Mark just stood in the ambulance bay for a second, not knowing what
to do. In the back of his mind, he heard Elizabeth talking to him that
morning. She was just fine then.
"Dr.Greene, uhh.. come inside." An comforting arm wrapped around Mark's shoulder. He didn't care who it was, as long as it was to help him. Dave sighed. He wasn't very good with this compassion thing that Weaver kept telling him to work on. He wasn't very good with the patient's families, but. "This is my boss," Dave thought. Mark hadn't moved yet, so Dave said again, "Let's go inside," Mark finally snapped out of his daze a bit to make his feet move. "This is not happening. It's all a nightmare. I'll wake up in the morning and forget about it," Mark said out loud. He didn't want to accept what had happened yet. Dave guided Mark into the hospital and into the lounge, away from all the chaos. Dave looked at his boss. He had never seen any one with such a look of distress on their face. That might be because he never looked at his patient's faces when he gave them bad news. It was to hard. Mark sat down in the first chair he came to. "This is not happening. It's not. Oh damn. It is. I'm in denial," Mark broke down and cried. He cried not only for himself, but for Elizabeth and Ella. For all the people who had been affected by Derek Fossen. Mark felt a sudden surge of anger at the thought of the man's name. "I'm going to kill him if I get my hands on him," Mark said through his tears. Dave heard the anger in Mark's voice, but didn't say any thing. "I am going to kill him. I'll make him suffer. I hate him to his very God damned soul," Mark said, his voice getting louder and stronger. He had never been so angry, honest, or deep before. "Do you want me to call any one?" Dave asked. Mark thought for a minute, "I don't know. Her parents?" "Okay, do you know their number?" Dave asked. "No. It should be in Elizabeth's address book though," Mark said, momentarily forgetting Derek Fossen, "It's in her purse." "Okay. Where's her purse?" Dave asked, trying to figure out how he was ever going to get the number at that rate. "Her office," Mark responded. Dave thought for a minute, trying to remember where Elizabeth's office was, "Okay. I'll go call them for you. All right?" Dave said. "Fine." Mark said. He didn't really care at this point. Dave thought for a minute. He really didn't want to leave Mark in the state he was in, "Why don't you go see Ella? Huh? I think Kovac and Dr.Finch took her to exam two." Dave suggested. "Sure." Mark said. He was already limiting himself to one word answers. Mark got up and dried his eyes. He followed Dave down the hall to exam two. Dave opened the door and let Mark go ahead of him. Cleo was holding Ella, who was still screaming, in her arms. Luka, meanwhile, was trying to look at Ella's left arm. "Oh. Dr.Greene. Come on in. Ella's fine, except for a broken arm and a few bruises," Luka said, "I'd like to get a CAT scan, just as a precaution, to make sure that Ella didn't land on her head." "Sure. Go ahead. Where's the papers?" Mark asked. Luka handed him a clipboard and Mark scribbled his name on it. Mark walked over to Cleo and Ella, "Can I?" He asked Cleo. "Sure go ahead. I think she wants her daddy," Cleo did her best to sound at least somewhat pleasant for Mark. Mark took Ella in his arms, "Shhh. Daddy's here honey," Mark soothed. Mark sat on the bed and rocked Ella in his arms, "Dr.Finch, do you think you could go look in the refrigerator and see if there is any milk?" Mark asked "Sure. I'll be right back," Cleo said. She walked out the door. Cleo walked down to the lounge and looked in the refrigerator. There was a carton of milk. Cleo took it out and looked at it's sell by date, "Good. Only a day ago." She said to herself. Cleo stuck it in the microwave for a few seconds. When the microwave sounded, Cleo took the milk out, "Damn. No bottle," she said to herself. She thought for a minute and then said, "They've gotta have one in OB," Cleo left the milk in the microwave and walked into the hall. Before she went upstairs, she decided to go see how Elizabeth was doing. She went to trauma two and looked on through the window in the door. Elizabeth's heart monitor was beeping wildly and there was blood everywhere. Romano was doing some sort of operation and Kerry was trying to revive Elizabeth's heart and the same time. Every time Kerry yelled, "Clear!" Romano would take his hands out of Elizabeth's body for a second, and then after Kerry shocked with the internal paddles, he would resume thee operation. Cleo held her breath. So far, the internal paddles weren't doing any good. Kerry decided to take it up a level. "Clear!" she yelled. Romano took his hands out and Kerry stuck the paddles in and shocked. The heart monitor changed it's pattern.
