*Flashback:
He had me pressed up against the wall. I could hardly breath, but I considered that to be the least of my problems. My hands he held above my head so high that I had to step on tiptoes to keep from having them stretched to far.
I tried to look away, but he positioned the gun so that I had to look straight at him. Have you ever looked into the face of a killer? He had no remorse, no regret. That look would have been forever engraved in my mind, had the day ended there.
He put his face to mine and kissed me forcefully. I tried to back away, but I found my head firmly pressed against the wall. Tears finally fell, ones that were too afraid to come before, they finally fell.
I understood what it meant, or at least I thought I did until he quickly backed off, letting go of my hands, which I just allowed to drop. "Don't move," he instructed, almost quietly, almost.
He moved towards the man on the gurney. I just stood there, back against the wall, using it for support. I watched him.
The room was filled with silence for several minutes, before he looked in my direction again and said, "You want to know why, don't you?"
I shake my head the minute the words leave his tongue. Apparently that was the wrong answer.
(Abby)
*Present:
They enter the airport, Abby holding Cara's hand while pulling a suitcase on wheels. They were both dressed in pants, and Abby held a duffle bag that contained sweatshirts, however it was warm outside. Orlando in the winter still tended to be warm.
On Cara's back is a small backpack that had CAR'S TOYS etched on it with glittery thread. Uncle Eric had gotten that for her after Sunset Barbie was left at his house and he had gotten a tearful cry from his favorite niece. This way the toys stayed together. At least as together as a four year old allowed.
As Abby came to stand in line she continued convincing herself that she could get on the plane. She would get on the plane.
"I have two tickets reserved," Abby said as she reached the counter.
"What's the name?" the women behind the desk asked.
"Abby Wyczenski."
*Flashback:
"It's my fault," I say quietly, silently hoping that Carter doesn't hear me.
However I realize he does when he says, "what?"
I don't know whether to answer. I know he won't understand.
I sent Jing-Mei to the room.
I sent the man to the room.
I didn't ask for ID, I didn't question him at all. It's my fault.
"Susan," Carter says breaking me from my thoughts.
*Present:
"Dr. Lewis, you have a phone call," Taylor informed Susan.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Kevin,"
"I'll take it in the lounge," Susan said, beginning to walk towards it.
"Line 2," Taylor called after her.
"Hi honey," Susan began as she picked up the phone to talk to her husband.
"Hi," he said, his voice sounding a little nervous.
"What's wrong?" Susan couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Lacie's sick."
*Flashback:
(Back in the police questioning room)
"Can you tell us what happened?" Officer Michaels asked Luka.
"He told us to stop," I barely hear Luka answer.
"What do you mean, stop?" the officer asked.
Luka looked up from the table and directly at me when he said, "he wanted us to let the patient die." He then looked back down at the table and mumbled, "I looked at Abby for one second."
I didn't know if I should say something. I didn't know what to say.
Luka solved my problem by continuing, "I should have just stopped. He had a gun, it's my fault that he killed her."
(Weaver)
*Present:
"Dr. Weaver?" a voice calls out while knocking on the office door.
"Come in," Kerry calls back.
When the door opens it reveals a middle-aged man holding a stack of files. "These need reviewing," he tells her.
"All right, Dr. Morgan I will get to them" she replies.
"Have you narrowed down the candidate list?" Dr. Morgan asked.
"Yes I have."
*Flashback:
I walk towards trauma two with a need to know what is going on, but I'm stopped because of the waiting room of people. We closed trauma, but other people still needed to be helped.
I took a chart from the admit desk, Christopher Jenkins. I still remember his name clearly today. Fifteen year old with stomach pain. I had him in a room and tests ordered in record time, I did it right, he got good care, but I admit maybe he deserved better.
I again found myself gravitated towards trauma two, which was guarded by a lot of police. The whole hallway had been evacuated; it was quite startling.
That's when I saw them. Carter and Susan stood as close to the room as the police allowed. Both of their eyes fixed on the door.
As heartbreaking as the situation was for me, I didn't fully realize what was happening until I saw them. Their friend, and long time colleague was dead. Their best friend, Carter's girlfriend was still in there.
I didn't approach; I had no right to approach. I went on with my job.
(Gallant)
*Present:
"Have you seen Carter?" Susan asks Gallant as she walks out of the lounge.
"I think he's in exam 3," he replies.
She promptly turns to walk to exam 3 without further conversation.
Gallant picks up a chart from the desk and seeing his med student, Dylan Rogers, he walks towards him handing it to him as they go to their jobs.
*Flashback:
I shake my head the minute the words leave his tongue. Apparently that was the wrong answer because he approaches me again and slaps my face hard.
"Don't lie to me girl," he says sinisterly. Then he asks again, "do you want to know why?"
"Yes," I somehow whisper shakily.
"He's my brother," he says, "you see we were best friends." He looks down at the man's face, but I don't allow my eyes to follow. "He killed my son. Damn drunk driver. He just walked away without a scratch, but my boy died. I had to make sure he did too."
I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there staring at the floor.
