Notes:
Man, I thought that chapter eight would be my last, but I suddenly got all
inspired since channel four are currently showing ER double bills during
the day! So here's another chapter for you all!
The lyrics featured in this chapter are from 'Stop living the lie' by David
Sneddon (There ya go Luka! A bit of Sneddo for you! ^.^)
Disclaimer:
I don't own ER or the characters but I really wish I did!
Where do we go from here?
Chapter Nine - All about loving you
Abby squeezed Carter's hand as she stood at the observation window looking at Luka. She couldn't believe it was her friend lying there, looking so ill and weak. Involuntary tears ran down her cheeks and she stared. Carter let go of her hand and squeezed her shoulders gently. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled her close to him. "It looks much worse than it is" He whispered to her softly.
"I know" Abby said quietly. "You just never imagine you're going to see someone you care about in that situation"
"He'll be fine Abby, like you said, he's a fighter" Carter replied, in an effort to comfort his lover. "Oh my God, Carter, look"! Abby exclaimed, pointing towards Luka. Carter looked though the window to see his colleague's eyes flutter and his hand twitch slightly. "He's waking up" Carter stated needlessly. Abby was already through the door and heading over to her friend's bedside. Carter followed, but hung back a bit, sensing that he wasn't really needed. "Luka"? Abby asked hopefully. "Luka, it's Abby, can you open your eyes for me"?
Luka let out a soft moan and opened his eyes. It was all a bit too much for him to take in, where was he? And what had happened? Why was he in bed? And why was Abby here? "Abby"? He questioned, god his throat was sore.
"Carter, could you get Luka some water please"? Abby asked her boyfriend. Carter nodded and left the room in search of a pitcher of water. "What happened"? Luka croaked.
"You were in an accident" Abby replied. "Don't you remember"?
"Not really" Luka said sadly.
"Are you feeling alright? Does it hurt bad"?
"Just a little sore, I'm ok" Luka replied with a small smile. He was glad that Abby was here for him. Carter returned with the water and Luka sipped it gratefully. It felt so good when the cool liquid washed down his throat, getting rid of that terrible hoarseness. "Better"? Abby asked.
"Much" Luka said thankfully. "What's the damage"?
"Well most of it is superficial, but they had to remove your spleen and do some repair work on your liver, then of course you broke your leg" Abby explained. As she was doing this, she noted that Luka's eyes drifted off to the observation window. Abby followed his line of sight and saw a very guilty looking Dave stood at the window. "YOU"! Luka shouted, trying to get up.
"Luka, relax"! Abby said, trying to push Luka back down.
"Dave! Get back here"! Luka yelled. Abby looked back to the window to see that Dave was already gone. "What was that about"? She asked Luka once he had settled back down.
"That's between me and him" Luka answered. The vicious tone to his voice made Abby think it was best not to probe anymore into the subject.
~*~
"Dave"? Randi called as Dave stormed past the admit desk. Dave looked extremely upset and was ignoring anyone who attempted to speak to him whilst he stalked out. All that was on his mind now was the way Luka had reacted to him. It was plainly obvious that Luka was mad at him and blamed him for the accident. Why shouldn't he? It was Dave's fault after all. "Dave"? Yosh questioned as the junior resident shoved him aside. Yosh saw his co-worker had a troubled expression on his face and there were tears in his eyes. "Malucci"? Mark asked as Dave headed towards the doors of the ER. The junior resident didn't seem to hear his older colleague and Mark noticed just how close to losing it Dave was. "DR MALUCCI"! Kerry Weaver yelled. The others stared at Dave as he stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn around however, he just remained with his back to the admit desk. "Take one more step Dr Malucci and you don't bother coming back" Kerry warned. The other staff looked at Dave, anxious about what he might do. Dave closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath and carried on walking.
~*~
"He walked out of this ER Mark, you saw what happened. I've had just about enough of Dr Malucci's behaviour" Kerry said wearily as she rubbed her face. She and Mark were sitting in the lounge, discussing Dave's recent actions. "I'm sure he had a good reason Kerry" Mark argued.
"He has to understand he can't just walk out of here when he feels like it. He did the same thing earlier on when he wandered off to the roof. If you think I was unfair Mark, I'd like to know how you would handle him" Kerry replied.
"He was obviously distressed Kerry, anyone could see that"
"So you're saying that every time a member of staff is bothered about something then it's ok for them to just abandon their duties"? Kerry said angrily.
