A Step Further
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: First, this is a bit hypothetical. If it's not "true", work with me here. Second: I don't know Croation. I'm substituting the best I can. Sorry for the inaccuracy.
"Luka?" Dr. Kovac looked up from the papers he was studying. He was on his way to see a compound fracture that had just come in.
"Yes?"
"There's a phone call for you" the nurse told him, "Weaver said to find you" If Weaver sent someone to fine him, it was proabably important.
"Find Carter, tell him he's got another paitient" He handed her the chart and made his way to the locker room where he picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Doktor Kovac?" The man on the other end was Croatian.
"Da." Luka answered. He stilled as he listened to what the man had to say. He gave his answers when he could, but for the most part he was too shocked to speak. Finally, the man came to the end of his oration.
"Da. Da. Danka. Da. Danka" he replied and put the reciever back in the cradle. He sank down onto the couch. He had proabably been sitting there, staring at the wall for more than an hour when Carter came in.
"Luka, I've been looking everywhere for you. Ria called, she was worried when you didn't come home" He stopped to take a good look at Luka.
"You okay?" he asked. Luka looked up.
"My brother's dead"
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: First, this is a bit hypothetical. If it's not "true", work with me here. Second: I don't know Croation. I'm substituting the best I can. Sorry for the inaccuracy.
"Luka?" Dr. Kovac looked up from the papers he was studying. He was on his way to see a compound fracture that had just come in.
"Yes?"
"There's a phone call for you" the nurse told him, "Weaver said to find you" If Weaver sent someone to fine him, it was proabably important.
"Find Carter, tell him he's got another paitient" He handed her the chart and made his way to the locker room where he picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Doktor Kovac?" The man on the other end was Croatian.
"Da." Luka answered. He stilled as he listened to what the man had to say. He gave his answers when he could, but for the most part he was too shocked to speak. Finally, the man came to the end of his oration.
"Da. Da. Danka. Da. Danka" he replied and put the reciever back in the cradle. He sank down onto the couch. He had proabably been sitting there, staring at the wall for more than an hour when Carter came in.
"Luka, I've been looking everywhere for you. Ria called, she was worried when you didn't come home" He stopped to take a good look at Luka.
"You okay?" he asked. Luka looked up.
"My brother's dead"