(Abby)
He had me pressed up against the wall. I could hardly breath, but I considered that to be the least of my problems. My hands he held above my head so high that I had to step on tiptoes to keep from having them stretched to far.
I tried to look away, but he positioned the gun so that I had to look straight at him. Have you ever looked into the face of a killer? He had no remorse, no regret. That look would have been forever engraved in my mind, had the day ended there.
He put his face to mine and kissed me forcefully. I tried to back away, but I found my head firmly pressed against the wall. Tears finally fell, ones that were too afraid to come before, they finally fell.
I understood what it meant, or at least I thought I did until he quickly backed off, letting go of my hands, which I just allowed to drop. "Don't move," he instructed, almost quietly, almost.
He moved towards the man on the gurney. I just stood there, back against the wall, using it for support. I watched him.
The room was filled with silence for several minutes, before he looked in my direction again and said, "You want to know why, don't you?"
I shake my head the minute the words leave his tongue. Apparently that was the wrong answer.
(Abby)
*Present:
They enter the airport, Abby holding Cara's hand while pulling a suitcase on wheels. They were both dressed in pants, and Abby held a duffle bag that contained sweatshirts, however it was warm outside. Orlando in the winter still tended to be warm.
On Cara's back is a small backpack that had CAR'S TOYS etched on it with glittery thread. Uncle Eric had gotten that for her after Sunset Barbie was left at his house and he had gotten a tearful cry from his favorite niece. This way the toys stayed together. At least as together as a four year old allowed.
As Abby came to stand in line she continued convincing herself that she could get on the plane. She would get on the plane.
"I have two tickets reserved," Abby said as she reached the counter.
"What's the name?" the women behind the desk asked.
"Abby Wyczenski."
*Flashback:
"It's my fault," I say quietly, silently hoping that Carter doesn't hear me.
However I realize he does when he says, "what?"
I don't know whether to answer. I know he won't understand.
I sent Jing-Mei to the room.
I sent the man to the room.
I didn't ask for ID, I didn't question him at all. It's my fault.
"Susan," Carter says breaking me from my thoughts.
*Present:
"Dr. Lewis, you have a phone call," Taylor informed Susan.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Kevin,"
"I'll take it in the lounge," Susan said, beginning to walk towards it.
"Line 2," Taylor called after her.
"Hi honey," Susan began as she picked up the phone to talk to her husband.
"Hi," he said, his voice sounding a little nervous.
"What's wrong?" Susan couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Lacie's sick."
*Flashback:
(Back in the police questioning room)
"Can you tell us what happened?" Officer Michaels asked Luka.
"He told us to stop," I barely hear Luka answer.
"What do you mean, stop?" the officer asked.
Luka looked up from the table and directly at me when he said, "he wanted us to let the patient die." He then looked back down at the table and mumbled, "I looked at Abby for one second."
I didn't know if I should say something. I didn't know what to say.
Luka solved my problem by continuing, "I should have just stopped. He had a gun, it's my fault that he killed her."
(Weaver)
*Present:
"Dr. Weaver?" a voice calls out while knocking on the office door.
"Come in," Kerry calls back.
When the door opens it reveals a middle-aged man holding a stack of files. "These need reviewing," he tells her.
"All right, Dr. Morgan I will get to them" she replies.
"Have you narrowed down the candidate list?" Dr. Morgan asked.
"Yes I have."
*Flashback:
I walk towards trauma two with a need to know what is going on, but I'm stopped because of the waiting room of people. We closed trauma, but other people still needed to be helped.
I took a chart from the admit desk, Christopher Jenkins. I still remember his name clearly today. Fifteen year old with stomach pain. I had him in a room and tests ordered in record time, I did it right, he got good care, but I admit maybe he deserved better.
I again found myself gravitated towards trauma two, which was guarded by a lot of police. The whole hallway had been evacuated; it was quite startling.
That's when I saw them. Carter and Susan stood as close to the room as the police allowed. Both of their eyes fixed on the door.
As heartbreaking as the situation was for me, I didn't fully realize what was happening until I saw them. Their friend, and long time colleague was dead. Their best friend, Carter's girlfriend was still in there.
I didn't approach; I had no right to approach. I went on with my job.
(Gallant)
*Present:
"Have you seen Carter?" Susan asks Gallant as she walks out of the lounge.
"I think he's in exam 3," he replies.
She promptly turns to walk to exam 3 without further conversation.
Gallant picks up a chart from the desk and seeing his med student, Dylan Rogers, he walks towards him handing it to him as they go to their jobs.
*Flashback:
I shake my head the minute the words leave his tongue. Apparently that was the wrong answer because he approaches me again and slaps my face hard.
"Don't lie to me girl," he says sinisterly. Then he asks again, "do you want to know why?"
"Yes," I somehow whisper shakily.
"He's my brother," he says, "you see we were best friends." He looks down at the man's face, but I don't allow my eyes to follow. "He killed my son. Damn drunk driver. He just walked away without a scratch, but my boy died. I had to make sure he did too."
I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there staring at the floor.
(Abby)