10:30 p.m.
Elizabeth walked out of the trauma room. She had been watching her colleagues work on Susan for an ongoing 20 minutes. Why did this always happen to her? Everyone she had ever loved had something bad happen to them. Mark had died. Her mother had found a new boyfriend, but he died. Rachel took drugs and had sex way to young. Romano had died. Oh, God! Did she just admit to herself that she loved Romano? A tear trickled down her cheek. She drove her teeth deep into her lip. Would Susan be okay?
10:35 p.m.
Jing-Mei took off her bloody latex gloves, and wiped her teary eyes with the back of her hand. She had gotten so emotional she couldn't work on Susan anymore. She saw Elizabeth sitting on an empty cot. She walked over and sat next to her. "Hey" she said.
"Hey" Elizabeth replied back, not sounding English at all.
"So, it was pretty bad what happened…." Said Jing-Mei, before Elizabeth furiously interrupted her.
"Of course it was BAD, Deb! Why wouldn't it be?!"
"Don't call me Deb."
"Alright, Jing-Mei" Elizabeth hissed, grabbing her colleagues forearms and shook her, "why are we here? Why do we have to work with these traumas? Somebody we know always dies! Kerry worked on Sandy, who died, Dr. Benton worked on Jesse, who died, and we are working on Susan, who MIGHT die!" Elizabeth stood up, running her hands through her hair.
"I just don't understand!" she cried, and buried her face in her hands. Jing-Mei walked up to her, and put her arm around her shoulders. Elizabeth began hiccupping with sobs, and looked up at her with a miserable face. Jing-Mei pulled her into a hug, and Elizabeth cried on her shoulder.
Chen cried too, only a bit, as she held her broken friend in the midst of a tragedy, that would only get worse.
