"Hey, we got a domestic turn MVA coming in!" Jerry called down the corridor towards Abby as she headed out of admit.
Turning, she moved back to Jerry and propped her elbows on the desk above the radio that was still babbling into his ear.
"Domestic turn MVA?" She asked as she attempted to hear over the radio.
This sounded like the most interesting case she was going to have today. The ER had been under an onslaught of traumas that day but she had not been involved in any of them, too busy trying to figure out where the hell Luka was - although she could hazard a well-educated guess. She hadn't seen him for over two hours since he stormed out of the ER and she was beginning to worry.
"Yeah. I'm getting to details from the cops at the scene - the medics are still trying to get the woman out of the car. Violent domestic, apparently, then as the woman tried to get the hell away in her car, he followed her and rammed her off the road. He's AWOL. Oh and Gallant is there - he says to prepare yourselves..."
Abby raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. This sounded intriguing.
"I'll take it, and find Carter or Luka and get them ready. I'll be in triage until they are on their way."
Five minutes later, she waswaiting in Trauma Onefor her first trauma in the long run of horrifying traumas that the ER had experienced that day. She was trying to resist the need to nibble at her nails, instead reverting to flicking her shoulder length hair around her face.
Her mind rolled back to Luka and how distant he had been with her for a few months now.
She flicked her eyes around the trauma room and took in the various machines around her and saw a couple of nurses meandering around waiting, like her, for the trauma to roll through the doors. Her mind wandered back to earlier in that day when Jerry had informed them all that Sam had handed in her resignation to Weaver. Her worry for Sam had been growing ever since she had vanished nine days ago. She still wasn't sure if she was still in Chicago.
She had tried to ignore the look of fear and panic that had settled over Luka's face as Jerry had passed on Weaver's message and then how he had left the ER and had yet to come back.
She wasn't stupid, shesaw the looks that passed between Sam and Luka sometimes but she trusted Luka and she trusted Sam. The 'looks' had began not two months after Sam had first arrived in the E.R. and Abby had confronted Luka immediately and they died down. They hadn't disappeared completely but they were sufficiently reduced to a state of where she was able to ignore their existence.
She didn't want to think about Luka having an affair - especially not with Sam. She trusted him. Sam had become one of her close friends and she hoped that Sam would not take advantage of her like that.
But that hope was slowly dwindling.
Suddenly, from behind her, she heard the medical students rushing down the corridor and heard the sound of a gurney being pushed down the corridor towards the bay. Snapping out of her reverie, she turned towards the sounds and saw a frantic Luka sitting astride the motionless form issuing orders, compressing the chest of victim, the faces of the doctor and the patient hidden from her.
The gurney burst through the doors of the trauma room and Abby looked at the body Luka was frantically trying to resuscitate and she froze.
It was Sam.
As Luka raised his head and his eyes met Abby's, she knew in that second that all that she had tried to ignore, all she had tried to deny was true. She stood still for a second and her eyes roamed over the battered, bruised and split face of Samantha Taggert. She then raised her eyes from the wreck and looked at the distraught face of the man she loved.
The anguish burned through her. The pain those blue eyes held chilled her deep into the bone. The panic they held was enough to spur her into action to attempt to save the life of the woman the man that she loved was in love with.
TBC