AN: big, big thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. I've had so much fun writing this one so I hope you've had enjoyment from reading it. Special thanks to missy-maura and mauralynntierney everyone should check out their fics too they're very good.. Anyway back to this fanficition ENJOY!
Two security guards rushed over into the waiting area, and tried to calm down the group of youths. Abby could see that they feared it would become violent and patients would be under threat.
Against her better judgement she approached the doors with Carter and Ray on her heel. The male who had previously been banging on the glass was now trying to convince the security guards they would be on their best behaviour. Two of his friends stood by his side to back him up and the other cowered behind his hood in an attempt to derive the attention away from his face.
"What seems to be the problem?" Carter asked.
"Our friend was shot, and they brought him here. We just want to see him." Carter furrowed his forehead in confusion and blinked a couple of times at the man. Ray and Abby joined his side and watched in curiosity.
"Pratt?" Ray asked in confusion.
"Hey who the hell are you, calling him a pratt" One of his companions sized Ray up, who backed away in defence.
"Uh no one, my mistake." Abby subtly positioned herself between the two men to prevent a fight in the middle of the ER.
"Look man we're not here to cause trouble, sorry about the rapping. Sometimes we get a little too carried away." The guy with the dreadlocks sneered and turned to his friend. They slapped hands and shoved their bodies together.
Abby studied his face; everything about it was Pratt's: the smile which showed thousands of white teeth and the way he laughed was a replica of Pratt's mannerisms. He wore a huge puffer jacket and Abby could see a large cross dangling from a chain on his chest. She shook her head in utter confusion, not believing the day and the way it had developed.
"What's your name?" She asked softly. He turned away from him friend, and brought his hand up to his chest.
"My name or his name?"
"Yours, uh your friends." He sneered at her hesitance.
"His name's future." A large, black guy thumped his hand onto 'Future's' front almost proudly it seemed.
"Future?"
I had a lotta names, baby. I used to be called Maximum, Brimstone, Godfather D - None of 'em worked, you-know-what-Ima-sayin'? 'Til one day someone said I was the future of hip-hop in Detroit. And that was it. So they all call me future. But for the record it's David Porter."
"And your friends name?" Ray asked. He backed away again though, when the large guy shot him a look.
"Cheddar Bob." Abby rolled her eyes.
"I don't think we've had a shooting victim in the last couple of hours. Are you sure he was brought to County?"
"The ambulance just said he was going to a hospital close by." A voice emerged from the hooded man, causing the doctors to glance in his direction.
"Well they might have gone to Northwestern." With that Carter turned away and returned to admin, remembering all the patients he had to attend to. Ray followed step and it was only Abby who lingered by their sides.
"You Docs don't even care." One of them said
"That's not true." Abby reassured them.
"He's our friend; you know he's like a brother to us." Abby nodded her head, wondering what they expected her to do.
"I- I could phone around, see where they took him." Their faces lit up and they immediately accepted her offer.
"I'll see what I can do. Wait here." Abby walked through the automatic doors which separated them from admin. She didn't know why she had just offered to do them a favour, as it was so time consuming but something was prompting her to do so.
The four of them placed themselves back down on chairs, ignoring the looks they were receiving from other patients. After a while of trying to get through to Northwestern, and being constantly put on hold she could see they were starting to get anxious.
A drunk woman was protesting loudly in the corner of the waiting room, that she wasn't been seen. Abby recognised her as a regular, who was often drug seeking. The woman would come from time to time, and usually sing a few tunes to entertain the other patients. She tapped her fingernails impatiently on a pile of charts which lay carelessly next to the phone.
"Sweet Home Alabama" the woman slurred out the words, sounding completely out of tune. Abby rubbed her head, "Where the skies are so blue, Lorrd I'm ccooming hooome to yoouu." Abby saw Future tapping his foot along to the woman's drunken words and rocking his shoulders from side to side.
"Well Jimmy moved in with his mother.
Cuz he ain't got no place to go."
His hooded friend opened his mouth and started to join in, "And now I'm right back in gutter. With a garbage bag that's full of clothes."
They were singing to the tune of Sweet home Alabama, much to the drunken woman's amusement. Abby finally got through to Northwestern and found out that a victim, matching their description had been treated.
"Are they stable?" Abby shouted over the rapping.
Future stood up and lifted his hand to air, "Cuz you live at home in a trailer. What the hell you gonna do." Abby received the necessary information and slammed the phone down.
"What the hell is going on?" Weaver yelled hobbling over to where a group of them and gathered. She squinted into the waiting room and then blinked a few times.
"Tell Pratt he's fired. What the hell does he think he's playing at."
"It's not Pratt" Abby replied quickly.
"Call security, get them removed." Abby was quick to act and she hurried into the waiting area.
"Well my name is Jimmy. His name's Greg Buel"
"Hey" Abby said in an attempt to get their attention.
"Me, him and you we went to the same school.
This ain't cool
He's tapping my mom and we're almost the same age."
"HEY" Abby yelled on at the top of her lungs. They all stopped rapping and turned to wait her news. She took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
"Your friend is being treated at Northwestern…and he's stable." They all breathed in a sigh of relief and stood up ready to go.
"Thank you" Future said giving her a huge grin. Abby shook her head, waiting for him to tell her that this was all a joke and he was in fact Pratt. They jogged out of the waiting room and he turned around at the door. He lifted two fingers up to his mouth and kissed them, lifting them to the sky.
"Thank you!" He yelled and then disappeared around the corner.
"What was all that about?" Abby jumped slightly when a voice came from her left shoulder. She turned to see Sam with a denim jacket on.
"I have no idea. All I know is that this day could not get any stranger. Are you off?"
"Yup, parents evening at Alex's school. Should be fun."
"See ya." Sam grinned and left. Abby watched her go; doubting if that was Sam, or her twin. After a moment passed Abby wondered into the ambulance bay, deciding it was time to take her 'illegal' break.
She stood around the corner shivering slightly, but deeply satisfied by the nicotine. Taking a deep puff she heard a dog barking in the distance and swore it sounded like someone talking.
Four People emerged from round the corner with a dog bounding along one of their sides. Abby's mouth fell open and she stifled a laugh at their outrageous dress sense.
One of the males was very scruffily dressed with brown swayed trousers and messy brown hair. The other looked impeccable, with his blonde hair brushed to perfection. He was dressed in all blue and looked like he's just stepped on a male modelling agency.
Abby's eyes narrowed over one of the girls who was wearing as little as possible considering it was a cold February day. Their fourth companion was dressed head to foot in orange, complete with a pair of black rimmed glasses and a sixties style hair cut. Abby blinked a few times at the girl. She dropped the cigarette to the floor, and could of sworn the final girl was Sam dressed up.
The group saw Abby between the shadows and came bounding over….
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