Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (but Gabriel, he's mine!!!) and I
don't own ER. I live in the Philippines in where the dollar rules way over
the peso and I'm only 18. Please don't make my life more miserable, I don't
deserve the lawsuit! I'm just doing this in memory of Lucy Knight.
This fanfic is an "AU" or Alternate Universe though I really made the effort to make it as "real" as possible.
A KNIGHT'S LEGACY
Chapter I:
Another Day for Another Knight
by
Tiffany (rogueslayer747@yahoo.com)
This is chapter 1 of the story of Lucy Knight's brother who will also be a part of County. Don't worry, every chapter is kind 'a like every episode. Nothing is left to hang and spoil your fun.
White Coat
It was an early morning in September. A young man, in his mid-twenties was calmly seated inside the El train. He has a neatly-cut blond hair and icy blue eyes.
"6:47 AM," looking at his watch, he said softly to himself.
"Are you a doctor?" a young voice inquired.
The young man looked up, he saw a boy, probably of age nine or ten looking straight at him. Realizing that the question was for him, he responded:
"What makes you think that?"
"You're wearing a white coat."
"Oh, yeah. Silly me. No, I'm not a doctor--at least not yet. I'm a med student."
"Oh, cool."
*Cool. Why does that sound a little awkward now that I'm constantly buried in my books trying to memorize what Dr. Parks told me to…*
"Someday, I'm gonna be like you," the young boy said with his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"A med student?" he said jokingly.
"A doctor."
"Oh, that would be nice," for he, too, could still remember the time when he was so young yet knew that one day, he'd be a doctor.
"What's your name?" asked the little boy again.
"Gabriel. You?"
"Mikhail."
"Mikhail," he paused for a while, then, "the patron saint of the sick. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful doctor someday."
This comment made the boy seated in front of him smile, "Thanks. I'm gonna save a million lives when I become one."
"You do that, okay?" Gabriel continued, "who are you with?"
"My mom, she'll pick me up at the station four stops from here... my parents are, you know, divorced... they think I am a ping-pong ball."
"That's not true. They care for you so much, I'm sure. Maybe they just hate trains,"
this comment made Mikhail laugh a bit.
"Oh, Mikhail, this is my stop. Hope to see you soon." Then Gabriel stood up and got off the train.
*County, * he thought to himself. * here I come *
Where the Real Action Is
It's another typical ER morning. A little bit slow, but the day is young, and many things--some expectacular, some depressing--are about to happen one way or another.
"It's 7:05, Dr. Weaver."
"Thanks, Randi... and, oh, we're expecting some med students to start their rounds today... you know where to find me if they ask... "
Even before Randi could say anything, the sound of sirens echoed towards them. Chuny went in, "DR. Weaver, MVA involving a 17 year-old female and a 19 year-old male. They're already outside."
Weaver immediately rushed to the Ambulance Bay Area and told Randi to "Get Kovac and Chen immediately!"
Culture Shock
"This early?" Gabriel said to himself. He rushed towards the Ambulance Bay Area where three doctors and several EMT were hauling off two persons, a teenage girl and a boy, into stretchers.
"How can I help?" He said to them, almost screaming in order for them to hear what he was saying since everyone's so busy talking each other through the procedures.
"Who are you?" Chen raised her eyebrows.
"I'm a med student."
"He's crashing!" Kovac yelled.
"Let's get them inside now!" Weaver ordered. Then, turning to Gabriel, "you, help me push her inside."
He noticed that she was holding a crutch on her right hand and couldn't quite move the stretcher with only one help from the EMT. "OK."
Dr. Chen and Dr. Kovac and one EMT pushed the teenage boy to Trauma 1. Some nurses followed them.
Meanwhile, "What's your name?" Weaver asked him.
"Gabriel Kni..."
"OK, Gabriel, help me push him inside Trauma 2. My name's Dr. Kerry Weaver, I'm the Chief or Emergency Medicine and I'm also your attending." To Randi: "Get some nurses in here now!"
