(Author's Note: Sorry if any medical information is inaccurate! I did research!)

He froze as billions of thoughts went through his mind. He soon snapped out of it and started running behind the gurney. His mind was racing, and he barely understood what the paramedic was saying. "Driving in a jeep, got slammed against a building. Unconscious at the scene. We had to intubate her…"

The walk into Trauma was basically a blur after that. As they walked in, it hit him: What about the baby?

"Carter, get out of here!"

He stared blankly at her and hesitated to walk out. Not this time…he thought.

"Chuny, you get him out of here!

Chuny went into action. "Dr. Carter, you're coming with me!" He tried to stay, but she fought.

"Look, I've got to be in there…"

"We can't work on her with you in there hovering over her or trying to take over or something!"

"You don't understand, I-"

"No!" and with that, she marched into the room, yelling at Pratt to follow her. "And bring terbutaline!"

Carter stood awkwardly in the hallway. As the blinds were slightly open, he could vaguely see what was going on, but was not able to guess. He could tell when something was wrong, because it seemed like they all jumped. Pretty soon, three people rushed into the room.

He recognized where they came from. OB.

He stopped the very last person in the group and pulled him aside. "What's going on?"

"Not sure."

"Is she having the baby?"

"Sir, I honestly don't know." Carter stood in front of him before he tried to go in. "If something's wrong, I've got to be in there."

The young man stood back. "Sir, I'm not sure what's happening. I'm a student and was told to come along. Now excuse me." The man burst into the door before he could be stopped.

Carter stood back again. He looked through the small slits in the blinds. Something was going on, because everyone was rushing around.

Would he miss the birth of his child? What if Abby died? What if they both died?

He suddenly filled with anger. He clenched his fists. Who did this?

It was the guy that came in before Abby. They said he was drunk. Carter stormed toward the door next to him. That's where that gurney went.

Gallant and Chen were in this room. He couldn't make out a face; his neck was in a brace. Carter stared into the room in fury. Carter darted his eyes toward the heart monitor, which showed the man had just gone into v-tach. Chen attempted to defibrillate him five times. For a second he look as if he had recovered, but then he flatlined.

Chen packed up the defibrillator as Gallant turned off the heart monitor and took the neck brace off.

Who are you? Carter growled in his mind.

The head fell toward the window side.

"…Chase?"

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I'm thinking MAYBE chase would have recovered from his OD enough to walk and talk and, therefore, drive a little. If you don't agree with me, could you maybe just suspend reality for a teensy weensy while?

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