Summary: Ray, Abby and Carter get too attached to a patient! What will happen when they found she is a relation to one of their own?

Disclaimer: I don't own ER! Nope, none of it! However, I do own Sarah, and both detectives; so you can't have them!

Author's Note: I case you are wondering about Thought's review, she is talking about my character, which I forgot about until we were talking yesterday. Sarah is "my" Andromeda character's name (Dr. Sarah Hunt, Dylan's deceased wife) that was assigned to me by Thought because she's obsessed more than I am with ER. Thanks for the reviews! I hope you enjoy this chapter; it has more to do with feelings then action. And to all you questioning who she is related to all will be revealed… eventually!

Breath of Life

John sat in the observation gallery with Ray. There was something about this girl that made him want to be there. Perhaps it was that she was alone. Perhaps it was that no one knew who she was or where she was from. Whatever the factors, they pulled John's heartstrings. Here was a girl that didn't have any parents here and he had just lost his only son. It was like fate had pulled him to her. He looked to left, and glanced at Ray. He couldn't help but notice the similarities between Ray and Sarah, but it must have been a fluke. Suddenly Abby's voice rang through the little room.

"She's okay guy's. She's going to be fine! There is some abdominal trauma and they'll need to take her appendix and spleen, but she's going to make it," reassuring the two men, who had forgotten that Abby had went it to sit with her.

Ray suddenly turned to John. "I've go to go for a second. Those detectives should be here by now so, I'll go let them know what's happening," he whispered as he walked out of the observation gallery, then turned to Carter again. "Can you page me when she's out of surgery?" John nodded. Ray began to walk again. He walked down the hall and towards the elevator. He couldn't help but feel responsible for her. He pressed the 1 as the elevator doors shut... The ride down seemed to take forever. Ray thought about how she was only 14, but seemed to have seen so much more then he had. He wondered where she was from, who she was. As the doors opened, he'd asked a million questions in his head. A man and a woman walked up to him.

"Are you Dr. Barnett?" the women asked.

"Yes I am," he replied.

"We're Detectives Morrow and Ryder," the man said pointing to his partner, then himself. "Did you call about a possible missing person?"

"Yes I did," Ray answered.

"May we see the girl?" Detective Morrow asked.

"That may be a little hard at the moment. About 45 minutes ago she started crashing, and she is currently in the OR. They'll page me when she is out though."

"Well then, could you answer a few questions for us?" questioned Detective Ryder.

"Sure, I'm on coffee break right now. Would you like to go to a quieter place, like one of the family rooms?" Ray answered nervously. He'd never been fond of cops. Ray led them down the hall to the family room, a quiet alternative to the noisy hall. Ray sat down, as did Detective Morrow. Detective Ryder remained standing, leaning against the wall.

"Did she mention a name? Hers or anyone else's?" Detective Morrow started the enquiry.

"She said her name was Sarah."

"Did she give a last name?" Detective Ryder countered.

"No, she didn't."

"Can you describe her? Physically, emotionally, mentally?" Detective Morrow continued.

"Physically, she has reddish blond hair, about 5'2", greenish brown eyes, pale skin, designer clothing. Emotionally, she seemed kind of scared, a little withdrawn. Mentally, I don't think there is any cause for concern."

"Do you know how old she is?" Detective Ryder responded.

"My guess, and the guess of the ambulance attendant, is about 14."

"What was her physical condition when she was brought in?" Detective Morrow enquired.

"She had a dislocated shoulder, broken wrist, broken leg, elevated white blood count, abdominal trauma, traces of narcotics in her blood, a concussion, and numerous cuts and bruises."

"Could all these injuries be evidence of abuse?"

"Possibly. Personally, I believe it is."

"Thank you for your time. We'll be in touch within the next couple of hours." Ray and Detective Morrow stood up, and all three left the room. The detectives left the hospital and Ray turned towards the administration desk. Suddenly his pager went off in his pocket. He went to the nearest phone and dialled the extension. The voice on the other end was John's.

"She's out of the OR!" Was all he said.

Author's Note: Hey I hope you like this chapter. By the way, for the record, physically Sarah is not me (she is the me I wish I am), but personality wise she is me, except my name isn't Sarah. You know the drill, click the button.