They've reached Trauma 2, and 2 nurses squeezed themselves in towards the girl. One of them almost knocking Gabriel off:
"Don't just stand there. Help us lift." One nurse ordered.
"Uh, yeah," Gabriel grabbed the sheets, preparing to lift and transfer the patient from the stretcher to the bed.
Weaver commanded, "On three. One. Two. Three."
It was a chaotic scene. People were moving everywhere. For a moment, he asked himself what should he do. But again, his thoughts were interrupted when a young male doctor stormed inside the room.
"Dr. Carter, Shelley Johnson, 17, MVA, intubated en route to the ER. BP's 110/90; HR is 66; Pulse Ox down to 70," said one male nurse.
"Belly's tender," added Weaver. "Malik, arrange for an abdominal CT and a chest... and draw some blood, get me a CBC and Coag Panel."
With this, the male nurse quickly drew some blood from the patient and stepped out of the room to get the tests.
"Oh, man. She's got a nasty cut in her neck," the other nurse told them.
"You," Carter looked at Gabriel. "Do you know where the internal jugular vein and common carotid artery ate located?"
Gabriel nodded.
"Good. I need your fingers."
"M-my fingers?" he asked feeling a little awkward about the way Dr. Carter addressed him.
"Yes, your fingers... oh, and Abby,"
"Dr. Carter?"
"Throw him one of those sterile gloves."
"Carter, what in the hell are you doing?" angrily asked the Chief.
"We're short of staff. Abby's bagging; I'm on the deep lac on her wrist; You're on the belly. He could put pressure on that neck cut."
"OK. But monitor him." Weaver said it in a very reluctant manner.
Carter went to Gabriel after he wore the gloves. Carter grabbed his index and middle finger, making him apply pressure on the vein and the artery that were lacerated on the girl's neck, "Stay in there. Whatever you do, don't take your fingers off her neck."
"Yeah, I won't," he looked at his hand on the girl's neck. They were already soaked with blood. He felt afraid but then he also felt something else... something surreal, he just can't believe what he was doing--trying to save this girl's life.
"Corday's here, and so as Malik" said Abby referring to the two who were rushing to Trauma 2.
"I've got it, you can go outside and clean up now," Corday said as she gently took Gabriel's fingers off the girl's neck, with which the release caused a little blood to squirt off to Gabriel's white coat.
Breather
As he stepped out of Trauma 2, he felt exhilarated. *So, this is ER life. * he paused for a while, took a deep breath and headed towards the desk area where Randi was reading something from the computer.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where I could get a new lab coat?"
"What?" Randi sounded irritated by the inquiry.
"A new lab coat, mine is soaked." Gabriel leaned a little towards Randi.
She can't take this interruption anymore. Randi decided to look up, ready to give this "future boss" a bitchy little lecture to "Go get help elsewhere, can't you see I'm busy?" but her plan was short lived. She was shocked to see a handsome young man, leaned slightly towards her.
"Oh, yeah. Lab... Coat? Huh-hmm..." Randi was just staring at him. This made Gabriel smile a little.
"Yes," he agreed softly. "A clean one... please."
"This way," Randi showed him to one of the closets. "Oh, man, we've only got scrubs in here. I wonder where they put the coats?"
"Scrubs are fine."
"So, you third year?"
"Yeah."
"What's your size?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Randi smirked, "Your scrub suit size."
"Oh, Large."
"Large. Large. Here. Large." She handed them the green scrubs. "You're tall, what's your height?"
"I'm 6 foot 2," he answered while taking off the bloodstained lab coat and putting on the green scrub.
"Looks nice on you. Oh, just put your coat in one of those bags."
"Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"We better go back, the desk is unattended, and I might get in trouble."
Gabriel put his dirty clothes on one of the bags Randi pointed to then they headed back to the desk area.
Getting Used to It
Weaver, Carter, Corday and Nurses Abby and Malik just went out of Trauma 2. Gabriel overheard Corday say something like "We did our best." Or something close to that. Then there was Kovac and Chen, pushing the teenage boy out of Trauma 1.
