Title: Two Thousand Miles
Author: ButterflyTears butterflytears87@aol.com
(Not Very Legal) Legal Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own any of the
character in this story (except Cate and Michelle - if you wish to borrow
them, please contact me at the above address). As I am merely borrowing the
characters, I will (reluctantly) return them to their rightful owners: The
WB, Amblin, Michael Crichton , etc the usual suspects.
Two Thousand Miles
Dr. Susan Lewis stared at the injured girl lying in front of her, then, snapping to her senses, yelled "Someone get Elizabeth in here!" as she slammed the gurney through the doors of Trauma 2. "Get me a CBC, chem 7 and lytes." Dr Lewis ordered some labs. "Susan, check out that heart rhythm," Abby Lochart, an ER nurse called, pointing to the monitor attached to Rachel's chest. "Right, get me a tox screen and a BAL to go along with those labs!" Elizabeth burst through the doors, donning yellow trauma scrubs. "Right, you called for a surgical consult?" the pretty English surgeon asked. "Eh, no, actually. I called you down because of the patient. It's Rachel." Everyone in the trauma room turned to stare at the girl lying on the bed. Murmurs of recognition spread throughout the room as doctors and nurses flew back into operation, determined to help their late friend's daughter. "Tox screens back," John Carter swung through the doors. "BAL's sky- high. Tested positive for marijuana, ecstasy, speed, cocaine and heroin. What was she trying to do, kill herself? She's got track marks and scars all the way up her arms. She's a junkie, a cutter, and she's attempted suicide a few times. She's......" Abby cut him off. "She's Rachel Greene." "She's in V-Fib!" Haleh yelled, as a machine started to emit an electronic scream. "Charge to 200!" Elizabeth took over control of the trauma, shocking Rachel's heart to try and make it beat again. "Charge to 300!"
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Mark watched as his friends and co-workers battled to save his daughter, wishing there were something he could do, looking for a way to help. **Oh God Rachel, what have you done? Hang in there Rach - I don't want to lose you so soon**
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Rachel woke up, slightly disorientated with the pain, caused by the two broken ribs that were the result of the concert riot. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling deep in thought, her concentration only broken when Dr Corday entered the room. "Hello, Rachel. How are we feeling today?" "We are feeling fine today, thanks," she sassed back. "What were you thinking? What were you trying to do, kill yourself?" "Yeah, actually. Shame it didn't work." She stared into her step- mother's eyes, silently laughing at the look of horror in them. "You were seriously attempting to kill yourself?" "Yes. And it's not the first time. You've just never noticed. The first couple of times weren't really serious, but still. It would have been nice if you or dad had noticed. Look," she said, exposing her arms. Elizabeth gasped, and gently traced her finger along the intricate network of track marks, razor scars and slashes across her wrists. "I never knew. Neither of us knew. How long have you been doing it?" she asked, worried. "About a year. No one noticed. Not even my friends. No one notices anything I do these days." "That's not true, and you know it." Elizabeth scolded. "Yes it is! No one ever listens to me! And don't give me that look, Elizabeth. I'm not crazy or anything. The scars on my arms were just a way of getting you to notice me. That one worked well," she added dryly. "Hang on, I'll be right back. I'm going to go get Dr Kim Legaspi, she works in psyche here. You can talk to her for a while, see how you feel afterwards." She made moves to leave. "I told you I'm not crazy! Why would I need to speak to a psychiatrist? I told you that you never listen to me!" Rachel yelled "I'll be back in a minute." The surgeon left the room.
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He watched as his daughter left her hospital bed and out into the hall. She walked into the empty trauma room and headed towards the cupboard. Rachel reached inside and slowly lifted up a scalpel. "I love you, Dad," she whispered. "I'm coming home, Daddy. Now we'll be together again." She gripped the scalpel firmly and quickly slashed it down her arm from her wrist to her elbow. Mark screamed.
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Rachel watched from a distance as Elizabeth and Kim discovered the empty exam room. The walked down the hall checking each area for Rachel. She held her breath as they entered the trauma room, and sighed as she heard Elizabeth's screams echo through the building. It happened so fast. People stared running to see what the commotion was about, finding Elizabeth draped in her step-daughter's blood, sobbing and holding Rachel's body close. "Oh God, oh God," she kept repeating, over and over again. "She was right, I didn't listen. She told me she didn't want to talk to a psychiatrist, but I went and got one anyway. Now look what she's done! Oh, God, it's all my fault.
