A/N: I don't have any medical background! All info is from watching the
show! (
"John! JOHN!!!" Deb screamed while again checking his pulse. She found a weak one as they continued to load him onto the stretcher. Lucy was already in trauma 1 as they rushed him into the next available one. Once he was on a monitor the tension in the room got considerably higher.
"Pulse is weak at 72, b.p. is 90/70 and dropping, resps are 12 and shallow, pulse ox is 89" carol said as she read the monitor.
"Damn it carter!" mark yelled over a new commotion as his stats dropped "get O.R. down here now!" he was now frantic. Halleh took over for carol while she went up stairs to see what was taking so long.
Apparently there was another one of their stupid conferences! Carol knocked on the door and when there was no answer she opened it anyway. She was faced by about 20 surgeons staring back at her.
"What can I do for.?" dr. anspaugh asked her after he noticed her quite obvious anxiety. She was disappointed to see that peter Benton was nowhere to be found.
"We need some of you down stairs now!" she interrupted him. Romano and Lizzie easily volunteered themselves in order to get out of the conference.
"What is it?" Lizzie asked in her smooth English accent.
"Carter and Lucy.there was an.they. were stabbed!" she said as they hurried their pace down the stairs. When they got back to their friends they were not doing any better. Lucy nearly dead, it was obvious she couldn't hold on much longer. Romano got her up immediately to the O.R. as Lizzie tended to Carter. He was already intubated, but he was not stable enough for her to move him.
"Did any one call Peter?" she asked her a hurry.
"Oh god.. I totally.I didn't think to." Halleh stammered.
"Well you bloody hell better!" she said fearfully.
"I will be right back" halleh said as she ran out to the lounge.
"Ok, he's as stable as we can get him for now lets move!" Lizzie yelled at the rest of the trauma team.
"I'll go talk to Benton! Call with any news ok!" mark yelled as he charged towards the lounge. "He didn't pick up the phone Dr. Greene, should I try again?" halleh asked as some of the chaos subsided.
"in a few minutes I'll try!" he told her.
Mark walked out of the trauma room and down toward the lounge. He bloodied gown and gloves, the blood of his friend.damn, were now the only reminders of the recent terror. And those too were soon gone, in the garbage. He opened the door to the lounge and nearly collapsed, now that he was in no authority position. He didn't have to keep his cool; he had to realize the fact that their friends might die. That thought wasn't at all comforting as he picked up the receiver and connected to line 2.
"c'mon its time for dinner!"
"shut up Johnny, you know I never listen to Gamma!"
"Chase is already done and he's gunna leave, don't you wanna say good bye!?"
"yeah, yeah fine! Here ya go!" bobby said as he crumbled on his cute little brothers face, and through his basket ball at his chest.
"How is he?" Benton yelled as he approached admit.
"He's still upstairs," Kerry began, "they were both in pretty bad shape."
"what happened? When did he go up?" Benton began to stagger.
"Why don't we go talk in the lounge!?" Kerry suggested.
"but daddy, I want to go!"
"NO!!! I cant deal with this now, go talk to your mother!"
"Mommy, why wont daddy let me go to Bobby's funeral?"
"If he says you can't then, you can't!"
"but he's my brother! I want to say goodbye!"
"HOW MANY TIMES WILL I TELL YOU NO!!!" john's father screamed as he grabbed him by both shoulders.
"daddy, let go!! It hurts!"
"oh god 7 hours? No word on either of them?" Benton was now almost pacing.
"no not yet!" Kerry said solemnly, "but I think they'd tell you something, if you went up."
"yeah, I could try!" he said leaving before he could really finish.
He was upstairs within seconds and soon saw Dr.Anspaugh, and he looked anything but happy. Picking up his pace as he drew closer he noticed tears forming in his eyes and quickly choked them back. Now was not the time.
"any word, the guys down stairs are really upset?" Benton asked not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"Benton, I am sorry!.." he continued but his world seemed to go blank.
"Barbra! You comin'?"
"yeah! Go get Marigold!" she screamed from the storm door in the back yard.
"ok!" john said as he turned around to get his pony that he shared with his sister to she a man in the stables, "can I help u?"
"yes little man, is your dad around!?"
"who wants to know?"
"just tell him it's an old friend"
"ok, but I am not supposed to talk to strangers!"
"well my name is Kent, now I'm not a stranger am I!?"
"Sorry? For what?" Benton asked a little more clear headed.
"no word yet, but they wont even let me scrub in, they have enough hands in there I guess!" Donald said hoping for it to sound more reassuring then it was.
"I hope so." Benton sighed.
"I told you not to let that bastard in here!" john and barbra heard from their half closed door.
"he's just a friend, we have a history!" his mother answered
"yeah! I am sure, so does this Kent have a last name?"
"yeah! Bastard!" his mother said sheepishly as her husbands unkind hand came down on her face.
At this Barbra closed the door in attempts to shield young Johnny from their parents bickering.
Romano just stood there. She couldn't, she never would, she was gone. God that son of a bitch is gunna pay.he thought to himself. She was cleaned up and the morgue would be there soon but just how the room lay silent it seems like she could just wake up with her alarm clock like she had every day. But she wouldn't. as the somber thoughts began to build in his heada knock came on the door. He brought the slim sheet up to her brow and turned to see Lizzie standing in the door way.
"God Robert, I am sorry!" she blurted out as tears welled in her eyes.
"yeah, it's a shame. How's Carter?" he asked desperate for this to be just another patient, not a person who had known him and worked with him.
