Summer Days
By MysticMeg
Timeline: Post series 8, in the summer of 2002
Chapter 1
It was a hundred degrees outside, but in the ER, things were unusually cool and quiet.
Jing-Mei sat in a corner, busy with charts. She had finally swallowed her pride, and was working her way up to chief resident again. Susan stood by the desk, chatting with Abby and the other nurses. Kerry stood by the boards, checking for the umpteenth time that no patient was left unattended. Nope - the only real case she'd given to Gallant, one of their new residents.
Dr Weaver sighed, and went over to join the others. Just as the gossip got interesting, the radio announced an incoming ambulance. Kerry sprang into action;
"Prep Trauma one! Susan, Haleh, you're with me."
"Yeah, yeah, we know the drill," muttered Haleh, beckoning Abby in with her.
Kerry went out to meet the rig, smiling widely as a familiar face appeared. The attractive lieutenant stepped out and greeted Weaver with more than friendly warmth;
"Hey babe!"
"Can't keep away from me, can you!"
"What! I'm due for lunch, thought I'd hitch a ride."
They grinned, as did Abby, who'd followed her boss out.
"What have you brought us, Sandy?"
The women got back to business. As they wheeled the victim in, Sandy gave them the bullet;
"Female, late thirties, head on collision on the freeway." Kerry grimaced as she went on. This could be a tough one. Sandy soon left them to it, saying,
"I'll be out here when you're done."
As they lifted the patient onto the table, her eyes fluttered open.
"Kerry - Kerry Weaver?" she mumbled, squinting at the hazy figure looming above her.
"Do you know her?" asked Susan.
"Oh my god," gasped Kerry, "It's Christy! She was...is a friend of Doctor Legaspi's."
The nurses exchanged a glance over the table.
"We'll do everything we can, Kerry," soothed Susan, seeing Weaver's evident agitation.
"Damn right we will!"
And they did. After nearly an hour's desperate effort, Christy was stable enough to go up to the OR.
"Get Romano," barked Dr Weaver, getting into the elevator, "I don't care where he is."
As they lurched upwards, Christy stirred, and struggled to focus on the other woman.
"Call her, Kerry," she whispered.
"Who?" her heart sank.
"Kim! She has to know. If I don't make it..."
"Ssh, it's OK. We'll find her, I promise."
Weaver went back downstairs, her thoughts in a whirl. Sandy was waiting for her, and could see something was up.
"What's wrong? Did you lose her?"
"No, she's in good hands."
Kerry didn't look too thrilled.
"Then what is it?"
Sandy moved closer, placing a comforting arm around her lover's shoulders.
"Nothing really." She sighed, "She reminded me of someone I've been trying to forget."
"Oh?"
Sandy had a fair idea who this 'someone' could be.
"I'll tell you later, hun."
"Make sure you do." Sandy moved to pick up her stuff. "I have to get back. Seeya tonight"
Kerry didn't relish the task ahead of her. Marshalling her thoughts, she went into the lounge and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Anspaugh."
"Hi, Don. It's Kerry Weaver."
"What can I do for you, Kerry?"
"Kind of a big favour, actually."
"I'm intrigued. Do go on."
"Well - someone was brought in today...Not just someone - it was Christy, Doctor..." she struggled to say the name, "Kim's best friend. "
"I see. And you want me to - ?"
"She asked for Kim. She wants to see her. And - I can't call her, Don. I can't. We haven't spoken in over a year."
She took a deep breath.
"You do know where she is?"
"Of course. Don't worry, Dr Weaver, I'll take care of it. What was the woman's name?"
"Christy. Christy Thomas."
"OK. Leave it to me."
"Thank you, Dr Anspaugh. You don't know how hard this is..."
"I think I do. I was there, remember. Take it easy, Kerry."
"You too."
She put the phone down and sat there, absolutely still. Only two hours had passed, and her day, her week, her life was turned upside down. Again.
