Title: Still Holding on
Category: Drama/Angst/ Romance-JC & JMC
Rating: PG-13 just to be on the safe side (Later in the story)
Spoilers: None; I only wish this would happen on the show, but it won't.
Archive: ask first, then I'll decide
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner
Brothers, Michael Criton, NBC, etcetera, etcetera.
Authors Note: This is the second chapter in my very first fan fiction. I really hope that you enjoy it, and I can't wait to post the next couple of chapter, so read fast! Just kidding! Hope you enjoy, and I want feedback!
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"Jing Mei, I've got a head lac in exam two that is showing signs of infection. Could you take a look?
"Sure, Abby." This took all of about five minutes, and then there was nothing to do.
The ER seemed remarkably calm and quiet. This allowed John and Deb to sneak into the lounge for a quick nap on the couch, to catch up on the sleep they lost the night before. This peace was interrupted, when Jerry and Susan entered the lounge.
"Hate to wake them up. They look so peaceful," The doctor said, when she saw their arms wrapped around one another.
Jerry had no problem playing alarm clock. "Hey, lovebirds, get up! Trauma coming in."
His shouts quickly woke the sleeping couple, and they went to prepare for the incoming trauma.
"What have we got?"
"Twenty two year old female. Sexually assaulted, stab wound in the left upper chest, head lac, BP 80/40, broken pelvis."
"Not again", John thought.
Their attempts to save the young woman proved fruitless. She was pronounced, forty-five minutes later.
Deb's half shift ended fifteen minutes later. She kissed John goodbye, and walked through the automatic doors of the ER. John watched her leave, with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Traumas like that always made him worry about her. He pushed away those feelings when a two year old was brought in with massive dog bites. He put his attention again on his work.
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As Deb walked away from the ER toward her BMW, she felt as though someone was watching or following her. "I always feel that way after a trauma like that. How could it not affect me?" she thought to herself.
When she entered the suburban home she and John shared, she began to feel more relaxed, and decided that a nice bubble bath would be perfect. She knew that her husband would be home at ten that night, but that did not suppress the fact that she missed him already. She lay back in the bath, and let her mind wander, until she fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke to the sound of the front door opening.
"How long have I been in here? John shouldn't be home yet. Maybe he convinced Susan to swap a shift with him. Why did he use the front door?"
She quickly put on a robe, and headed down the stairs.
"John? Is that you?"
The house was eerily quiet. Deb looked around, and became suddenly frightened in the place that was so familiar to her. She stepped into the sunroom in the back of the house, when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She smiled, thinking to herself how silly it had been to be afraid in her own home.
"John. What are you do." She stopped short as she turn to look at the man behind her. "Oh God, no!" she thought. "This can't be happening."
Fear swept through her body as, she turned and looked into the face of a stranger. "Oh, God, no!" She screamed as she tried to untangle herself from the man's arms. It was no use. He was too strong. He pinned her arms to her side and proceeded to put his mouth over hers. This muffled her screams, cutting off her last strings of hope of getting away from this man that she did not recognize.
Her captor became more and more forceful, pushing her up the grand staircase. Deb tried to kick her way free, but it was to no avail. He was just too strong; it was over powering. As he pushed open the door to the bedroom, Deb began to cry.
"Shut up! Shut up, if you want to see tomorrow. You saw what happened to my last one." With that he slapped her, causing her head to hit the corner of the chest of drawers, and the back of her head to bleed profusely. She could tell that she was about to lose consciousness.
He then pinned her between his body and the bedpost, and began to take off her bathrobe.
"Please, no, don't do this! You're hurting me! Stop!" She begged for minutes as she tried to remain alert. He grabbed her chin in one hand and forced her onto the bed with his weight.
"John!" was all she could think of as her assailant completed his evil deed and she fell into a disturbed and terrifying sleep.
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John left work that night, and realized that the unpleasant feeling he had when Deb left, had only increased, throughout the remainder of his shift. He wanted to get home as quickly as he could, if for no other reason, to assure himself that she was fine.