"I'm not saying that Kerry, but it's obvious something has happened to him. Now if it were me and I was the one who was distressed as Dave was then what would you do? You'd advise me to go home" Mark shot back.
"We're not talking about a single incident here Mark. As I've said, this happened earlier on"
"Because there's obviously something that's seriously bothering Dave" Mark replied. "What? Based on your extensive knowledge of psychology"? Kerry challenged.
"Anyone can see that Dr Malucci is going through a tough time at the moment" Mark stated.
"I'm done with Dr Malucci Mark. I'm tired of his behaviour and his attitude, he has already been warned that he was on his last chance and I stick to that decision" Kerry said adamantly.
"Kerry you and I both know this isn't really about Dave's behaviour today"
"What are you implying"? Kerry asked.
"I'm implying that you're so hard on Dave purely because you don't like him and if you're going to treat staff badly just because they don't like you then I suggest you start treating all the staff here like crap" Mark replied, his own anger becoming more apparent.
"I'll tell you what Mark, you deal with Dr Malucci because frankly, I've had all I can take from him. I wash my hands of him" Kerry said as she stood up. "He's your problem now" She added as she hobbled out of the lounge.
~*~
"He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee
And he's tumbling into his thoughts
His memories are all tied in knots
Who is going to save him
No-one wants to know him"
Dave gently stroked Michael's hair. The child was sleeping soundly in his lap. Dave was doing what he could to stop himself thinking about how his life was falling apart around him. He was sure he'd lost Luka, and to make matters worse, he'd now lost his job. Dave was definitely at his lowest ebb. He'd never felt this depressed in years. "I'm not giving you much of a future am I"? He whispered to the sleeping Michael. "I promised myself I'd be a better father than my dad was, but I'm hardly achieving that. I'm so sorry son, I really am. I'll make things better again" he continued sadly. He leant down and kissed Michael's forehead. Dave gently carried his son to his room. When he entered the lounge again, Dave sighed deeply before picking up the phone and dialling.
~*~
"Cook County General ER" Frank said curtly. "Sure, I'll tell her, but I wouldn't like to be you when you return" Frank shook his head when he put the phone down.
"Who was that"? Carter enquired as he wrote a patients details on the board.
"Abby"
"I thought she was up in ICU with Luka" Carter replied with a frown.
"She told me to tell you she went home" Randi said, not even looking up from her latest beauty magazine. "Thanks for the message" Carter said sarcastically. He turned back to Frank. "Is she alright"? Carter asked, a worried look crossing his features.
"She says she doesn't feel very well and she's not coming in" Frank replied.
"Did she say what was wrong"?
"No, just that she wasn't feeling too good"
"Maybe I should go and check on her" Carter thought aloud.
"Don't even think about it Dr Carter" An angry voice said from behind him. Carter turned around and was met with the icy stare of a very pissed off Kerry Weaver. "Since Dr Malucci is no longer with us and Dr Kovac is obviously in no condition to work, we're two doctors down, we need you here doing your job" She continued.
"Alright" Carter said grudgingly. He only hoped that Abby wasn't seriously ill with anything. "There's a wheezer in curtain two who needs your attention" Kerry ordered as she handed Carter the chart. Carter took it and wandered off, no doubt mumbling some very colourful things about Kerry Weaver.
~*~
Abby sat on the bathroom floor and leaned against the bath. She cried deep, soul-wrenching sobs. How could this have happened to her? She'd always been so careful. She picked up the box beside her and threw it. It hit the wall and bounced off, landing beside her feet in the small bathroom. Abby cursed through her sobs and prayed that none of her neighbours could hear her.
~*~
"Are you sure Rob? Ok, well thanks anyway" Dave said as he put the phone down. He'd called one of his friends, Robert, who he knew worked at the nearby hospital, Mercy. Dave had asked if there was any work going there for him. Sadly, there wasn't so now Dave was back to square one, jobless. Dave picked up his small son and carried him to the bedroom. Michael opened his eyes and smiled up at his father. "Love you Daddy" He said.
"I love you too son" Dave replied with a smile. One smile from Michael never failed to cheer him up. "When I'm older, I'm going to be a doctor just like you"! Michael exclaimed excitedly as he settled down underneath his bed sheets. Dave didn't respond, he simply tucked his son in and kissed his forehead. Michael was sleep by the time Dave had switched off the bedroom light. He gently closed the door and leaned against it. "You don't want to be like me Michael" He whispered into the darkness.
