Authors note: Thanks for the reviews!!!I wanted to say that for the purpose
of my fic, Romano is in action with 2 normal arms. This took me ages to
update because i got writers block and then I wrote 2 fics when I
recovered. Same as last time this is depressing and if you are going to
slag off people's work write it in a signed review. I am open to
constructive criticism, but maggiemay's reviews are not constructive, they
are just criticism and she has gone around anonymously giving bad reviews
to some excellent fics. Get a life maggiemay! After that little rant I will
continue my fic.......
He felt again for a pulse, and after a few minutes of trying he found one. It was a weak pulse, so weak that it was almost non-existent., but it meant that Abby was alive. Not very alive, he just had to look at her to see that .But there was a chance of her living through this, a chance of everything being okay, like he had promised her all those months ago
Carter grabbed for the phone that was sitting on the table near him and called 911. He waited for the ambulance. In reality it only took the ambulance 10 minutes to get there but to him it seemed like a lifetime. At last there was a knock on the door and Carter ran to open the door.
"Dr Carter," said the ambulance person at the door.
"She, she's through here. I don't know what happened, I think she just collapsed," Carter said as he lead the way to the kitchen.
~~~~~~Later at the hospital~~~~~~~~~~~ The gurney burst through the doors with Carter running along beside it.
"Carter, what are you doing here?" It was Susan, "aren't you off-shift? You must be so eager to...." she trailed off as she looked downwards at the gurney. She had seen Abby. "oh my god," "female, trauma to head, weak pulse, you'll need to intubate," the person from the ambulance told Susan.
"Dr Weaver!" Susan called out. She knew that she could not deal with this alone. Dr Weaver came up to her and saw Abby lying motionless on the gurney. She immediately took charge, like only she could do.
"ok, I need to begin CPR as soon as we get to trauma 1," she saw Carter looking at her,
"can I come?" Carter asked quietly,
"I don't think that it would be a good idea," she watched as Carter looked at her and then turned around to go to the lounge.
"Susan, go with him, make sure he's okay,"
"but I want to help,"
"If you want to help then go talk to Carter, he'll need someone to talk to. I'll find Robert and Lizzie, she'll get the best care possible." Susan and Kerry hadn't always been the best of friends but this was one time when Susan knew that Kerry was right. She followed Carter to the lounge.
Carter sat in the lounge immersed in his own thoughts. He couldn't image life without her. He remembered the pain he had felt when Lucy died and he knew that if anything was going to happen to Abby he would feel a hundred times worse. Abby had been his best friend and if she died there would be a void. A void that no one could fill, he would never be able to love again. His heart would be shattered into a million pieces, like the smashed teacup. No matter how hard anyone tried to repair it would never be the same again. He had opened up his heart and now he was bearing the consequences.
He didn't hear Susan walk into the room. One minute he was alone and the next there was someone sitting beside him, talking to him. He didn't want to listen, he could hear her talking but he couldn't identify any of the words. He couldn't think, anything he thought of, he saw Abby's face pale and motionless. The usual smile no longer there and her eyes just staring at him. No matter how long he lived he would never forget the sight
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In trauma room 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I need suction!" Dr Romano called out. He had cracked open her chest in an attempt to make her heart beat.
"I told you not to crack her!" Dr Corday shouted at him
"I need some suction!"
"Robert we're losing her," Dr Weaver was trying to remain calm, but the sight in front of her would not allow her to,
"Well, get me some damn suction!"
"The BP is falling," Dr Corday commented, helping Dr Romano with the suction.
"Well thank you Lizzie, helpful at last."
"Her BP is still falling,"
"Yes Kerry, I know that!"
The electronic beats that signified the beating of Abby's heart merged into one continuous noise.
"Time of death, eleven, twenty-eight pm"
I just read through this and I think that it is rubbish. If you are reading it then obviously i decided to post it. At the moment I can't deicide. I don't know if I will continue but if I do, let me make it clear that just because Abby is dead I have no plans to turn this into a Carsan or Jinter, or anything like that. It will be Carby all the way.
He felt again for a pulse, and after a few minutes of trying he found one. It was a weak pulse, so weak that it was almost non-existent., but it meant that Abby was alive. Not very alive, he just had to look at her to see that .But there was a chance of her living through this, a chance of everything being okay, like he had promised her all those months ago
Carter grabbed for the phone that was sitting on the table near him and called 911. He waited for the ambulance. In reality it only took the ambulance 10 minutes to get there but to him it seemed like a lifetime. At last there was a knock on the door and Carter ran to open the door.
"Dr Carter," said the ambulance person at the door.
"She, she's through here. I don't know what happened, I think she just collapsed," Carter said as he lead the way to the kitchen.
~~~~~~Later at the hospital~~~~~~~~~~~ The gurney burst through the doors with Carter running along beside it.
"Carter, what are you doing here?" It was Susan, "aren't you off-shift? You must be so eager to...." she trailed off as she looked downwards at the gurney. She had seen Abby. "oh my god," "female, trauma to head, weak pulse, you'll need to intubate," the person from the ambulance told Susan.
"Dr Weaver!" Susan called out. She knew that she could not deal with this alone. Dr Weaver came up to her and saw Abby lying motionless on the gurney. She immediately took charge, like only she could do.
"ok, I need to begin CPR as soon as we get to trauma 1," she saw Carter looking at her,
"can I come?" Carter asked quietly,
"I don't think that it would be a good idea," she watched as Carter looked at her and then turned around to go to the lounge.
"Susan, go with him, make sure he's okay,"
"but I want to help,"
"If you want to help then go talk to Carter, he'll need someone to talk to. I'll find Robert and Lizzie, she'll get the best care possible." Susan and Kerry hadn't always been the best of friends but this was one time when Susan knew that Kerry was right. She followed Carter to the lounge.
Carter sat in the lounge immersed in his own thoughts. He couldn't image life without her. He remembered the pain he had felt when Lucy died and he knew that if anything was going to happen to Abby he would feel a hundred times worse. Abby had been his best friend and if she died there would be a void. A void that no one could fill, he would never be able to love again. His heart would be shattered into a million pieces, like the smashed teacup. No matter how hard anyone tried to repair it would never be the same again. He had opened up his heart and now he was bearing the consequences.
He didn't hear Susan walk into the room. One minute he was alone and the next there was someone sitting beside him, talking to him. He didn't want to listen, he could hear her talking but he couldn't identify any of the words. He couldn't think, anything he thought of, he saw Abby's face pale and motionless. The usual smile no longer there and her eyes just staring at him. No matter how long he lived he would never forget the sight
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In trauma room 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I need suction!" Dr Romano called out. He had cracked open her chest in an attempt to make her heart beat.
"I told you not to crack her!" Dr Corday shouted at him
"I need some suction!"
"Robert we're losing her," Dr Weaver was trying to remain calm, but the sight in front of her would not allow her to,
"Well, get me some damn suction!"
"The BP is falling," Dr Corday commented, helping Dr Romano with the suction.
"Well thank you Lizzie, helpful at last."
"Her BP is still falling,"
"Yes Kerry, I know that!"
The electronic beats that signified the beating of Abby's heart merged into one continuous noise.
"Time of death, eleven, twenty-eight pm"
I just read through this and I think that it is rubbish. If you are reading it then obviously i decided to post it. At the moment I can't deicide. I don't know if I will continue but if I do, let me make it clear that just because Abby is dead I have no plans to turn this into a Carsan or Jinter, or anything like that. It will be Carby all the way.