Title - Every Day Dawns
Author - Katriona
E-mail - JNButler19@aol.com
Rating - PG-13 just in case, but not sure
Summary - Abby and Carter are together, but something major will happen.
Authors note - AU fic. It's the first fanfic I've had the courage to let others read. Please R and R, I need all the help I can get!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything, etc.
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No Sunlight Today
Susan's POV
We watch as he is wheeled in to see her. He looks exhausted, and so he should, he only came out of surgery a few hours ago, but is acting against all medical advice by coming down to be with her. He will be ok, he'll survive, but there's nothing more that can be done for Abby. Every time we tried to move her up to surgery, she would crash again, but every time we managed to get her back. Elizabeth finally operated down here, patched her up, but her injuries were too extensive, and now it's just a waiting game without a future. We kept her on the ventilator while John was in surgery and recovery, knowing that he would want to say goodbye, but now he is out, Elizabeth will take her off, after John says she can.
We all watch as he takes her hand, and begins talking to her, and the pain is apparent on his face, grief and despair, such a contrast from the happiness there had been, almost fifteen hours ago now when they said their vows. The accident happened about twelve hours ago, and surgeons worked through the night to save him, as Elizabeth worked down here to save her. Normally, in an accident like this, three out of four is considered a success, but not now, not when it is Abby that we are losing. Of course, really, it's three out of five, a baby that nobody will ever know will die with her, despite the fact it is healthy and well.
I glance for a second towards exam 2, where the driver of the truck is being treated. Drunk, completely unaware of what he has done, his arm is handcuffed to the bed and, when the drink has worn off and a neurological exam can be done, he will be taken away. The limousine driver has already been discharged, because it was a stretch limo, he escaped with cuts and bruises.
I look at Carter again, and then walk over to admit. It seems disrespectful to watch him say goodbye. Everyone stands around, unsure of what to say, what to feel. Luka looks terrible, exhausted, we all are. We all should have gone home by now, our shifts have finished, but none of us can leave, not until it is over.
It is quiet, hardly anyone to treat, and we stand and watch the seconds tick away. Chuny, Haleh and Yosh are all crying openly, and even Malik has a tear in his eye. These are the people who worked closest with her, who did the same job as her. Despite the fact she socialised with doctors, she was a nurse, one of them, and they hurt as much as any of us. Deb has been crying, her eyes are red and sore, but she has stopped now, and just looks complacent, resigned. Kerry, well it's hard to see what Kerry is feeling, the cold exterior has taken over, but I know inside that she is hurting as much as the rest of us. And me? I don't know. I feel numb. Nothing seems real, everything kind of fuzzy, like I am wrapped in cotton wool, but I am dreading when this wears off, the acceptance of what has happened, the grief, the pain.
None of us feel as bad as John does though, and it seems unfair that this should happen again, just when he is happy, for it to be snatched away again. I look outside, through the ambulance bay doors, and see sunlight flickering in the puddles. It shouldn't be sunny, not today, not now. It should rain, the clouds should gather overhead and grumble, they should mourn among themselves as we do, and cry tears that soak us all. The sun should be banished, and the darkness that rests inside us should be spread like a quilt over the city, and everyone should feel as bad as we do. Looking back down the hall that is soaked in the sunlight that floods in through the windows, I repeat myself out loud.
'There shouldn't be sunlight. Not today.'
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- Thanks for all your comments, they really mean a lot to me. Please continue to R&R or I might not carry on posting the next chapters. Thanks again.
Author - Katriona
E-mail - JNButler19@aol.com
Rating - PG-13 just in case, but not sure
Summary - Abby and Carter are together, but something major will happen.
Authors note - AU fic. It's the first fanfic I've had the courage to let others read. Please R and R, I need all the help I can get!
Disclaimer - I don't own anything, etc.
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No Sunlight Today
Susan's POV
We watch as he is wheeled in to see her. He looks exhausted, and so he should, he only came out of surgery a few hours ago, but is acting against all medical advice by coming down to be with her. He will be ok, he'll survive, but there's nothing more that can be done for Abby. Every time we tried to move her up to surgery, she would crash again, but every time we managed to get her back. Elizabeth finally operated down here, patched her up, but her injuries were too extensive, and now it's just a waiting game without a future. We kept her on the ventilator while John was in surgery and recovery, knowing that he would want to say goodbye, but now he is out, Elizabeth will take her off, after John says she can.
We all watch as he takes her hand, and begins talking to her, and the pain is apparent on his face, grief and despair, such a contrast from the happiness there had been, almost fifteen hours ago now when they said their vows. The accident happened about twelve hours ago, and surgeons worked through the night to save him, as Elizabeth worked down here to save her. Normally, in an accident like this, three out of four is considered a success, but not now, not when it is Abby that we are losing. Of course, really, it's three out of five, a baby that nobody will ever know will die with her, despite the fact it is healthy and well.
I glance for a second towards exam 2, where the driver of the truck is being treated. Drunk, completely unaware of what he has done, his arm is handcuffed to the bed and, when the drink has worn off and a neurological exam can be done, he will be taken away. The limousine driver has already been discharged, because it was a stretch limo, he escaped with cuts and bruises.
I look at Carter again, and then walk over to admit. It seems disrespectful to watch him say goodbye. Everyone stands around, unsure of what to say, what to feel. Luka looks terrible, exhausted, we all are. We all should have gone home by now, our shifts have finished, but none of us can leave, not until it is over.
It is quiet, hardly anyone to treat, and we stand and watch the seconds tick away. Chuny, Haleh and Yosh are all crying openly, and even Malik has a tear in his eye. These are the people who worked closest with her, who did the same job as her. Despite the fact she socialised with doctors, she was a nurse, one of them, and they hurt as much as any of us. Deb has been crying, her eyes are red and sore, but she has stopped now, and just looks complacent, resigned. Kerry, well it's hard to see what Kerry is feeling, the cold exterior has taken over, but I know inside that she is hurting as much as the rest of us. And me? I don't know. I feel numb. Nothing seems real, everything kind of fuzzy, like I am wrapped in cotton wool, but I am dreading when this wears off, the acceptance of what has happened, the grief, the pain.
None of us feel as bad as John does though, and it seems unfair that this should happen again, just when he is happy, for it to be snatched away again. I look outside, through the ambulance bay doors, and see sunlight flickering in the puddles. It shouldn't be sunny, not today, not now. It should rain, the clouds should gather overhead and grumble, they should mourn among themselves as we do, and cry tears that soak us all. The sun should be banished, and the darkness that rests inside us should be spread like a quilt over the city, and everyone should feel as bad as we do. Looking back down the hall that is soaked in the sunlight that floods in through the windows, I repeat myself out loud.
'There shouldn't be sunlight. Not today.'
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- Thanks for all your comments, they really mean a lot to me. Please continue to R&R or I might not carry on posting the next chapters. Thanks again.
