes wide with fear. He turned back to Mr. Davis.
"Mr. Davis, don't do this," he said, cautiously.
"Shut up! Just tell me where my family is," he ordered.
Dave shook his head again. "I can't do that, Mr. Davis," he answered.
"Tell me, or I will shoot any and everybody in this hospital," he threatened.
Dave looked around. He saw the patients who were frozen on the spot, he saw the Chief, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, he saw Carter and Abby next to each other, they were clinging to each other's arms in fear, he saw Jing-Mei holding a chart and she made eye contact with him, her eyes showing her fear and worry, and finally he saw Randi, the woman he trusted, the woman he cared about, the woman he...loved.
"Mr. Davis, please," Dave pleaded.
"NO!" Mr. Davis screamed.
Dave shuddered, thinking of his father. He pushed the thought out of his head.
"Mr. Davis, if you do this, chances are you'll never see your family again," Dave told him.
Mr. Davis glared at him. Dave saw one of the waiting patients behind Mr. Davis getting ready to jump him.
"If you don't tell me where they are, I'm going to kill you," Mr. Davis threatened, as he raised his gun to meet Dave. Dave's eyes widened. He saw Mr. Davis's finger squeeze on the trigger. At that moment, the young man who was about to jump Mr. Davis pounced at him and Mr. Davis's hand flailed up, causing his finger to pull the trigger. The bullet went off and Dave heard people scream. He suddenly felt a burning pain in his right shoulder. He did a double take and looked down at his shoulder. He could see half his scrub top already soaked with his blood...he felt to his knees on the floor. He was feeling very woozy. He saw a blurry image rush to him and the image lay him on the floor. Although he couldn't see the person, he knew who it was. It was Randi. He didn't know how, but he knew. He could feel it. He felt her stroking his hair and he could slightly hear her calling his name, but he couldn't respond. Several more blurry images joined Randi and he felt himself being
lifted up. He jolted as the pain in his shoulder was aggravated. After he was lifted onto the gurney, he could see the blur of lights as he was taken through the hall to Trauma 1. When they finally stopped, he couldn't bear to keep his eyes open anymore and he fell into a deep sea of blackness and emptiness.