"Dr.Greene, uhh.. come inside." An comforting arm wrapped around Mark's shoulder. He didn't care who it was, as long as it was to help him. Dave sighed. He wasn't very good with this compassion thing that Weaver kept telling him to work on. He wasn't very good with the patient's families, but. "This is my boss," Dave thought. Mark hadn't moved yet, so Dave said again, "Let's go inside," Mark finally snapped out of his daze a bit to make his feet move. "This is not happening. It's all a nightmare. I'll wake up in the morning and forget about it," Mark said out loud. He didn't want to accept what had happened yet. Dave guided Mark into the hospital and into the lounge, away from all the chaos. Dave looked at his boss. He had never seen any one with such a look of distress on their face. That might be because he never looked at his patient's faces when he gave them bad news. It was to hard. Mark sat down in the first chair he came to. "This is not happening. It's not. Oh damn. It is. I'm in denial," Mark broke down and cried. He cried not only for himself, but for Elizabeth and Ella. For all the people who had been affected by Derek Fossen. Mark felt a sudden surge of anger at the thought of the man's name. "I'm going to kill him if I get my hands on him," Mark said through his tears. Dave heard the anger in Mark's voice, but didn't say any thing. "I am going to kill him. I'll make him suffer. I hate him to his very God damned soul," Mark said, his voice getting louder and stronger. He had never been so angry, honest, or deep before. "Do you want me to call any one?" Dave asked. Mark thought for a minute, "I don't know. Her parents?" "Okay, do you know their number?" Dave asked. "No. It should be in Elizabeth's address book though," Mark said, momentarily forgetting Derek Fossen, "It's in her purse." "Okay. Where's her purse?" Dave asked, trying to figure out how he was ever going to get the number at that rate. "Her office," Mark responded. Dave thought for a minute, trying to remember where Elizabeth's office was, "Okay. I'll go call them for you. All right?" Dave said. "Fine." Mark said. He didn't really care at this point. Dave thought for a minute. He really didn't want to leave Mark in the state he was in, "Why don't you go see Ella? Huh? I think Kovac and Dr.Finch took her to exam two." Dave suggested. "Sure." Mark said. He was already limiting himself to one word answers. Mark got up and dried his eyes. He followed Dave down the hall to exam two. Dave opened the door and let Mark go ahead of him. Cleo was holding Ella, who was still screaming, in her arms. Luka, meanwhile, was trying to look at Ella's left arm. "Oh. Dr.Greene. Come on in. Ella's fine, except for a broken arm and a few bruises," Luka said, "I'd like to get a CAT scan, just as a precaution, to make sure that Ella didn't land on her head." "Sure. Go ahead. Where's the papers?" Mark asked. Luka handed him a clipboard and Mark scribbled his name on it. Mark walked over to Cleo and Ella, "Can I?" He asked Cleo. "Sure go ahead. I think she wants her daddy," Cleo did her best to sound at least somewhat pleasant for Mark. Mark took Ella in his arms, "Shhh. Daddy's here honey," Mark soothed. Mark sat on the bed and rocked Ella in his arms, "Dr.Finch, do you think you could go look in the refrigerator and see if there is any milk?" Mark asked "Sure. I'll be right back," Cleo said. She walked out the door. Cleo walked down to the lounge and looked in the refrigerator. There was a carton of milk. Cleo took it out and looked at it's sell by date, "Good. Only a day ago." She said to herself. Cleo stuck it in the microwave for a few seconds. When the microwave sounded, Cleo took the milk out, "Damn. No bottle," she said to herself. She thought for a minute and then said, "They've gotta have one in OB," Cleo left the milk in the microwave and walked into the hall. Before she went upstairs, she decided to go see how Elizabeth was doing. She went to trauma two and looked on through the window in the door. Elizabeth's heart monitor was beeping wildly and there was blood everywhere. Romano was doing some sort of operation and Kerry was trying to revive Elizabeth's heart and the same time. Every time Kerry yelled, "Clear!" Romano would take his hands out of Elizabeth's body for a second, and then after Kerry shocked with the internal paddles, he would resume thee operation. Cleo held her breath. So far, the internal paddles weren't doing any good. Kerry decided to take it up a level. "Clear!" she yelled. Romano took his hands out and Kerry stuck the paddles in and shocked. The heart monitor changed it's pattern.