"So he's fine?" Dr. Carter asked Jing-Mei.
"He's stable. We're heading him up to the OR, Romano's waiting. This guy needs a colostomy."
"OK," Carter said as he moved towards Exam 1 where according to Malik, a patient complaining with "severe itching down under" was waiting.
Abby and Dr. Weaver approached the desk. Weaver talked to Randi asking her to call the girl's parents since they couldn't be reached earlier.
"Tough first day?" Abby asked Gabriel.
"A little. I didn't expect it to be this... this... hyper... for my first day."
Abby just smiled, she probably remembered her own days as a med student at county assigned at the ER.
"The patient died?" continued Gabriel.
Abby looked at Gabriel's eyes, her expression was sad. "Yes. She bled profusely on her chest and belly."
"Sad to hear that."
"Drunk drivers! And it's only 7:55," Abby said in a tone resembling more of regret than anger. She then said she'd see him later; she has some work to do. Gabriel nodded at this.
After finishing with Randi, Dr. Weaver turned to Gabriel.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to talk to you properly," she apologized.
"It's fine, really."
"So, Gabriel, things were fast this morning we didn't get to catch your last name."
Gabriel paused for a while and took a deep breath before he answered,
"It's Knight. I am Gabriel Knight."
----------------------- End of Chapter I -----------------------
Vocabulary used in this Chapter:
Bagging – helping a patient breathe by inserting a tube down the throat (intubating) and manually letting air to the lungs by means of rhythmically pressing an Ambu-bag which is attached to the tube.
BP – blood pressure
CBC – Complete Blood Count
Chest – Chest x-ray
Crashing – slipping away from life.
Coag panel – a test to determine how well the blood is clotting.
Colostomy – a surgical procedure in where a "hole" is made in the abdomen in where waste materials can pass through while the patient cannot ughughcrapughugh on his own.
CT - CAT scan, Computerized Axial Tomography
Pulse/ox - pulse oximetry, a measure of the saturation of hemoglobin by oxygen, or how well the person is breathing.
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This fanfic is an "AU" or Alternate Universe though I really made the effort to make it as "real" as possible.
A KNIGHT'S LEGACY
Chapter I:
Another Day for Another Knight
by
Tiffany (rogueslayer747@yahoo.com)
This is chapter 1 of the story of Lucy Knight's brother who will also be a part of County. Don't worry, every chapter is kind 'a like every episode. Nothing is left to hang and spoil your fun.
White Coat
It was an early morning in September. A young man, in his mid-twenties was calmly seated inside the El train. He has a neatly-cut blond hair and icy blue eyes.
"6:47 AM," looking at his watch, he said softly to himself.
"Are you a doctor?" a young voice inquired.
The young man looked up, he saw a boy, probably of age nine or ten looking straight at him. Realizing that the question was for him, he responded:
"What makes you think that?"
"You're wearing a white coat."
"Oh, yeah. Silly me. No, I'm not a doctor--at least not yet. I'm a med student."
"Oh, cool."
*Cool. Why does that sound a little awkward now that I'm constantly buried in my books trying to memorize what Dr. Parks told me to…*
"Someday, I'm gonna be like you," the young boy said with his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"A med student?" he said jokingly.
"A doctor."
"Oh, that would be nice," for he, too, could still remember the time when he was so young yet knew that one day, he'd be a doctor.
"What's your name?" asked the little boy again.
"Gabriel. You?"
"Mikhail."
"Mikhail," he paused for a while, then, "the patron saint of the sick. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful doctor someday."
This comment made the boy seated in front of him smile, "Thanks. I'm gonna save a million lives when I become one."
"You do that, okay?" Gabriel continued, "who are you with?"
"My mom, she'll pick me up at the station four stops from here... my parents are, you know, divorced... they think I am a ping-pong ball."
"That's not true. They care for you so much, I'm sure. Maybe they just hate trains,"
this comment made Mikhail laugh a bit.