He drove up, and realized that everything seemed to be in place and in order, so he again shoved his fears to the back of his mind. He walked into the house, and figured that his wife was probably already asleep in their bed. He walked up the stairs to the room he and Deb shared, not noticing the drops of blood that mimicked his every step. He expected her to be peacefully dreaming, only to be awakened by his kisses.
He entered the room, and he froze. The fear that he had pushed away only moments earlier, had resurface, and had multiplied when he saw the sight in front of him. It was a scene straight from his worst nightmare. There was his precious wife lying on the bed. She was bruised.battered.naked.
His mind was racing, and he was at her side within seconds. He did not know what to do. It was like all the medical knowledge he had attained, suddenly had been drained from him. He saw that she was breathing, but he had to get her to the hospital. He gathered her broken body into his arms, covered her in a blanket, and carried her down the stairs.
He drove to the hospital as fast as he dared, all the while counting every precious breath his wife released, knowing that he was that much closer to losing her.
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At the hospital, the night shift was sitting around, contemplating the stupid warning labels on the medications. Luka, Abby, Susan, Yosh, Chuny, and even Kerry laughed hysterically at Malik's explanation of the warning label on a tube of cortisone cream. It had been quiet for the most part, with the exception of a few drunks and a dislocated shoulder. Suddenly the laughter was interrupted by a voice that they recognized as one of their own.
"Help! Get a gurney!" John was holding the precious bundle in his arms, and tears were flowing down his face. The doctors and nurses on duty jumped out of their chairs and ran over to their friend. What they saw when they got there was a picture none of them would soon forget. It was Deb.
"Oh my God! What happened, John?"
"I don't know. Kerry, please help her." He began to follow the gurney into Trauma one.
"John-we got this. This is too personal. You need to stay here."
"Kerry, I."
"John, stay here. We don't know what we will find. Please let us do what we need to so we can save her."
He stopped her as she turned to go tend to his wife. "Please. Don't let her die. I can't live without her. Please."
"John, we'll do all that we can. I promise."
The door shut behind her, and he was left standing at the glass door, looking helplessly at his friends, working tirelessly to save his wife, his heart, his life life. He was unable to move, knowing that any moment, she might leave him forever. He fell to his knees, began to weep.
Authors Note: This is the second chapter in my very first fan fiction. I really hope that you enjoy it, and I can't wait to post the next couple of chapter, so read fast! Just kidding! Hope you enjoy, and I want feedback!
~~~~*
"Jing Mei, I've got a head lac in exam two that is showing signs of infection. Could you take a look?
"Sure, Abby." This took all of about five minutes, and then there was nothing to do.
The ER seemed remarkably calm and quiet. This allowed John and Deb to sneak into the lounge for a quick nap on the couch, to catch up on the sleep they lost the night before. This peace was interrupted, when Jerry and Susan entered the lounge.
"Hate to wake them up. They look so peaceful," The doctor said, when she saw their arms wrapped around one another.
Jerry had no problem playing alarm clock. "Hey, lovebirds, get up! Trauma coming in."
His shouts quickly woke the sleeping couple, and they went to prepare for the incoming trauma.
"What have we got?"
"Twenty two year old female. Sexually assaulted, stab wound in the left upper chest, head lac, BP 80/40, broken pelvis."
"Not again", John thought.
Their attempts to save the young woman proved fruitless. She was pronounced, forty-five minutes later.
Deb's half shift ended fifteen minutes later. She kissed John goodbye, and walked through the automatic doors of the ER. John watched her leave, with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Traumas like that always made him worry about her. He pushed away those feelings when a two year old was brought in with massive dog bites. He put his attention again on his work.
~~~~*
As Deb walked away from the ER toward her BMW, she felt as though someone was watching or following her. "I always feel that way after a trauma like that. How could it not affect me?" she thought to herself.
When she entered the suburban home she and John shared, she began to feel more relaxed, and decided that a nice bubble bath would be perfect. She knew that her husband would be home at ten that night, but that did not suppress the fact that she missed him already. She lay back in the bath, and let her mind wander, until she fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke to the sound of the front door opening.
