8:45 p.m.
Neela leaned against the wall. Her head was throbbing. Kerry walked down the hall, and turned towards the young woman. "Are you okay?" Neela nodded.
Carter moved fast through the hall, and grabbed Kerry's shoulder, "have you seen Abby?" she replied, but Neela didn't take the time to hear. She was just so bored. She missed Michael a lot. Suddenly, the doors of the ER burst open, and a patient was wheeled in. Neela quickly moved to the woman's side.
"Samantha Wilson, seventeen years old, victim of rape, beating, and has a stab wound in the stomach!" yelled the paramedic. Neela furrowed her brow. Poor kid…
"HELP!" the girl screamed, wildly out of control. Neela bent over her, trying to calm her down, but Samantha just clawed at her face. Blood streamed from her cheeks. They rushed into Trauma 3.
9:00 p.m.
Samantha was fine. Neela emerged from the room, and walked down the hallway. Kerry looked at her again. "Are you sure your okay?"
"FINE, Kerry." She hissed. Kerry walked beside her.
"Do you want to go get some coffee?" Weaver asked.
Neela looked at her. "Look, Kerry, I know Sandy just died and all..
"That's not what I meant" said Kerry, "never mind."
"Wait, Kerry, I didn't mean-
Kerry just walked off. Neela's stomach twisted in guilt. God! Hadn't she upset enough people today? Well, I mean, coffee, at nine o clock at night? Come on!
9:15 p.m.
Susan raised her arm. A sharp piece of metal was stuck in her elbow. She tried crawling across Chuck, who is struggling to get his seatbelt off. Susan could barely move, the car was crushed in smithereens. The guy who drove the semi was calling 911, apologizing every few seconds.
"SAYING SORRY IS NOT GOING TO GET US OUT OF A CRUSHED CAR!!" she screamed. Chuck finally managed to struggle free, and crawled out of the window. He held his hand out for Susan. She reached through a crushed opening, but all of a sudden a piece of glass crushed her hand, and the hood of the car came collapsing down on her.
"SUSAN!" Chuck cried, as she was proclaimed unconscious. Chuck fell to his knees, wailing sirens heard in the distance.
