Heat
A/N: This chapter is going to be clearing up some of the problems and mistakes I'd made in earlier chapters. I say some, because a lot of them are yet to be unravelled, and they are purpose mistakes, and since I am not intending to go back and rewrite the last chapter, you're going to have to ignore the other mistakes. I am also going to be missing out a lot of the rest of the things that happen in the fire, so this chapter has moved on a bit since the last one. I don't know the layout of the hospital, so just pretend the family room is near Trauma 1 & 2 lol.
Thank you for all your amazing reviews (and not so amazing review, but I won't go on about that) and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not a sausage. Except of course any characters you don't recognize.
Thanks to: Amy again, she's an angel when it comes to help as well as Beci and Eri for the kind words concerning the matter, and whoever else it was who replied to my LJ because I don't know your name lol sorry.
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The icy wind blew against Kerry Weaver's already cold cheeks as she stood outside the hospital, watching the fire fighters carrying person after person out, and her staff trying to help them as best they could. The fire was reasonably near the entrance of County General Emergency Room, but the fire fighters wanted to be sure that the area was stable before entering since the flames had managed to find their way right the way across the main entrance doors, meaning a lot of people were still trapped inside. After just over half an hour the chief had decided it was as safe as it could be, and sent his fire fighters in. Kerry watched as one of the men came out carrying Abby Lockhart over his shoulder.
"I am fine… okay, as much as I'm enjoying this, please put me down," Abby waved her legs around gently, "There are people in there you need to carry out, I am not one of them,"
He put her gently on the ground, but she found herself wobbling around, and as much as she didn't like to admit it, she needed to sit down. Finding the nearest bench, she took a seat, closing her eyes, though it wasn't long before a paramedic was knelt in front of her, checking her over.
"It's just the shock, I'll be fine. My back hurts a little, but that's from…" She paused, feeling the need to cough again before continuing, "It's from when I fell I think,"
The woman nodded, taking her stethoscopes and checking Abby's pulse. It was only slightly above normal, which was expected from the stress she had just been under, "Okay you stay here, and if you feel any bad dizziness or…"
"I'm a doctor; I think I know what to do thanks,"
Abby rested her eyes again, leaning back into the uncomfortable bench. But the moment she shut off from everything, all she could see were the lines of fire that had been blocking the doorway and Lucy's face as she left her to go find help. All she could hear was that awful fire alarm. Her eyes jolted open, and she realized that it wasn't just a nightmare, and that she could still hear that fire alarm.
Her eyes scanned the area around her, taking in the distressed look on some of the people's faces, and the sight of paramedics trying to revive the less fortunate patients who were dying from the effects of the blast. As she took it all in, she found her eyes being drawn towards the entrance of the hospital, where a fireman came out carrying who looked like Frank's limp body across and over to a team of staff who were helping out in an ambulance.
"Excuse me, Kerry?"
Kerry turned toward Abby, though her attention was still aimed at the burning hospital, "Yes Doctor Lockhart?"
"Have they gotten…?" She was about to finish when a fire man came over, turning Kerry's attention away from Abby.
"We have a problem. There's a woman inside, and we think she has spinal injuries, but if we don't move her the flames are going to get her, or she'll inhale too much smoke. If we move her she'll be paralysed. We're not risking any of your staff going in there, it's far too dangerous. We're going to have to move her and hope for the best; we just thought we'd warn you since she's one of your staff,"
Kerry nodded, sighing, "Do you know who it is?"
The chief shook his head, and continued explaining the situation. Abby sunk deeper into her seat, suddenly realizing who he was probably talking about.
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Carter tugged at the oxygen mask over his mouth, the paramedics trying to keep his arms down, and constantly telling him to relax, but he wouldn't rest – he needed to know. She'd been in there with him, right next door to the room it had supposedly happened in, and as far as he could see, though the paramedics were somewhat blocking his view, she wasn't anywhere outside. Being one of his oldest friends, he really hoped she was ok; it'd be awful if anything happened to her. Feeling another fit of coughing coming on, he decided to give in and let the paramedics do what they had to do. His eyes slowly closed.
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For a moment he couldn't move, the sight of her lying their, eyes barely open, blood oozing from the wound in her stomach, past where her hand was over it, was too much for him to take in. His eyes jolted to Pratt's figure slumped up against the wall, blood dripping from a large cut on his head. Wincing, but not too badly hurt, Greg looked up, fixing eyes with Luka for a second, and then taking in the sight of Sam lying helplessly on the floor, both hands clutched over the stab wound.
"Sam… what the he…" It was like he'd come in on some episode of 'Criminal Drug Addicts R Us', it was so unreal.
The man had the gun aimed directly at where Luka and Sam were sat on the floor, and it looked as though he was within seconds of pulling the trigger. Without thinking, Pratt launched himself at the guy, pulling the gun, but unable to yank it out of his hands. He never even noticed the man quickly firing the gun up in the air, and he certainly didn't realize nothing was coming out. The man had run out of bullets. Sam did not know this though, and since she'd managed to struggle free from the trolley, she was now stood watching the scene unfolding in front of her. All she saw was the trigger being pulled, and Greg Pratt falling backwards.
Almost instantly, the man realized his gun was useless, and dumping it next to where Pratt had fallen, he pulled out something from his pocket. It happened so quick, the knife slicing through flesh, Sam falling as it came out of her, covered in blood, and then the man legging it as fast as he could.
Luka pulled Sam up onto his lap, and planted a kiss on her forehead, tears running down his face. He clutched at her, seeing the life flowing away, "This isn't how it ends,"
"Luka…?" She managed to turn herself round just far enough that she could see his face, "I love you,"
"I love you too, always," He sobbed, burying his face in her soft, curly hair.
Pratt felt tears welling up in his eyes as he saw the once happy couple saying what seemed to be goodbye. He barely noticed the noise coming from admit, lost in his own thoughts and the commotion happening in the room. He barely noticed the flames licking at him. He barely noticed the lights go out as he fell back against the cold wall.
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A/N: Please continue to review, you guys are so awesome! And I love constructive criticism, as long as it's not too OTT. Umm… the parts in italics are flashback again btw :D