Chapter three

Life and death

Rated R for violence and Romance

I don't own ER or it's characters.

When Luka awoke he was in a dark damp room with a little window on the ceiling with heavy bars on it. He sat up and pain shot through the side of his head were the gun had hit him. There was a lot of noise coming from the window when he noticed that the floor was dirt. Then he lifted himself up on the bars to see where he was and he saw every bodies feet. He was underground. Something scurried around his feet. It was a rat the size of his hand. Luka watched it scurry away into a hole in the ground. There was a small door made of bars about three feet tall. He looked out of his cell and saw a huge hall way with lots of other doors. The hallway was dimly lit by one torch in the middle of the dirt hall. He wondered if the people in his group were in the other cells. He was about to call their names when he remembered his head. Who knows what they might do next, kill him, starve him, he didn't know so he kept his mouth shut. He decided to sit and think. He didn't try to escape. He knew if they caught him it was a guaranteed painful death. He went to the corner of the cell and sat down. He noticed something setting next to him. It was a picture of a woman. He thought of someone looking at it in the corner of that dank cell.
He wondered if the person had made it out. He grabbed at his chest looking for his name tag. Panic struck him. Where was his I.D. tag? He could not feel it on his chest. He looked in his pocket, a rush of relief went through him. He would be needing it in case something happened to him. He suddenly felt exhausted. He put his head on his hands and fell asleep.

Elizabeth Corday's house 7:15 p.m.

Elizabeth was putting on her lipstick when the doorbell rang. just calm down, she said to herself it's going to be fine.

She straitened out her dress and went down stairs to answer the door. When she opened the door, Romano was standing there, in a nice black suit with a cobalt shirt and a burgundy tie. He handed Elizabeth some flowers. Dark red roses with purple wisteria. They were brilliantly arranged.

Thank you Robert. she said taking the flowers.

My pleasure. May I come in?

Oh! Yes of course, how rude of me. So... where would you like to eat?

I had a place in mind, there's a cab waiting for us outside.

We should get going then, don't want him to leave, hehe. she laughed nervously. Where is this restaurant?

Lizze, don't ask questions, just get in the cab. he said playfully.

Somewhere in the Congo 6:37 a.m.

Luka was awakened by the sounds of metal doors slamming and the screams of his college's. He wondered if he would be next. He looked to the outside of his cell and saw that everyone was being taken to a different part of the underground mud pitt. He knew they were being taken to a toucher chamber. He knew what they would do to him. He had to escape before they beat him to death. If he stayed he new his fate. He started to shake, remembering the terrors of the war in Croatia, the bombs, the guns, the inhumanness, he could not understand how a human being could treat another human with such disrespect, with such hatred. He looked up and heard the faint sound of men and foot steps coming nearer. His heart pounded his pulse raced, he began to breathe heavily. The door opened and a man shot his gun at his feet and yelled in French Get out, now!.
Luka stood up with his hands on his head and ran out with the man. There where three other guards with him, one kicked him in the back of his knee and he fell, the other guard yelled at him to get up, and grabbed the nape of his neck and jerked him forward. They pushed him into a room that was the most horrible thing he had ever seen. There were bodies everywhere, some he could not tell if they were dead or almost dead. The room had the most awful stench he had ever smelled. It smelled like a combination of dead meat and sweat. He wanted to vomit but if he did they would kill him. They pointed towards a chair. Sit down!. He did as they commanded.

Kerry Weavers house 2:43 a.m.
Uh oh,

What is it Sandy? Kerry said sleepily.

I think my water broke.

Oh my god! Kerry jumped out of bed.

I'll get dressed and get the car ready, she said running out of the room.

What about me? Are ya gonna bring me along with you? Sandy said sarcastically.

When Kerry got upstairs she asked Sandy about contractions.
About every three minutes.

OKAY, we need to get you to the hospital now! Let me check how dilated you are... Ten centimeters. Sandy we have to have the baby at county, it's closer.

Fine whatever, Sandy said very relaxed, well lets get me in the car.

County General ER 2:57 a.m.

Carter walked to the intake desk and sat down.

The place is dead tonight.

No patients, no complaints. Lewis said. I like it when nobodies here. It gives me time to relax.

Or go to the handicapped restroom with your divorcee. Abby said joking

Just because were divorced doesn't mean we can't see each other, the phone rings and she picks it up.

County General ER, how may I help you?

Hi Susan, it's me.

Oh hi Kerry! I thought you had the night off?

It's not about a shift, Sandy's in labor, County's the closest place. Can you guys take a labor right now?

Oh yeah it's dead around here.

Good, we'll be there in about five minutes.

Okay, see you in a minute.

Who was that? Carter asks

Weaver, Sandy's in labor, she's gonna be here in five minutes.

Okay, I'll get trauma one set up.

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