"Oh, Mikhail, this is my stop. Hope to see you soon." Then Gabriel stood up and got off the train.
*County, * he thought to himself. * here I come *
Where the Real Action Is
It's another typical ER morning. A little bit slow, but the day is young, and many things--some expectacular, some depressing--are about to happen one way or another.
"It's 7:05, Dr. Weaver."
"Thanks, Randi... and, oh, we're expecting some med students to start their rounds today... you know where to find me if they ask... "
Even before Randi could say anything, the sound of sirens echoed towards them. Chuny went in, "DR. Weaver, MVA involving a 17 year-old female and a 19 year-old male. They're already outside."
Weaver immediately rushed to the Ambulance Bay Area and told Randi to "Get Kovac and Chen immediately!"
Culture Shock
"This early?" Gabriel said to himself. He rushed towards the Ambulance Bay Area where three doctors and several EMT were hauling off two persons, a teenage girl and a boy, into stretchers.
"How can I help?" He said to them, almost screaming in order for them to hear what he was saying since everyone's so busy talking each other through the procedures.
"Who are you?" Chen raised her eyebrows.
"I'm a med student."
"He's crashing!" Kovac yelled.
"Let's get them inside now!" Weaver ordered. Then, turning to Gabriel, "you, help me push her inside."
He noticed that she was holding a crutch on her right hand and couldn't quite move the stretcher with only one help from the EMT. "OK."
Dr. Chen and Dr. Kovac and one EMT pushed the teenage boy to Trauma 1. Some nurses followed them.
Meanwhile, "What's your name?" Weaver asked him.
"Gabriel Kni..."
"OK, Gabriel, help me push him inside Trauma 2. My name's Dr. Kerry Weaver, I'm the Chief or Emergency Medicine and I'm also your attending." To Randi: "Get some nurses in here now!"
They've reached Trauma 2, and 2 nurses squeezed themselves in towards the girl. One of them almost knocking Gabriel off:
"Don't just stand there. Help us lift." One nurse ordered.
"Uh, yeah," Gabriel grabbed the sheets, preparing to lift and transfer the patient from the stretcher to the bed.
Weaver commanded, "On three. One. Two. Three."
It was a chaotic scene. People were moving everywhere. For a moment, he asked himself what should he do. But again, his thoughts were interrupted when a young male doctor stormed inside the room.
"Dr. Carter, Shelley Johnson, 17, MVA, intubated en route to the ER. BP's 110/90; HR is 66; Pulse Ox down to 70," said one male nurse.
"Belly's tender," added Weaver. "Malik, arrange for an abdominal CT and a chest... and draw some blood, get me a CBC and Coag Panel."
With this, the male nurse quickly drew some blood from the patient and stepped out of the room to get the tests.
"Oh, man. She's got a nasty cut in her neck," the other nurse told them.
"You," Carter looked at Gabriel. "Do you know where the internal jugular vein and common carotid artery ate located?"
Gabriel nodded.
"Good. I need your fingers."
"M-my fingers?" he asked feeling a little awkward about the way Dr. Carter addressed him.
"Yes, your fingers... oh, and Abby,"
"Dr. Carter?"
"Throw him one of those sterile gloves."
"Carter, what in the hell are you doing?" angrily asked the Chief.
"We're short of staff. Abby's bagging; I'm on the deep lac on her wrist; You're on the belly. He could put pressure on that neck cut."
"OK. But monitor him." Weaver said it in a very reluctant manner.
Carter went to Gabriel after he wore the gloves. Carter grabbed his index and middle finger, making him apply pressure on the vein and the artery that were lacerated on the girl's neck, "Stay in there. Whatever you do, don't take your fingers off her neck."
"Yeah, I won't," he looked at his hand on the girl's neck. They were already soaked with blood. He felt afraid but then he also felt something else... something surreal, he just can't believe what he was doing--trying to save this girl's life.
