Sam stood at the admit desk, staring at a chart. All of a sudden, she heard Kerry yell for help. She rushed to the room where Kerry was shouting from, and burst in. She saw Neela, collapsed on the floor, Kerry cradling her, trying to get her body up. She bent down to help her boss, and they eventually got Neela onto a gurney.
"Oh my god" she said, exasperated, "that's two staff members in two days. Kerry, what happened?"
"She was pregnant, she fell last night, someone punched her today, she's bleeding internally."
Her mouth fell open and she almost tripped over a suture kit, left on the floor of the room. Neela? Pregnant?
She could feel Kerry's eyes on her, glaring, and they quickly rushed out of the room. "ABBY!" Sam yelled. Abby quickly handed the baby to Chuck, and rushed up to what she thought was an incoming Trauma. She managed to keep her ground when she saw Neela lying there.
"Sam, we didn't need her. I'm paging surgery. She needs to go up to the OR."
"What happened?" Abby asked breathlessly.
"She was pregnant, got hit in the stomach, and is bleeding internally." Sam stated.
"Pregnant!" Abby nearly shrieked.
Heads turned.
"Abby, could you PLEASE keep your voice down?" Kerry snapped.
"Kerry, could you PLEASE stop being a bitch?" she shot back.
Sam squeezed her eyes shut, prepared for World War Three. "Abby, just because YOU have a dysfunctional family, YOU have no supportive family, and the THOUSANDS of relationships that have been broken with this staff, does NOT mean anyone has to give a damn!"
Sam's mouth hung open. Abby looked at her. She turned, and stormed away. Sam, felt tears come to her eyes, stifled, a sob, and walked over to curtain one, where Luka was examining a patient.
Kerry stood motionless. "Um, Kerry, can I take her up to the OR now?" Elizabeth asked, Dorset at her side. Kerry nodded, and put her had over her mouth. What had she done?
Sam rushed to Curtain One. "Okay Beth Anne" Luka said to a small girl, sitting on the edge of the gurney, "we're almost done stitching up your finger."
She just stayed and watched him finish the suture. He was rather startled when he turned and found her standing there.
The little girl and her father left Curtain One. The curtains were still drawn all the way around the gurney. "Sam? Are you alright?"
The simple question pushed Sam over the edge.
Tears began to pour from her eyes. She placed a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet her sobs. Luka knew this wasn't just tears. Sam was REALLY crying. The kind of crying you do when everything around you is crumbling, and there's no way to stop it. When everything just turns into a huge mess of sadness. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. He felt her many tears soak through his coat, his sweater, and his thin T-shirt. He rubbed her back and whispered comforting words into her hair.
He asked her what was wrong again. "Nee….La" she hiccupped, "internal…bleeding….miscarriage…" his hands tightened across her back, and began to rock her steadily back and forth.
"Everything will be alright" he whispered, "I hope."