END OF CHAPTER NINE!
Disclaimer:
I don't own ER or the characters but I really wish I did!
Where do we go from here?
Chapter Nine - All about loving you
Abby squeezed Carter's hand as she stood at the observation window looking at Luka. She couldn't believe it was her friend lying there, looking so ill and weak. Involuntary tears ran down her cheeks and she stared. Carter let go of her hand and squeezed her shoulders gently. He wrapped his arms around them and pulled her close to him. "It looks much worse than it is" He whispered to her softly.
"I know" Abby said quietly. "You just never imagine you're going to see someone you care about in that situation"
"He'll be fine Abby, like you said, he's a fighter" Carter replied, in an effort to comfort his lover. "Oh my God, Carter, look"! Abby exclaimed, pointing towards Luka. Carter looked though the window to see his colleague's eyes flutter and his hand twitch slightly. "He's waking up" Carter stated needlessly. Abby was already through the door and heading over to her friend's bedside. Carter followed, but hung back a bit, sensing that he wasn't really needed. "Luka"? Abby asked hopefully. "Luka, it's Abby, can you open your eyes for me"?
Luka let out a soft moan and opened his eyes. It was all a bit too much for him to take in, where was he? And what had happened? Why was he in bed? And why was Abby here? "Abby"? He questioned, god his throat was sore.
"Carter, could you get Luka some water please"? Abby asked her boyfriend. Carter nodded and left the room in search of a pitcher of water. "What happened"? Luka croaked.
"You were in an accident" Abby replied. "Don't you remember"?
"Not really" Luka said sadly.
"Are you feeling alright? Does it hurt bad"?
"Just a little sore, I'm ok" Luka replied with a small smile. He was glad that Abby was here for him. Carter returned with the water and Luka sipped it gratefully. It felt so good when the cool liquid washed down his throat, getting rid of that terrible hoarseness. "Better"? Abby asked.
"Much" Luka said thankfully. "What's the damage"?
"Well most of it is superficial, but they had to remove your spleen and do some repair work on your liver, then of course you broke your leg" Abby explained. As she was doing this, she noted that Luka's eyes drifted off to the observation window. Abby followed his line of sight and saw a very guilty looking Dave stood at the window. "YOU"! Luka shouted, trying to get up.
"Luka, relax"! Abby said, trying to push Luka back down.
"Dave! Get back here"! Luka yelled. Abby looked back to the window to see that Dave was already gone. "What was that about"? She asked Luka once he had settled back down.
"That's between me and him" Luka answered. The vicious tone to his voice made Abby think it was best not to probe anymore into the subject.
~*~
"Dave"? Randi called as Dave stormed past the admit desk. Dave looked extremely upset and was ignoring anyone who attempted to speak to him whilst he stalked out. All that was on his mind now was the way Luka had reacted to him. It was plainly obvious that Luka was mad at him and blamed him for the accident. Why shouldn't he? It was Dave's fault after all. "Dave"? Yosh questioned as the junior resident shoved him aside. Yosh saw his co-worker had a troubled expression on his face and there were tears in his eyes. "Malucci"? Mark asked as Dave headed towards the doors of the ER. The junior resident didn't seem to hear his older colleague and Mark noticed just how close to losing it Dave was. "DR MALUCCI"! Kerry Weaver yelled. The others stared at Dave as he stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn around however, he just remained with his back to the admit desk. "Take one more step Dr Malucci and you don't bother coming back" Kerry warned. The other staff looked at Dave, anxious about what he might do. Dave closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath and carried on walking.
~*~
"He walked out of this ER Mark, you saw what happened. I've had just about enough of Dr Malucci's behaviour" Kerry said wearily as she rubbed her face. She and Mark were sitting in the lounge, discussing Dave's recent actions. "I'm sure he had a good reason Kerry" Mark argued.
"He has to understand he can't just walk out of here when he feels like it. He did the same thing earlier on when he wandered off to the roof. If you think I was unfair Mark, I'd like to know how you would handle him" Kerry replied.
"He was obviously distressed Kerry, anyone could see that"
"So you're saying that every time a member of staff is bothered about something then it's ok for them to just abandon their duties"? Kerry said angrily.
"I'm not saying that Kerry, but it's obvious something has happened to him. Now if it were me and I was the one who was distressed as Dave was then what would you do? You'd advise me to go home" Mark shot back.
