I've decided to carry this on, I originally intended to leave it with an open ending but I just keep getting all these ideas. I apologise to fans of my Stargate work, I'll get right back on it. For now, enjoy.
Saving Abby
Chapter 2
"Would you like to wait here while I get you a bed?" asked Luka pulling into an isolated parking space a fair walking distance from County. Abby turned to face him, visibly trying to disguise the fear etched on her features that were partially hidden behind a wash cloth. Abby didn't like to show any emotion other than 'fine'. The few times she had opened up to him and cried or shown love he had felt elated that she trusted him. It saddened him to think this was all in the past now.
Her answer clinched the deal for Luka, it was so uncharacteristically fast that it spoke volumes about her emotional state.
"No."
"OK then," he said getting out. It was a typical Chicago night, in other words freezing. Luka opened the car and helped Abby out, she shivered and pressed into him slightly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She responded gratefully and without complaint.
Nobody noticed them enter the ER. The staff rushed past struggling to get through the workload left by the Doctors and Nurses who had gone home sick. Luka sat Abby in one of the chairs that wasn't currently inhabited. She didn't look too comfortable about the fact that she was sandwiched between a drooling drunk and a bloody, sweat stained high school jock.
"You'll be OK?" she gave a slight nod and a weak grin.
"Um..excuse me, Miss." The desk clerk wandered over to him. She was sporting a skirt that verged on inappropriate and a low cut halter neck. Her make-up was extremely over the top, consisting of dark green eyeshadow complete with glitter, deep red lipstick, heavy mascara and crimson blusher. When she wasn't snapping gum her mouth was a hard, thin line. Her body language spoke of someone you didn't want to mess with.
"You'll have to wait in chairs like the rest of the population," she said, punctuating her sentence with a snap of her gum.
"I'd like to see Dr. Lewis. I'm Dr. Kovac," he explained. The hard look left her face, you could almost hear her thinking that her shift might be over. Her attitude now was on the threshold ecstatic.
"Dr. Kovac, welcome back. Pick a chart and I'll tell Dr. Lewis that you're here."
"Actually," he said, cutting short her good mood, "I'm here with a patient. I need a room immediately." She pointed a long red fingernail into the waiting area and said one word.
"Chairs."
Luka didn't bother to listen but paced in front of the admit desk knowing Susan would have to come here eventually, even if it was to pick up a new chart.
"Dammit! Where is she." He shouted in frustration, slapping his palms on the counter in front of the startled clerk. "Get me Dr. Lewis, now!" he ordered angrily. The clerk didn't look impressed and pointed a talon at the chairs.
"Susan!" Luka yelled spotting a familiar head of blonde hair rubbing a name off the board. She turned to face him with a smile.
"Luka, back so fast?"
"Actually Susan, there's a problem." He looked over his shoulder without meaning to, and that's when she spotted Abby. She was hunched between two patients wrapped in a dark trench coat that was too wide around the shoulders with a blood stained cloth pressed to her face.
"Tell DR. Kovac that he has to wait like everyone else." said the clerk putting extra emphasis on Doctor.
"Oh my God," said Susan ignoring the strangely arrogant and annoying woman. "Sort out an exam room." she ordered before heading around the counter. "What happened?"
"It was Brian." Susan reached her friend's side and lifted up the cloth slightly, wincing at Abby's swollen and red cheek made all the more worse by the drying blood.
"Bleeding's stopped" she pointed out peeling the rest of the cloth away, "let's get you into a room," she said firmly seeing a nurse motion from exam 2.
"Hey," the Jock grumbled "I've been here hours and she gets treated the moment she walks in?" Susan didn't even bother to respond.
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"So, who's in exam 2?" questioned Mark who had been called in to help and had thankfully stayed away from anything remotely bagel shaped. Haleh looked at the board and reeled off the information without even thinking.
"Dr. Lewis treating an A. Lockhart with a facial fracture." She did a double take on the name. Mark went over to exam 2 and knocked on the door, he slid inside and re-emerged a few moments later.
"Who put this on the board?" He questioned, the new desk clerk came over and looked at the entry.
"I did, I was told you log all patients up there."
"Patient confidentiality." He said angrily wiping off the incorrect entries and writing the correct information in its place. "Listen up next time."
Haleh raised troubled eyes to him. "Is she alright?"
"Yeah, I think so." Although he wasn't so sure about the impact this would have.
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