Heat
A/N: Moving even further on lol… umm this is a bit of a messed up chapter since El Muso wasn't exactly being my bestest friend. Hopefully, it makes sense though…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not a sausage. Except of course any characters you don't recognize.
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His head rested in his arms, eyes closed, Chuck Martin leant onto the hospital bed, fast asleep in a chair. It wasn't like he didn't deserve a rest; he'd been up all night worrying, but he had insisted he'd be there when Susan woke up.
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The next room over at St. Paul's was dead quiet except for the steady beeps from the machinery beside the bed and the sound of someone breathing heavily. John Carter slipped his hands over Lucy's, silent tears flooding his eyes all over again. He turned hearing the door open, and nodded at Abby as she stepped in, closing the door quietly behind her.
"I'm sorry…"
Carter's eyes rested back on Lucy's slightly burnt face, "You have nothing to say sorry for. It wasn't your fault,"
"Yes it was! I just took away her career, hell; I could have even taken away her life!"
Carter sighed, turning to look up at Abby's troubled face, "You don't know that,"
"I panicked, and forgot everything I'd ever learnt!" Her eyes were starting to sting, "I should never have moved her but I didn't think of that, and now it's too late,"
Taking one hand from over Lucy's, Carter put his arm round Abby as she sat down on the chair next to him. He didn't like to see her cry, and he was certain it wasn't her fault. How he was ever going to convince her, he wasn't sure. So much had happened that day, he just felt like going to bed, though he knew he had to be there for Lucy. He'd already been checked over, and everyone had decided he was okay now, though earlier the smoke had really got to him. Lucy had been unconscious since they got her out though, and that was almost an hour ago.
"We don't even know if she's going to wake up! You panicked, you tried to help her, and if it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else. The fire crew had to lift her to get her out anyway. Abby, for once this isn't about you, okay? We haven't even got the scans back yet. It's not going to do her an good if you sit here crying and feeling guilty, go get some rest," He tried hard not to raise his voice, for both Abby and Lucy's sakes.
"Fine, please tell me if she wakes up, or when her scans get back," Abby moved herself from under Carter's arm, and sniffed her way out of the door.
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Sighing, Kerry Weaver took a look around the mess that was the outside of County General. Fire fighters had cleared the area, and now the fire was out, but the place was still a complete mess and it would take at least a week to sort out, meaning all patients had to be transferred to local hospitals. Spotting Jed Carlson, Kerry made her way over to him.
"What's the body count?"
Jed sighed, "28, not including any that have died at St. Paul's or the other hospitals moved to. 19 of those are patients, 2 members of staff and 7 unknowns from the source of the fire. The little kid and her mother in trauma would have died probably instantly,"
Kerry shook her head silently, "I'm gonna make my way over to St. Paul's, check on some of my staff, you call me if you need to,"
Nodding, Jed went back towards the building, letting Kerry go off to the hospital that was a few miles away where all the staff hurt in the fire had been taken. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a completely burnt body being pulled away from the hospital, the last of the unlucky few to be trapped in the Family Room. With nobody in there alive, it could take a while to discover exactly who had started the fire, though it was obviously not an accident.
"This one has ID," One of the fire crew said, pulling an almost unreadable card from round the body's neck, "Something 'Meads' maybe?"
Kerry turned, "Wendell, Wendell Meads,"
The social worker had been in there talking to the family of a little boy who looked as though he'd been beaten, and had probably not even realized what was happening until it was too late. Kerry sighed, continuing over to the car, still thinking about the 28 dead bodies that had been pulled from the building.
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"Luka?" Two big brown eyes fluttered open, fixed on the man perched on the end of the bed, a worried look across his handsome face.
His eyes brightened, "Sam! How are you feeling?"
Sam attempted to raise an eyebrow, but found it too much of a struggle, and that it would need more energy than she had. This meant she couldn't move her body either, the pain was so much. She could hear the beeping machine above her head, and it was making her a little dizzy, either that or the weird feeling in her stomach, or both.
"I'm dying aren't I Luka?"
Luka shook his head, feeling his eyes begin to sting again, but this time not from smoke, "No way! Don't speak like that,"
"Luka, I can feel myself slipping, I just don't have the energy anymore," She felt him grip her hand.
"I won't let you, you're strong,"
It was her turn to cry, and she felt a tear fall extremely slowly down the side of her face, and then fall towards her mouth. She swallowed, but even that hurt.
"If you love me, you'll let me go,"
Not wanting to believe what he was hearing, he kissed Sam's hand which was firmly in his, and looked up, brushing her hair from around her face, "I can't… I won't,"
"It's going to happen, and I want it to. Luka, I'm gone. There's no point in pretending it's going to be okay, and that I'm going to be fine in a couple of days,"
Luka shook his head, refusing to listen to her any longer, "Sam, you were stabbed. You're going to be fine; it wasn't even that deep. I mean I know it took them a long time to find you but…"
"I was going to tell you," Sam felt another tear fall down her soft cheeks, "Luka, I…"
She was interrupted by the long, steady, high-pitched tone of the machine, though to Luka, it was the sound of death. Leaning over her, tears now falling so fast he hardly realized they were there; he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, and closed her eyes. Then he sat back, and, like a baby, continued to cry. Soon, nurses and doctors were surrounding them, but there was nothing they could do. That day had been completely normal, Luka had had no idea it would be the day the love of his life died.
A/N: This chapter was so hard to write, you have no idea! I just killed off my fave character lol! But it had to be done… please continue to review, I'd love to hear what you think.