"How long have I been in here? John shouldn't be home yet. Maybe he convinced Susan to swap a shift with him. Why did he use the front door?"
She quickly put on a robe, and headed down the stairs.
"John? Is that you?"
The house was eerily quiet. Deb looked around, and became suddenly frightened in the place that was so familiar to her. She stepped into the sunroom in the back of the house, when she felt arms wrap around her waist. She smiled, thinking to herself how silly it had been to be afraid in her own home.
"John. What are you do." She stopped short as she turn to look at the man behind her. "Oh God, no!" she thought. "This can't be happening."
Fear swept through her body as, she turned and looked into the face of a stranger. "Oh, God, no!" She screamed as she tried to untangle herself from the man's arms. It was no use. He was too strong. He pinned her arms to her side and proceeded to put his mouth over hers. This muffled her screams, cutting off her last strings of hope of getting away from this man that she did not recognize.
Her captor became more and more forceful, pushing her up the grand staircase. Deb tried to kick her way free, but it was to no avail. He was just too strong; it was over powering. As he pushed open the door to the bedroom, Deb began to cry.
"Shut up! Shut up, if you want to see tomorrow. You saw what happened to my last one." With that he slapped her, causing her head to hit the corner of the chest of drawers, and the back of her head to bleed profusely. She could tell that she was about to lose consciousness.
He then pinned her between his body and the bedpost, and began to take off her bathrobe.
"Please, no, don't do this! You're hurting me! Stop!" She begged for minutes as she tried to remain alert. He grabbed her chin in one hand and forced her onto the bed with his weight.
"John!" was all she could think of as her assailant completed his evil deed and she fell into a disturbed and terrifying sleep.
~~~~*
John left work that night, and realized that the unpleasant feeling he had when Deb left, had only increased, throughout the remainder of his shift. He wanted to get home as quickly as he could, if for no other reason, to assure himself that she was fine.
He drove up, and realized that everything seemed to be in place and in order, so he again shoved his fears to the back of his mind. He walked into the house, and figured that his wife was probably already asleep in their bed. He walked up the stairs to the room he and Deb shared, not noticing the drops of blood that mimicked his every step. He expected her to be peacefully dreaming, only to be awakened by his kisses.
He entered the room, and he froze. The fear that he had pushed away only moments earlier, had resurface, and had multiplied when he saw the sight in front of him. It was a scene straight from his worst nightmare. There was his precious wife lying on the bed. She was bruised.battered.naked.
His mind was racing, and he was at her side within seconds. He did not know what to do. It was like all the medical knowledge he had attained, suddenly had been drained from him. He saw that she was breathing, but he had to get her to the hospital. He gathered her broken body into his arms, covered her in a blanket, and carried her down the stairs.
He drove to the hospital as fast as he dared, all the while counting every precious breath his wife released, knowing that he was that much closer to losing her.
~~~~*
At the hospital, the night shift was sitting around, contemplating the stupid warning labels on the medications. Luka, Abby, Susan, Yosh, Chuny, and even Kerry laughed hysterically at Malik's explanation of the warning label on a tube of cortisone cream. It had been quiet for the most part, with the exception of a few drunks and a dislocated shoulder. Suddenly the laughter was interrupted by a voice that they recognized as one of their own.
"Help! Get a gurney!" John was holding the precious bundle in his arms, and tears were flowing down his face. The doctors and nurses on duty jumped out of their chairs and ran over to their friend. What they saw when they got there was a picture none of them would soon forget. It was Deb.
"Oh my God! What happened, John?"
"I don't know. Kerry, please help her." He began to follow the gurney into Trauma one.
"John-we got this. This is too personal. You need to stay here."
"Kerry, I."
"John, stay here. We don't know what we will find. Please let us do what we need to so we can save her."
He stopped her as she turned to go tend to his wife. "Please. Don't let her die. I can't live without her. Please."
"John, we'll do all that we can. I promise."
The door shut behind her, and he was left standing at the glass door, looking helplessly at his friends, working tirelessly to save his wife, his heart, his life life. He was unable to move, knowing that any moment, she might leave him forever. He fell to his knees, began to weep.