By MysticMeg
Timeline: Post series 8, in the summer of 2002
Chapter 1
It was a hundred degrees outside, but in the ER, things were unusually cool and quiet.
Jing-Mei sat in a corner, busy with charts. She had finally swallowed her pride, and was working her way up to chief resident again. Susan stood by the desk, chatting with Abby and the other nurses. Kerry stood by the boards, checking for the umpteenth time that no patient was left unattended. Nope - the only real case she'd given to Gallant, one of their new residents.
Dr Weaver sighed, and went over to join the others. Just as the gossip got interesting, the radio announced an incoming ambulance. Kerry sprang into action;
"Prep Trauma one! Susan, Haleh, you're with me."
"Yeah, yeah, we know the drill," muttered Haleh, beckoning Abby in with her.
Kerry went out to meet the rig, smiling widely as a familiar face appeared. The attractive lieutenant stepped out and greeted Weaver with more than friendly warmth;
"Hey babe!"
"Can't keep away from me, can you!"
"What! I'm due for lunch, thought I'd hitch a ride."
They grinned, as did Abby, who'd followed her boss out.
"What have you brought us, Sandy?"
The women got back to business. As they wheeled the victim in, Sandy gave them the bullet;
"Female, late thirties, head on collision on the freeway." Kerry grimaced as she went on. This could be a tough one. Sandy soon left them to it, saying,
"I'll be out here when you're done."
As they lifted the patient onto the table, her eyes fluttered open.
"Kerry - Kerry Weaver?" she mumbled, squinting at the hazy figure looming above her.
"Do you know her?" asked Susan.
"Oh my god," gasped Kerry, "It's Christy! She was...is a friend of Doctor Legaspi's."
The nurses exchanged a glance over the table.
"We'll do everything we can, Kerry," soothed Susan, seeing Weaver's evident agitation.
"Damn right we will!"
And they did. After nearly an hour's desperate effort, Christy was stable enough to go up to the OR.
"Get Romano," barked Dr Weaver, getting into the elevator, "I don't care where he is."
As they lurched upwards, Christy stirred, and struggled to focus on the other woman.
"Call her, Kerry," she whispered.
"Who?" her heart sank.
"Kim! She has to know. If I don't make it..."
"Ssh, it's OK. We'll find her, I promise."
Weaver went back downstairs, her thoughts in a whirl. Sandy was waiting for her, and could see something was up.
"What's wrong? Did you lose her?"
"No, she's in good hands."
Kerry didn't look too thrilled.
"Then what is it?"
Sandy moved closer, placing a comforting arm around her lover's shoulders.
"Nothing really." She sighed, "She reminded me of someone I've been trying to forget."
"Oh?"
Sandy had a fair idea who this 'someone' could be.
"I'll tell you later, hun."
"Make sure you do." Sandy moved to pick up her stuff. "I have to get back. Seeya tonight"
Kerry didn't relish the task ahead of her. Marshalling her thoughts, she went into the lounge and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Anspaugh."
"Hi, Don. It's Kerry Weaver."
"What can I do for you, Kerry?"
"Kind of a big favour, actually."
"I'm intrigued. Do go on."
"Well - someone was brought in today...Not just someone - it was Christy, Doctor..." she struggled to say the name, "Kim's best friend. "
"I see. And you want me to - ?"
"She asked for Kim. She wants to see her. And - I can't call her, Don. I can't. We haven't spoken in over a year."
She took a deep breath.
"You do know where she is?"
"Of course. Don't worry, Dr Weaver, I'll take care of it. What was the woman's name?"
"Christy. Christy Thomas."
"OK. Leave it to me."
"Thank you, Dr Anspaugh. You don't know how hard this is..."
"I think I do. I was there, remember. Take it easy, Kerry."
"You too."
She put the phone down and sat there, absolutely still. Only two hours had passed, and her day, her week, her life was turned upside down. Again.