Doc carrying Marty rushed through the doors of the ER. Clara followed in somewhat rushed awe of her new futuristic surroundings. The three immediately drew attention.
"We need help!" Doc was screaming, "He's shot. He's a kid. Please."
Three doctors and a nurse came rushing toward them with a gourney.
"Here! Here, put him here." Doc gently laid him down, pale as ever.
One older gray-headed doctor looked at Marty's bare chest. He gave Doc an odd expression. "He's bandaged." Doc frantically searched his mind for a remotely logical explanation.
"We were in the woods…hunting a stray bullet hit him. I don't know whose. I helped him as best I could.
The doctor nodded. Another female doctor with perfectly shining blonde hair shouted to a nurse, "Page Trauma/Vacular he may have arterial damage."
The nurse promptly left. The third tall redheaded doctor removed Marty's bandages to further examine the wound. "OK people let's wheel him up to surgery and page Dr. Matthews now!"
The gray doctor had to practically pry Doc away from the boy's side. "Sir you need to let us do our work." Doc struggled. "He'll be all right? Will he be all right?"
"Sir please, calm down and just wait here." Reluctantly he let them cart Marty away. Doc turned to Clara who ran up and embraced him.
"Come on Emmett let's sit down." He nodded.
Upstairs Dr. Matthews came in to examine his young patient. "Jezz, what happened?" The blonde beauty spoke, "Apparently shot while hunting his friends brought him in earlier."
Dr. Matthews shook his head. "What a mess."
"Emmett sit down you'll drive yourself crazy."
"What's going on in there? It's been three hours, when are they going to tell us something." Doc was very uneasy.
Clara sighed, "as soon as they can I'm sure. I mean would you rather them rush and mess up."
Doc took his place in the icy chair next to his love. He buried his face in his hands and finally let all the anger, all the hurt, fear, pain, and apprehension that had been building up in him since Monday burst. For the first time in a long time Dr. Emmett Brown felt tears sting him. Clara was taken back by this but soothed him for the next hour until the pair drifted off to sleep.
The next thing Doc was aware of was someone shaking him awake. Doc blinked his vision back to normal to see the blonde beauty perfect hair now mangled and matted.
"Dr. Brown?" "Yes," he said getting to his feet. The beauty paused. "He lost a significant amount of blood. It looks like he went into shock sometime ago. It was infected which put him in the coma. He was barely hanging on as it was."
Doc's heart stopped. "Marty?" His voice was weak and wavering.
"I'm so sorry He died about thirty minutes ago."
Authors note: Sorry, sorry, sorry!! Don't hate me. There's been a change of plans and this fic will continue for quite a few more chapters, if you want it to. Please review and trust me I know exactly where this is going and what I'm doing. R&R.