"Corday's here, and so as Malik" said Abby referring to the two who were rushing to Trauma 2.
"I've got it, you can go outside and clean up now," Corday said as she gently took Gabriel's fingers off the girl's neck, with which the release caused a little blood to squirt off to Gabriel's white coat.
Breather
As he stepped out of Trauma 2, he felt exhilarated. *So, this is ER life. * he paused for a while, took a deep breath and headed towards the desk area where Randi was reading something from the computer.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where I could get a new lab coat?"
"What?" Randi sounded irritated by the inquiry.
"A new lab coat, mine is soaked." Gabriel leaned a little towards Randi.
She can't take this interruption anymore. Randi decided to look up, ready to give this "future boss" a bitchy little lecture to "Go get help elsewhere, can't you see I'm busy?" but her plan was short lived. She was shocked to see a handsome young man, leaned slightly towards her.
"Oh, yeah. Lab... Coat? Huh-hmm..." Randi was just staring at him. This made Gabriel smile a little.
"Yes," he agreed softly. "A clean one... please."
"This way," Randi showed him to one of the closets. "Oh, man, we've only got scrubs in here. I wonder where they put the coats?"
"Scrubs are fine."
"So, you third year?"
"Yeah."
"What's your size?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Randi smirked, "Your scrub suit size."
"Oh, Large."
"Large. Large. Here. Large." She handed them the green scrubs. "You're tall, what's your height?"
"I'm 6 foot 2," he answered while taking off the bloodstained lab coat and putting on the green scrub.
"Looks nice on you. Oh, just put your coat in one of those bags."
"Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"We better go back, the desk is unattended, and I might get in trouble."
Gabriel put his dirty clothes on one of the bags Randi pointed to then they headed back to the desk area.
Getting Used to It
Weaver, Carter, Corday and Nurses Abby and Malik just went out of Trauma 2. Gabriel overheard Corday say something like "We did our best." Or something close to that. Then there was Kovac and Chen, pushing the teenage boy out of Trauma 1.
"So he's fine?" Dr. Carter asked Jing-Mei.
"He's stable. We're heading him up to the OR, Romano's waiting. This guy needs a colostomy."
"OK," Carter said as he moved towards Exam 1 where according to Malik, a patient complaining with "severe itching down under" was waiting.
Abby and Dr. Weaver approached the desk. Weaver talked to Randi asking her to call the girl's parents since they couldn't be reached earlier.
"Tough first day?" Abby asked Gabriel.
"A little. I didn't expect it to be this... this... hyper... for my first day."
Abby just smiled, she probably remembered her own days as a med student at county assigned at the ER.
"The patient died?" continued Gabriel.
Abby looked at Gabriel's eyes, her expression was sad. "Yes. She bled profusely on her chest and belly."
"Sad to hear that."
"Drunk drivers! And it's only 7:55," Abby said in a tone resembling more of regret than anger. She then said she'd see him later; she has some work to do. Gabriel nodded at this.
After finishing with Randi, Dr. Weaver turned to Gabriel.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to talk to you properly," she apologized.
"It's fine, really."
"So, Gabriel, things were fast this morning we didn't get to catch your last name."
Gabriel paused for a while and took a deep breath before he answered,
"It's Knight. I am Gabriel Knight."
----------------------- End of Chapter I -----------------------
Vocabulary used in this Chapter:
Bagging – helping a patient breathe by inserting a tube down the throat (intubating) and manually letting air to the lungs by means of rhythmically pressing an Ambu-bag which is attached to the tube.
BP – blood pressure
CBC – Complete Blood Count
Chest – Chest x-ray
Crashing – slipping away from life.
Coag panel – a test to determine how well the blood is clotting.
Colostomy – a surgical procedure in where a "hole" is made in the abdomen in where waste materials can pass through while the patient cannot ughughcrapughugh on his own.
CT - CAT scan, Computerized Axial Tomography
Pulse/ox - pulse oximetry, a measure of the saturation of hemoglobin by oxygen, or how well the person is breathing.
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