Disclaimer: Don't own the staff of County General, those belong to WB and
NBC. Don't sue. But don't use my plot or Selma without asking.
A/N I don't pretend to speak Croatian, or even fluent Hungarian for that matter. What little bits I have here and there are as far as I know accurate, but if you notice a correction, please tell me. I know that.
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The radio beeped on, announcing the incoming trauma, reading the Cook County General staff. The ER staff mobilized quickly, waiting for the incoming plane crash. The ambulance pulled in and they had the gurney on it's way to the elegantly decorated puke-green trauma room. The paramedics spouted off the stats of the girl on the gurney, and left as quickly as they could, on their way to get to the next problem, the next person who was hurt.
Luka Kovac and Robert Romano followed into the room, and Luka immediately took charge. "Miss? I'm doctor Kovac, can you tell me your name?"
"Selma Hapsburg." Luka's and Romano's eyes shot up at the last name. "Stop gaping, the longer you wait, the more of a chance that you have of killing off the bloodline." With those words, Luka stepped up the treatment, ordering things quickly. Romano smirked a bit, realizing that his patient was just as sarcastic as he was.
"Miss Hapsburg, what seems to be the problem?" Luka scanned the body over trying, before he started to lift up the white sheet covering her legs.
"Let's see, I just crashed my plane into a tree and had it explode ten feet away from me, if that's not a good description, I don't know what is." The sheet came back and Luka drew his breath in deeply as he saw the wounds. What was left of her legs was a mangled, bloody mess. Her right leg and a huge open fracture, and both legs were badly burned. "Can you two be quick about this? I hate hospitals."
"Well, we'll try our hardest to not have you here any longer than we have to." Luka was trying his hardest to be nice to the young brown haired girl that lay before him.
"Yeah, well stop talking and start working there Smitty." Luka seemed somewhat offended at what she called him, and looked at Robert for escape, or at the very least help. Romano seemed amused at the disgusted glare that was on the younger doctors face. They set to work on her legs, Romano more ordering the other man around, as there was very little the senior surgeon could do with one good arm, other than wrap her unfractured leg in the aluminum foil that they used to cover burns.
Kovac set her leg quickly, and gave her a high dose of morphine to serve the dual purpose of stopping her pain, and putting her into a drug induced haze to shut her up. He was glad to have the silence coming out of the thin mouth before him. She barely looked eighteen, and her long brown hair didn't aid in making her look older. Green eyes framed by the same thin mocha lashes, underneath perfectly arched eyebrows were now closed in a gentle rest.
She was beautiful, both Luka and Robert had noticed that, as would anyone who saw her. She wasn't beautiful in a modern sense, she didn't have that cheerleader look about her, that was so common today, but she had a classic beauty, like that of Ingrid Bergman. Luka had to tear his eyes away from her, when he found her to be dragging away off his attention. Romano had left ten minutes ago, after they had brought her to her own room from the ER. Luka switched off the light in the room before closing the door behind them.
A/N I don't pretend to speak Croatian, or even fluent Hungarian for that matter. What little bits I have here and there are as far as I know accurate, but if you notice a correction, please tell me. I know that.
*****
The radio beeped on, announcing the incoming trauma, reading the Cook County General staff. The ER staff mobilized quickly, waiting for the incoming plane crash. The ambulance pulled in and they had the gurney on it's way to the elegantly decorated puke-green trauma room. The paramedics spouted off the stats of the girl on the gurney, and left as quickly as they could, on their way to get to the next problem, the next person who was hurt.
Luka Kovac and Robert Romano followed into the room, and Luka immediately took charge. "Miss? I'm doctor Kovac, can you tell me your name?"
"Selma Hapsburg." Luka's and Romano's eyes shot up at the last name. "Stop gaping, the longer you wait, the more of a chance that you have of killing off the bloodline." With those words, Luka stepped up the treatment, ordering things quickly. Romano smirked a bit, realizing that his patient was just as sarcastic as he was.
"Miss Hapsburg, what seems to be the problem?" Luka scanned the body over trying, before he started to lift up the white sheet covering her legs.
"Let's see, I just crashed my plane into a tree and had it explode ten feet away from me, if that's not a good description, I don't know what is." The sheet came back and Luka drew his breath in deeply as he saw the wounds. What was left of her legs was a mangled, bloody mess. Her right leg and a huge open fracture, and both legs were badly burned. "Can you two be quick about this? I hate hospitals."
"Well, we'll try our hardest to not have you here any longer than we have to." Luka was trying his hardest to be nice to the young brown haired girl that lay before him.
"Yeah, well stop talking and start working there Smitty." Luka seemed somewhat offended at what she called him, and looked at Robert for escape, or at the very least help. Romano seemed amused at the disgusted glare that was on the younger doctors face. They set to work on her legs, Romano more ordering the other man around, as there was very little the senior surgeon could do with one good arm, other than wrap her unfractured leg in the aluminum foil that they used to cover burns.
Kovac set her leg quickly, and gave her a high dose of morphine to serve the dual purpose of stopping her pain, and putting her into a drug induced haze to shut her up. He was glad to have the silence coming out of the thin mouth before him. She barely looked eighteen, and her long brown hair didn't aid in making her look older. Green eyes framed by the same thin mocha lashes, underneath perfectly arched eyebrows were now closed in a gentle rest.
She was beautiful, both Luka and Robert had noticed that, as would anyone who saw her. She wasn't beautiful in a modern sense, she didn't have that cheerleader look about her, that was so common today, but she had a classic beauty, like that of Ingrid Bergman. Luka had to tear his eyes away from her, when he found her to be dragging away off his attention. Romano had left ten minutes ago, after they had brought her to her own room from the ER. Luka switched off the light in the room before closing the door behind them.
