Chapter 4 ~ Reaction
*Back at the hospital*
Abby's POV
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"Where are Carter and Corday?!" Kerry was barking out.
She was not having a good day, which was like hell for us in the ER.
"Uh, Carter went to get something to eat before his shift, and I have absolutely no idea where Corday is."
"Well Carter's ten minutes late for his shift and we are in desperate need for doctors!"
"I'm sure he'll be here - "
Before I could finish my sentence, Jerry yelled over to Kerry.
"Dr. Weaver, I think you should take a look at this. . . "
He turned up the TV volume and everyone stopped to look at it.
"There has been a robbery at Doc Magoo's Restaurant across from Cook County General Hospital. There appears to be about five people in the restaurant being held hostage by three armed men. One of them was recently brought outside by one of the robbers for protection. Here is that footage now. . ."
They showed the footage of the robber taking Dr. Romano outside with him.
"Oh - Oh my God!" Kerry had said, still staring at the TV.
And right then, it dawned on me that John could be in there.
"The robbers have gotten the names of the hostages. They are: Dr. Robert Romano Victoria Corrinor Bobby Corrinor Dr. Elizabeth Corday And Dr. John Carter."
I heard gasps and whispers throughout the room at the shock of what was just said.
"Dr. Weaver! How could this - What if. . . "
"Abby, calm down, there's nothing we can do for them now."
"No! There has to be! You're saying that we're going to just sit here when Dr. Roman, Elizabeth, and John could die at any minute?!"
"Abby, let's not get carried away. . . "
"But it's true! They have guns right? They could shoot him! I mean them! They could shoot them!"
"We can't do anything Abby!"
I was freaking out. I had just seen Carter that morning! It was all m y fault; we had gotten in a fight earlier that day and he left the house mad at me. If only I had said something to him, maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have gone off to Doc's. I think the only reason he went there was to get away from the house; to get away from me and my endless bickering. God, I take him for granted. Why? He cares so much for me, he is always there for me, he loves me. . . One thing was for sure now though: I wasn't ever going to take him for granted again.
*Back at the hospital*
Abby's POV
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Where are Carter and Corday?!" Kerry was barking out.
She was not having a good day, which was like hell for us in the ER.
"Uh, Carter went to get something to eat before his shift, and I have absolutely no idea where Corday is."
"Well Carter's ten minutes late for his shift and we are in desperate need for doctors!"
"I'm sure he'll be here - "
Before I could finish my sentence, Jerry yelled over to Kerry.
"Dr. Weaver, I think you should take a look at this. . . "
He turned up the TV volume and everyone stopped to look at it.
"There has been a robbery at Doc Magoo's Restaurant across from Cook County General Hospital. There appears to be about five people in the restaurant being held hostage by three armed men. One of them was recently brought outside by one of the robbers for protection. Here is that footage now. . ."
They showed the footage of the robber taking Dr. Romano outside with him.
"Oh - Oh my God!" Kerry had said, still staring at the TV.
And right then, it dawned on me that John could be in there.
"The robbers have gotten the names of the hostages. They are: Dr. Robert Romano Victoria Corrinor Bobby Corrinor Dr. Elizabeth Corday And Dr. John Carter."
I heard gasps and whispers throughout the room at the shock of what was just said.
"Dr. Weaver! How could this - What if. . . "
"Abby, calm down, there's nothing we can do for them now."
"No! There has to be! You're saying that we're going to just sit here when Dr. Roman, Elizabeth, and John could die at any minute?!"
"Abby, let's not get carried away. . . "
"But it's true! They have guns right? They could shoot him! I mean them! They could shoot them!"
"We can't do anything Abby!"
I was freaking out. I had just seen Carter that morning! It was all m y fault; we had gotten in a fight earlier that day and he left the house mad at me. If only I had said something to him, maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have gone off to Doc's. I think the only reason he went there was to get away from the house; to get away from me and my endless bickering. God, I take him for granted. Why? He cares so much for me, he is always there for me, he loves me. . . One thing was for sure now though: I wasn't ever going to take him for granted again.