Rachel felt herself floating, surrounded by brilliant white light. She didn't know where he was, but she was scared. She was strangely calm - it was a feeling she hadn't felt for a long time. "Hey, Rach. I've missed you." She turned and stepped into her father's arms. "I've missed you too Daddy. That's why I 'm here."
Two Thousand Miles
Dr. Susan Lewis stared at the injured girl lying in front of her, then, snapping to her senses, yelled "Someone get Elizabeth in here!" as she slammed the gurney through the doors of Trauma 2. "Get me a CBC, chem 7 and lytes." Dr Lewis ordered some labs. "Susan, check out that heart rhythm," Abby Lochart, an ER nurse called, pointing to the monitor attached to Rachel's chest. "Right, get me a tox screen and a BAL to go along with those labs!" Elizabeth burst through the doors, donning yellow trauma scrubs. "Right, you called for a surgical consult?" the pretty English surgeon asked. "Eh, no, actually. I called you down because of the patient. It's Rachel." Everyone in the trauma room turned to stare at the girl lying on the bed. Murmurs of recognition spread throughout the room as doctors and nurses flew back into operation, determined to help their late friend's daughter. "Tox screens back," John Carter swung through the doors. "BAL's sky- high. Tested positive for marijuana, ecstasy, speed, cocaine and heroin. What was she trying to do, kill herself? She's got track marks and scars all the way up her arms. She's a junkie, a cutter, and she's attempted suicide a few times. She's......" Abby cut him off. "She's Rachel Greene." "She's in V-Fib!" Haleh yelled, as a machine started to emit an electronic scream. "Charge to 200!" Elizabeth took over control of the trauma, shocking Rachel's heart to try and make it beat again. "Charge to 300!"
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Mark watched as his friends and co-workers battled to save his daughter, wishing there were something he could do, looking for a way to help. **Oh God Rachel, what have you done? Hang in there Rach - I don't want to lose you so soon**
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Rachel woke up, slightly disorientated with the pain, caused by the two broken ribs that were the result of the concert riot. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling deep in thought, her concentration only broken when Dr Corday entered the room. "Hello, Rachel. How are we feeling today?" "We are feeling fine today, thanks," she sassed back. "What were you thinking? What were you trying to do, kill yourself?" "Yeah, actually. Shame it didn't work." She stared into her step- mother's eyes, silently laughing at the look of horror in them. "You were seriously attempting to kill yourself?" "Yes. And it's not the first time. You've just never noticed. The first couple of times weren't really serious, but still. It would have been nice if you or dad had noticed. Look," she said, exposing her arms. Elizabeth gasped, and gently traced her finger along the intricate network of track marks, razor scars and slashes across her wrists. "I never knew. Neither of us knew. How long have you been doing it?" she asked, worried. "About a year. No one noticed. Not even my friends. No one notices anything I do these days." "That's not true, and you know it." Elizabeth scolded. "Yes it is! No one ever listens to me! And don't give me that look, Elizabeth. I'm not crazy or anything. The scars on my arms were just a way of getting you to notice me. That one worked well," she added dryly. "Hang on, I'll be right back. I'm going to go get Dr Kim Legaspi, she works in psyche here. You can talk to her for a while, see how you feel afterwards." She made moves to leave. "I told you I'm not crazy! Why would I need to speak to a psychiatrist? I told you that you never listen to me!" Rachel yelled "I'll be back in a minute." The surgeon left the room.
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He watched as his daughter left her hospital bed and out into the hall. She walked into the empty trauma room and headed towards the cupboard. Rachel reached inside and slowly lifted up a scalpel. "I love you, Dad," she whispered. "I'm coming home, Daddy. Now we'll be together again." She gripped the scalpel firmly and quickly slashed it down her arm from her wrist to her elbow. Mark screamed.
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Rachel watched from a distance as Elizabeth and Kim discovered the empty exam room. The walked down the hall checking each area for Rachel. She held her breath as they entered the trauma room, and sighed as she heard Elizabeth's screams echo through the building. It happened so fast. People stared running to see what the commotion was about, finding Elizabeth draped in her step-daughter's blood, sobbing and holding Rachel's body close. "Oh God, oh God," she kept repeating, over and over again. "She was right, I didn't listen. She told me she didn't want to talk to a psychiatrist, but I went and got one anyway. Now look what she's done! Oh, God, it's all my fault.
Rachel felt herself floating, surrounded by brilliant white light. She didn't know where he was, but she was scared. She was strangely calm - it was a feeling she hadn't felt for a long time. "Hey, Rach. I've missed you." She turned and stepped into her father's arms. "I've missed you too Daddy. That's why I 'm here."
