A.N. I have no experience with medicine. All this is coming from watching
years of ER. So if I get something wrong... again, don't sue me. And again,
I don't own anyone from ER. Please R&R. Love my readers.
Carter glanced through the endless crowds of people. Was it possible just to find the one person in all these crowds? He thought it was impossible. Then, he got himself proved wrong.
"Kem! Kem, over here!" He shouted, grinning and waving to his girlfriend.
"Hey, John," She greeted, grinning back at him, and wrapping herself in a quick hug.
"How do you feel?" John asked, fighting through the crowds to get Kem and him both back into the parking lot into his Jeep safely.
"Like crap," She answered. "But that's okay. I'm having a baby. My baby. Our baby. I mean, it's a great thing."
"The feeling is great."
Carter nodded to Kem and helped her get in the Jeep.
Carter knew about every single body pains Kem was going through now. Being a doctor for so many years, you catch on. Any answer is simple and just common sense, whether you're a doctor or not. As you get heavy; backaches. In the first couple months of pregnancy: morning sickness. The list goes on and on.
He had to work a shift late that night, at 9:00. He was going to spend all day and some of the night. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. They hadn't discussed when, or if Kem was going back to Africa. But John assumed that she was going back some time or another.
"When are you due?" John asked Kem as they were fighting to get out of the parking lot.
"Two weeks. I told you that before," Kem chuckled.
"I'm sorry, there are so many due dates in the ER that I get them mixed up," He apologized to Kem.
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"Abby, we need you. ER trauma coming in," Dr. Carrie Weaver shouted to her in the lounge.
"I'm not on for another ten," Abby said back.
"You are now. Come on."
Abby sighed and dumped her fresh coffee down the sink. Apparently, it was impossible to enjoy a half decent drink around here, she thought unhappily to herself.
"What do we have?" She took control of the gurney and helped push as she took a history and did everything needed.
"It hurts!" The little girl cried.
"History?" Abby asked.
"9 year old, car crash between a semi-truck, family is behind us."
"I know it hurts, sweetie. I'm Abby. I'm going to take care of you and you'll feel better soon, I promise."
"Okay," She answered, as she looked like she was trying to crack a smile at Abby and all the strangers around her. "I'm Ella."
"Ella. That's a pretty name. You know, one of the doctors' daughter's name is Ella," Abby said to the girl, smiling. They got to the room. Abby ordered nurses to do things.
Suddenly, the girl wasn't talking to Abby anymore.
She wasn't screaming.
Her eyes were shut.
"Ella? Ella?!" Abby screamed. "Argh. Pulse?"
"5."
"Argh. Bag her."
The nurse lay out the kit. Abby struggled to see the cords, but finally did. "I'm in."
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"When do you think I'll have the baby?" Kem asked John, as they were sitting together, arms wrapped around one another, on Carter's new sofa. "I mean, if it's not on my due date."
"Soon," He answered.
"I hope."
"I'm gonna pour us some more coffee," Carter announced and got up from the sofa, going into the kitchen.
As he was pouring some into the two mugs, his pager went off. He sighed and glanced at it, thinking he knew what it was. Sure enough, he did. It was the ER. He picked up the cord phone and started dialing.
"Hey, Jerry, it's Carter. What happened?"
"We need you. Chen has to get off early and we're swamped," Jerry explained.
Carter sighed. He had to do this. But, he didn't want to leave Kem! "I'll be there in a half an hour." He slammed down the phone, carrying the two coffee cups to Kem.
"Missed you," She said.
"I missed you, too. Kem . . ." He started. "I got paged for the ER. They need me. One of the main doctors's had an emergency and they're swamped. I'm so sorry. I'll be able to get off early tomorrow; we can spend the day together then."
Kem looked hurt for a second. She then turned to him and started nodding. "Okay."
"I'm sorry," Carter apologized.
"Oh, it's . . . okay. Go."
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"Abby! We need an ultrasound in 8."
What she hated most. Ultrasounds.
Well, not always. She had actually been quite fond of them before Kem got pregnant and Abby had to do ultrasounds on her. An ultrasound can change your whole life . . .
"Abby!"
"I'm coming!" Then she saw Carter in the corner of her eye. "Carter? I thought you weren't on until tonight."