"Well." she began hesitantly.
"John! JOHN!!!" Deb screamed while again checking his pulse. She found a weak one as they continued to load him onto the stretcher. Lucy was already in trauma 1 as they rushed him into the next available one. Once he was on a monitor the tension in the room got considerably higher.
"Pulse is weak at 72, b.p. is 90/70 and dropping, resps are 12 and shallow, pulse ox is 89" carol said as she read the monitor.
"Damn it carter!" mark yelled over a new commotion as his stats dropped "get O.R. down here now!" he was now frantic. Halleh took over for carol while she went up stairs to see what was taking so long.
Apparently there was another one of their stupid conferences! Carol knocked on the door and when there was no answer she opened it anyway. She was faced by about 20 surgeons staring back at her.
"What can I do for.?" dr. anspaugh asked her after he noticed her quite obvious anxiety. She was disappointed to see that peter Benton was nowhere to be found.
"We need some of you down stairs now!" she interrupted him. Romano and Lizzie easily volunteered themselves in order to get out of the conference.
"What is it?" Lizzie asked in her smooth English accent.
"Carter and Lucy.there was an.they. were stabbed!" she said as they hurried their pace down the stairs. When they got back to their friends they were not doing any better. Lucy nearly dead, it was obvious she couldn't hold on much longer. Romano got her up immediately to the O.R. as Lizzie tended to Carter. He was already intubated, but he was not stable enough for her to move him.
"Did any one call Peter?" she asked her a hurry.
"Oh god.. I totally.I didn't think to." Halleh stammered.
"Well you bloody hell better!" she said fearfully.
"I will be right back" halleh said as she ran out to the lounge.
"Ok, he's as stable as we can get him for now lets move!" Lizzie yelled at the rest of the trauma team.
"I'll go talk to Benton! Call with any news ok!" mark yelled as he charged towards the lounge. "He didn't pick up the phone Dr. Greene, should I try again?" halleh asked as some of the chaos subsided.
"in a few minutes I'll try!" he told her.
Mark walked out of the trauma room and down toward the lounge. He bloodied gown and gloves, the blood of his friend.damn, were now the only reminders of the recent terror. And those too were soon gone, in the garbage. He opened the door to the lounge and nearly collapsed, now that he was in no authority position. He didn't have to keep his cool; he had to realize the fact that their friends might die. That thought wasn't at all comforting as he picked up the receiver and connected to line 2.
"c'mon its time for dinner!"
"shut up Johnny, you know I never listen to Gamma!"
"Chase is already done and he's gunna leave, don't you wanna say good bye!?"
"yeah, yeah fine! Here ya go!" bobby said as he crumbled on his cute little brothers face, and through his basket ball at his chest.
"How is he?" Benton yelled as he approached admit.
"He's still upstairs," Kerry began, "they were both in pretty bad shape."
"what happened? When did he go up?" Benton began to stagger.
"Why don't we go talk in the lounge!?" Kerry suggested.
"but daddy, I want to go!"
"NO!!! I cant deal with this now, go talk to your mother!"
"Mommy, why wont daddy let me go to Bobby's funeral?"
"If he says you can't then, you can't!"
"but he's my brother! I want to say goodbye!"
"HOW MANY TIMES WILL I TELL YOU NO!!!" john's father screamed as he grabbed him by both shoulders.
"daddy, let go!! It hurts!"
"oh god 7 hours? No word on either of them?" Benton was now almost pacing.
"no not yet!" Kerry said solemnly, "but I think they'd tell you something, if you went up."
"yeah, I could try!" he said leaving before he could really finish.
He was upstairs within seconds and soon saw Dr.Anspaugh, and he looked anything but happy. Picking up his pace as he drew closer he noticed tears forming in his eyes and quickly choked them back. Now was not the time.
"any word, the guys down stairs are really upset?" Benton asked not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"Benton, I am sorry!.." he continued but his world seemed to go blank.
"Barbra! You comin'?"
"yeah! Go get Marigold!" she screamed from the storm door in the back yard.
"ok!" john said as he turned around to get his pony that he shared with his sister to she a man in the stables, "can I help u?"
"yes little man, is your dad around!?"
"who wants to know?"
"just tell him it's an old friend"
"ok, but I am not supposed to talk to strangers!"
"well my name is Kent, now I'm not a stranger am I!?"
"Sorry? For what?" Benton asked a little more clear headed.
"no word yet, but they wont even let me scrub in, they have enough hands in there I guess!" Donald said hoping for it to sound more reassuring then it was.
"I hope so." Benton sighed.
"I told you not to let that bastard in here!" john and barbra heard from their half closed door.
"he's just a friend, we have a history!" his mother answered
"yeah! I am sure, so does this Kent have a last name?"
"yeah! Bastard!" his mother said sheepishly as her husbands unkind hand came down on her face.
At this Barbra closed the door in attempts to shield young Johnny from their parents bickering.
Romano just stood there. She couldn't, she never would, she was gone. God that son of a bitch is gunna pay.he thought to himself. She was cleaned up and the morgue would be there soon but just how the room lay silent it seems like she could just wake up with her alarm clock like she had every day. But she wouldn't. as the somber thoughts began to build in his heada knock came on the door. He brought the slim sheet up to her brow and turned to see Lizzie standing in the door way.
"God Robert, I am sorry!" she blurted out as tears welled in her eyes.
"yeah, it's a shame. How's Carter?" he asked desperate for this to be just another patient, not a person who had known him and worked with him.
"Well." she began hesitantly.