"---- So just take this once a day and you'll be fine in about two weeks,"
Abby explained to a patient.
"Abby, we need you!" Malek yelled. "There's a woman in labor."
Abby sighed and went to the gurney coming in. "Hi, I'm Abby, I'll--- Kem?"
"Hi," Kem managed to say between breaths, her screams full of pain.
"Contractions?"
"Every 2 minutes and 30 seconds," An EMT answered for Abby.
"Call Carter!" Abby shouted to Jerry as they were passed him. She had to shout it back through the hallway, probably disturbing half the patients.
"Kem I'm---"
Kem's eyes suddenly were shut.
"Kem?" Abby shook Kem. "KEM? KEM?! ARGH, take her to the trauma room," Abby directed.
"She's crashing," Sam told Abby.
"Order a blood gas. What's her pulse?"
"0 over 80," Sam answered.
Abby ordered a few more tests and directed the nurses what to do.
"Get an ultra sound--- She's crashing!!!" Abby cussed under her breath. "Get the crash cart, charge to 200. Clear."
"Sinus tact."
"Okay, the ultrasound."
She examined Kem. Something was wrong. "Call surgery!"
"What do you need?" Neela came in, Morris by her side.
"I have the blood gas," Morris said, handing it to Abby.
"I can't take it right now. What's it say?"
"Uh, well, nothing, except that your little patient here has a grand total of 6 pain killers in her system."
"WHAT?" Abby thought of what to do for a second. "Stay here, call me if anything happens. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?!" Neela yelled back. Abby didn't answer.
"Jerry, did Carter call back?"
"No. I paged him and called him on his home phone and his cell, he didn't answer either."
She didn't respond to Jerry and ran back to the trauma room. "Did anything happen?" She asked.
"Nope," Morris answered.
Dr. Coburn and Dr. Corday came right after Abby.
----------.--------- They had taken Kem up to surgery. Still, no one had gotten a hold of Carter yet.
"Hey, Abby how's Kem?" Morris asked her when Abby was studying a few charts at the main desk.
"I don't know how she is."
If she hadn't stopped herself from talking, she would have told Morris she didn't care how Kem was. But, that was the truth. Not because Kem was a bad person, or anything. Abby would probably like her if she got to know her. And if Kem didn't steal the one person she ever really loved her in her whole life.
But, no, that was too much to ask.
She slammed down her charts, all except one. It was her little girl Ella from that morning.
"Hi, sweetie, how do you feel?" Abby asked, walking into her room.
"Good. This is my mommy and daddy," Ella introduced.
"Hi," They both said at the same time, offering their hands for Abby to shake. "Thank you so much for saving our daughter."
"Oh, you're welcome, it's just my job," Abby joked, starting to laugh.
"Abby, Kem's crashing up in surgery," Jerry announced.
"Page Carter again!" Abby yelled, taking off in a run for the elevator. "I'm sorry, it was very nice meeting you. HOLD THE ELEVATOR!!!"
When she was waiting to go up four floors, thoughts raced through her head. Why was she doing this? Kem's life was in Abby's hands.
It was a selfish thought.
But, could things go back to the way they were with Carter and me if I let Kem die? She asked herself silently.
No. I can't think like that. It's my job as a doctor to save and help people in any way possible. Even though she stole Carter from me, does that mean she deserves to die? No. Whatever happens, happens.
Abby put on her breathing mask and entered the operation room. It almost shocked her to see what she saw.
"Abby, we need you!" Malek yelled. "There's a woman in labor."
Abby sighed and went to the gurney coming in. "Hi, I'm Abby, I'll--- Kem?"
"Hi," Kem managed to say between breaths, her screams full of pain.
"Contractions?"
"Every 2 minutes and 30 seconds," An EMT answered for Abby.
"Call Carter!" Abby shouted to Jerry as they were passed him. She had to shout it back through the hallway, probably disturbing half the patients.
"Kem I'm---"
Kem's eyes suddenly were shut.
"Kem?" Abby shook Kem. "KEM? KEM?! ARGH, take her to the trauma room," Abby directed.
"She's crashing," Sam told Abby.
"Order a blood gas. What's her pulse?"
"0 over 80," Sam answered.
Abby ordered a few more tests and directed the nurses what to do.
"Get an ultra sound--- She's crashing!!!" Abby cussed under her breath. "Get the crash cart, charge to 200. Clear."
"Sinus tact."
"Okay, the ultrasound."
She examined Kem. Something was wrong. "Call surgery!"
"What do you need?" Neela came in, Morris by her side.
"I have the blood gas," Morris said, handing it to Abby.
"I can't take it right now. What's it say?"
"Uh, well, nothing, except that your little patient here has a grand total of 6 pain killers in her system."
"WHAT?" Abby thought of what to do for a second. "Stay here, call me if anything happens. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?!" Neela yelled back. Abby didn't answer.
"Jerry, did Carter call back?"
"No. I paged him and called him on his home phone and his cell, he didn't answer either."
She didn't respond to Jerry and ran back to the trauma room. "Did anything happen?" She asked.
"Nope," Morris answered.
Dr. Coburn and Dr. Corday came right after Abby.
----------.--------- They had taken Kem up to surgery. Still, no one had gotten a hold of Carter yet.
"Hey, Abby how's Kem?" Morris asked her when Abby was studying a few charts at the main desk.
"I don't know how she is."
If she hadn't stopped herself from talking, she would have told Morris she didn't care how Kem was. But, that was the truth. Not because Kem was a bad person, or anything. Abby would probably like her if she got to know her. And if Kem didn't steal the one person she ever really loved her in her whole life.
But, no, that was too much to ask.
She slammed down her charts, all except one. It was her little girl Ella from that morning.
"Hi, sweetie, how do you feel?" Abby asked, walking into her room.
"Good. This is my mommy and daddy," Ella introduced.
"Hi," They both said at the same time, offering their hands for Abby to shake. "Thank you so much for saving our daughter."
"Oh, you're welcome, it's just my job," Abby joked, starting to laugh.
"Abby, Kem's crashing up in surgery," Jerry announced.
"Page Carter again!" Abby yelled, taking off in a run for the elevator. "I'm sorry, it was very nice meeting you. HOLD THE ELEVATOR!!!"
When she was waiting to go up four floors, thoughts raced through her head. Why was she doing this? Kem's life was in Abby's hands.
It was a selfish thought.
But, could things go back to the way they were with Carter and me if I let Kem die? She asked herself silently.
No. I can't think like that. It's my job as a doctor to save and help people in any way possible. Even though she stole Carter from me, does that mean she deserves to die? No. Whatever happens, happens.
Abby put on her breathing mask and entered the operation room. It almost shocked her to see what she saw.