"I'm not. I got paged to come in. Did Chen leave already?"
"Err, no. She's in curtain 5."
"Then why did I need to come in?!"
"She's sick," Abby answered, grabbing a chart, studying it, and putting it back.
"Oh." There was a short pause. "I wish someone would have told me that before I made an idiot out of myself."
"Haha, don't worry about it. I gotta go. See ya later."
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Kem studied the walls of the mansion. She had only been in here once and that was with John telling her where everything was. She was completely lost. She needed to find the bathroom and she needed to find it now. She squeezed her two legs together. Finally, she found a door. If she could fit through the small doorway, she'd be okay.
And she did.
She studied the floor and walls, like she had done in the hallways. Green and white tile . . .
She walked back into the family/living room, where her and John had been laying on the sofa just an hour ago. She sat down. As soon as she did, a rush of pain went through her whole body.
"Stupid morning sickness, it's 4:00 in the afternoon, for the love of--- "Then she remembered it was earlier in Africa. She sighed and made her way to the bathroom again. She had to go slow. She hated walking so slow. Then, when she was in the middle of the hallway, the pain came back. Except stronger. She screamed.
Was she going into labor?
No . . . She couldn't be. Her due date wasn't for another two weeks. Plus, her water didn't even break!
Wait.
Or did it?
She cussed under her breath. She felt her knees buckle and her legs give out. She tried to steady herself by leaning against the wall. It was no use. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker. She fell to the floor, screaming. Everything went black.
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"Yeah. Dad. Yeah. I'll be right there. Don't worry. I'll be there." John slammed down the phone and sighed.
"Carter, there's an emergency coming in, we'll need--- what is it?" She asked when she saw his face.
"My mom was in a car crash. My dad just told me."
"I'm sorry. I thought your parents were divorced."
"They are, but they still keep in contact. Can you get someone to cover for me? I have to go."
"Sure."
"Thanks."
He grabbed his coat in the lounge quickly and headed for the exit.
"John!" Abby called. "I'm really sorry about your mom. I hope she's okay. And congratulations about Kem."
Why is she just telling me this now? Carter thought to himself silently. He nodded back to Abby and hurried out into the busy parking lot.
Carter glanced through the endless crowds of people. Was it possible just to find the one person in all these crowds? He thought it was impossible. Then, he got himself proved wrong.
"Kem! Kem, over here!" He shouted, grinning and waving to his girlfriend.
"Hey, John," She greeted, grinning back at him, and wrapping herself in a quick hug.
"How do you feel?" John asked, fighting through the crowds to get Kem and him both back into the parking lot into his Jeep safely.
"Like crap," She answered. "But that's okay. I'm having a baby. My baby. Our baby. I mean, it's a great thing."
"The feeling is great."
Carter nodded to Kem and helped her get in the Jeep.
Carter knew about every single body pains Kem was going through now. Being a doctor for so many years, you catch on. Any answer is simple and just common sense, whether you're a doctor or not. As you get heavy; backaches. In the first couple months of pregnancy: morning sickness. The list goes on and on.
He had to work a shift late that night, at 9:00. He was going to spend all day and some of the night. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. They hadn't discussed when, or if Kem was going back to Africa. But John assumed that she was going back some time or another.
"When are you due?" John asked Kem as they were fighting to get out of the parking lot.
"Two weeks. I told you that before," Kem chuckled.
"I'm sorry, there are so many due dates in the ER that I get them mixed up," He apologized to Kem.
----------.----------
"Abby, we need you. ER trauma coming in," Dr. Carrie Weaver shouted to her in the lounge.
"I'm not on for another ten," Abby said back.
"You are now. Come on."
Abby sighed and dumped her fresh coffee down the sink. Apparently, it was impossible to enjoy a half decent drink around here, she thought unhappily to herself.
"What do we have?" She took control of the gurney and helped push as she took a history and did everything needed.
"It hurts!" The little girl cried.
"History?" Abby asked.
"9 year old, car crash between a semi-truck, family is behind us."
"I know it hurts, sweetie. I'm Abby. I'm going to take care of you and you'll feel better soon, I promise."
"Okay," She answered, as she looked like she was trying to crack a smile at Abby and all the strangers around her. "I'm Ella."