"We're not talking about a single incident here Mark. As I've said, this happened earlier on"
"Because there's obviously something that's seriously bothering Dave" Mark replied. "What? Based on your extensive knowledge of psychology"? Kerry challenged.
"Anyone can see that Dr Malucci is going through a tough time at the moment" Mark stated.
"I'm done with Dr Malucci Mark. I'm tired of his behaviour and his attitude, he has already been warned that he was on his last chance and I stick to that decision" Kerry said adamantly.
"Kerry you and I both know this isn't really about Dave's behaviour today"
"What are you implying"? Kerry asked.
"I'm implying that you're so hard on Dave purely because you don't like him and if you're going to treat staff badly just because they don't like you then I suggest you start treating all the staff here like crap" Mark replied, his own anger becoming more apparent.
"I'll tell you what Mark, you deal with Dr Malucci because frankly, I've had all I can take from him. I wash my hands of him" Kerry said as she stood up. "He's your problem now" She added as she hobbled out of the lounge.
~*~
"He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee
And he's tumbling into his thoughts
His memories are all tied in knots
Who is going to save him
No-one wants to know him"
Dave gently stroked Michael's hair. The child was sleeping soundly in his lap. Dave was doing what he could to stop himself thinking about how his life was falling apart around him. He was sure he'd lost Luka, and to make matters worse, he'd now lost his job. Dave was definitely at his lowest ebb. He'd never felt this depressed in years. "I'm not giving you much of a future am I"? He whispered to the sleeping Michael. "I promised myself I'd be a better father than my dad was, but I'm hardly achieving that. I'm so sorry son, I really am. I'll make things better again" he continued sadly. He leant down and kissed Michael's forehead. Dave gently carried his son to his room. When he entered the lounge again, Dave sighed deeply before picking up the phone and dialling.
~*~
"Cook County General ER" Frank said curtly. "Sure, I'll tell her, but I wouldn't like to be you when you return" Frank shook his head when he put the phone down.
"Who was that"? Carter enquired as he wrote a patients details on the board.
"Abby"
"I thought she was up in ICU with Luka" Carter replied with a frown.
"She told me to tell you she went home" Randi said, not even looking up from her latest beauty magazine. "Thanks for the message" Carter said sarcastically. He turned back to Frank. "Is she alright"? Carter asked, a worried look crossing his features.
"She says she doesn't feel very well and she's not coming in" Frank replied.
"Did she say what was wrong"?
"No, just that she wasn't feeling too good"
"Maybe I should go and check on her" Carter thought aloud.
"Don't even think about it Dr Carter" An angry voice said from behind him. Carter turned around and was met with the icy stare of a very pissed off Kerry Weaver. "Since Dr Malucci is no longer with us and Dr Kovac is obviously in no condition to work, we're two doctors down, we need you here doing your job" She continued.
"Alright" Carter said grudgingly. He only hoped that Abby wasn't seriously ill with anything. "There's a wheezer in curtain two who needs your attention" Kerry ordered as she handed Carter the chart. Carter took it and wandered off, no doubt mumbling some very colourful things about Kerry Weaver.
~*~
Abby sat on the bathroom floor and leaned against the bath. She cried deep, soul-wrenching sobs. How could this have happened to her? She'd always been so careful. She picked up the box beside her and threw it. It hit the wall and bounced off, landing beside her feet in the small bathroom. Abby cursed through her sobs and prayed that none of her neighbours could hear her.
~*~
"Are you sure Rob? Ok, well thanks anyway" Dave said as he put the phone down. He'd called one of his friends, Robert, who he knew worked at the nearby hospital, Mercy. Dave had asked if there was any work going there for him. Sadly, there wasn't so now Dave was back to square one, jobless. Dave picked up his small son and carried him to the bedroom. Michael opened his eyes and smiled up at his father. "Love you Daddy" He said.
"I love you too son" Dave replied with a smile. One smile from Michael never failed to cheer him up. "When I'm older, I'm going to be a doctor just like you"! Michael exclaimed excitedly as he settled down underneath his bed sheets. Dave didn't respond, he simply tucked his son in and kissed his forehead. Michael was sleep by the time Dave had switched off the bedroom light. He gently closed the door and leaned against it. "You don't want to be like me Michael" He whispered into the darkness.
END OF CHAPTER NINE!
