" Hey Carter."
" Anna, it's Chase.''
" What happened?"
" He got hit by a car while running from a drug deal."
" Oh. No Carter that's awful. Where was it?"
" Here, in Chicago."
" Yeah, I know that, but what part?"
" The suburbs down by the river."
" Oh no. Did they find the guy who hit him?"
" I don't think so. Why?"
" Nothing. It's nothing. It couldn't be."
" Anna, tell me. I need to know."
" You remember my boyfriend Max right?"
" Yeah, why?"
" Well, he's in Chicago this weekend surveying Mercy as a possible Pedes E.R."
" Yeah, but I still don't get it."
" Do you think that maybe, possibly the driver was...Max?''
" Oh, Anna, no, no I don't. There are a ton of drug dealers in Chicago. There's a million to one chance that's it's Max."
" Yeah, your right. I'll call him and let him know what happened and maybe he can stop by or something."
" No, Anna. I'll call him. What's his number?"
" 453-9091. Extension 3. But John, promise me you won't get angry with him or go and beat him up."
" Sure thing."
( Enter Haleh.)
" Dr. Carter, Chase is crashing. Kovac and Lewis want you there."
" Oh, god. Ok, thanks Haleh. Anna, Chase has gotten worse. I have got to go help him. Thanks for all of your help."
" Yeah. Carter, call me and let me know how it goes ok?"
" Yeah, ok, but I really got to go."
I hang up as quickly as I possibly can. I run out of the room and head at a bull's pace towards the trauma room. I don a trauma gown and bust in through the doors.
" Another round of epi," yells Kovac over the screaming monitors.
" How many rounds?" I ask quizzically.
" This is his third round of epi, he's had 6 of atrophine, 100 of lidocaine," replied Susan.
I sit there and take it all in. This is it. The end. Chase is really going to die. My thoughts are interrupted by Luka's voice.
" Thoracotomy tray. Carter, you may want to step out man."
" No, but why the hell are you doing a thoracotomy on a blunt chest trauma?"
" I'm doing an over the top one because we have to repair the heart, and it has to be now or never so let me do it."
" Oh, son of a bitch."
( Carter punches Luka and knocks him to the floor.)
" Carter!" screams Susan.
( Enter Weaver.)
" What's all this ruckous in here?"
" Asystole!" hollered Susan.
I can't believe it. His heart has stopped. I'm in shock. Why did I punch Luka? What was I thinking? Luka's bleeding. I must have done a good job. Now Kerry has the 10 blade. She's prepping the chest. I guess he really does need a thoracotomy.
" Wait. I'll do it," says a voice from outside the trauma room.
" Anna, it's Chase.''
" What happened?"
" He got hit by a car while running from a drug deal."
" Oh. No Carter that's awful. Where was it?"
" Here, in Chicago."
" Yeah, I know that, but what part?"
" The suburbs down by the river."
" Oh no. Did they find the guy who hit him?"
" I don't think so. Why?"
" Nothing. It's nothing. It couldn't be."
" Anna, tell me. I need to know."
" You remember my boyfriend Max right?"
" Yeah, why?"
" Well, he's in Chicago this weekend surveying Mercy as a possible Pedes E.R."
" Yeah, but I still don't get it."
" Do you think that maybe, possibly the driver was...Max?''
" Oh, Anna, no, no I don't. There are a ton of drug dealers in Chicago. There's a million to one chance that's it's Max."
" Yeah, your right. I'll call him and let him know what happened and maybe he can stop by or something."
" No, Anna. I'll call him. What's his number?"
" 453-9091. Extension 3. But John, promise me you won't get angry with him or go and beat him up."
" Sure thing."
( Enter Haleh.)
" Dr. Carter, Chase is crashing. Kovac and Lewis want you there."
" Oh, god. Ok, thanks Haleh. Anna, Chase has gotten worse. I have got to go help him. Thanks for all of your help."
" Yeah. Carter, call me and let me know how it goes ok?"
" Yeah, ok, but I really got to go."
I hang up as quickly as I possibly can. I run out of the room and head at a bull's pace towards the trauma room. I don a trauma gown and bust in through the doors.
" Another round of epi," yells Kovac over the screaming monitors.
" How many rounds?" I ask quizzically.
" This is his third round of epi, he's had 6 of atrophine, 100 of lidocaine," replied Susan.
I sit there and take it all in. This is it. The end. Chase is really going to die. My thoughts are interrupted by Luka's voice.
" Thoracotomy tray. Carter, you may want to step out man."
" No, but why the hell are you doing a thoracotomy on a blunt chest trauma?"
" I'm doing an over the top one because we have to repair the heart, and it has to be now or never so let me do it."
" Oh, son of a bitch."
( Carter punches Luka and knocks him to the floor.)
" Carter!" screams Susan.
( Enter Weaver.)
" What's all this ruckous in here?"
" Asystole!" hollered Susan.
I can't believe it. His heart has stopped. I'm in shock. Why did I punch Luka? What was I thinking? Luka's bleeding. I must have done a good job. Now Kerry has the 10 blade. She's prepping the chest. I guess he really does need a thoracotomy.
" Wait. I'll do it," says a voice from outside the trauma room.