"Ella. That's a pretty name. You know, one of the doctors' daughter's name is Ella," Abby said to the girl, smiling. They got to the room. Abby ordered nurses to do things.
Suddenly, the girl wasn't talking to Abby anymore.
She wasn't screaming.
Her eyes were shut.
"Ella? Ella?!" Abby screamed. "Argh. Pulse?"
"5."
"Argh. Bag her."
The nurse lay out the kit. Abby struggled to see the cords, but finally did. "I'm in."
----------.----------
"When do you think I'll have the baby?" Kem asked John, as they were sitting together, arms wrapped around one another, on Carter's new sofa. "I mean, if it's not on my due date."
"Soon," He answered.
"I hope."
"I'm gonna pour us some more coffee," Carter announced and got up from the sofa, going into the kitchen.
As he was pouring some into the two mugs, his pager went off. He sighed and glanced at it, thinking he knew what it was. Sure enough, he did. It was the ER. He picked up the cord phone and started dialing.
"Hey, Jerry, it's Carter. What happened?"
"We need you. Chen has to get off early and we're swamped," Jerry explained.
Carter sighed. He had to do this. But, he didn't want to leave Kem! "I'll be there in a half an hour." He slammed down the phone, carrying the two coffee cups to Kem.
"Missed you," She said.
"I missed you, too. Kem . . ." He started. "I got paged for the ER. They need me. One of the main doctors's had an emergency and they're swamped. I'm so sorry. I'll be able to get off early tomorrow; we can spend the day together then."
Kem looked hurt for a second. She then turned to him and started nodding. "Okay."
"I'm sorry," Carter apologized.
"Oh, it's . . . okay. Go."
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"Abby! We need an ultrasound in 8."
What she hated most. Ultrasounds.
Well, not always. She had actually been quite fond of them before Kem got pregnant and Abby had to do ultrasounds on her. An ultrasound can change your whole life . . .
"Abby!"
"I'm coming!" Then she saw Carter in the corner of her eye. "Carter? I thought you weren't on until tonight."
"I'm not. I got paged to come in. Did Chen leave already?"
"Err, no. She's in curtain 5."
"Then why did I need to come in?!"
"She's sick," Abby answered, grabbing a chart, studying it, and putting it back.
"Oh." There was a short pause. "I wish someone would have told me that before I made an idiot out of myself."
"Haha, don't worry about it. I gotta go. See ya later."
----------.----------
Kem studied the walls of the mansion. She had only been in here once and that was with John telling her where everything was. She was completely lost. She needed to find the bathroom and she needed to find it now. She squeezed her two legs together. Finally, she found a door. If she could fit through the small doorway, she'd be okay.
And she did.
She studied the floor and walls, like she had done in the hallways. Green and white tile . . .
She walked back into the family/living room, where her and John had been laying on the sofa just an hour ago. She sat down. As soon as she did, a rush of pain went through her whole body.
"Stupid morning sickness, it's 4:00 in the afternoon, for the love of--- "Then she remembered it was earlier in Africa. She sighed and made her way to the bathroom again. She had to go slow. She hated walking so slow. Then, when she was in the middle of the hallway, the pain came back. Except stronger. She screamed.
Was she going into labor?
No . . . She couldn't be. Her due date wasn't for another two weeks. Plus, her water didn't even break!
Wait.
Or did it?
She cussed under her breath. She felt her knees buckle and her legs give out. She tried to steady herself by leaning against the wall. It was no use. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker. She fell to the floor, screaming. Everything went black.
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"Yeah. Dad. Yeah. I'll be right there. Don't worry. I'll be there." John slammed down the phone and sighed.
"Carter, there's an emergency coming in, we'll need--- what is it?" She asked when she saw his face.
"My mom was in a car crash. My dad just told me."
"I'm sorry. I thought your parents were divorced."
"They are, but they still keep in contact. Can you get someone to cover for me? I have to go."
"Sure."
"Thanks."
He grabbed his coat in the lounge quickly and headed for the exit.
"John!" Abby called. "I'm really sorry about your mom. I hope she's okay. And congratulations about Kem."
Why is she just telling me this now? Carter thought to himself silently. He nodded back to Abby and hurried out into the busy parking lot.