Summary: I guess if I'm going to have a love interest for Ray in another story (see Ultimate NBC Crossover) I should explain how she got there.
Disclaimer: I don't own ER, But Dr. Abbi Laynce, so there!
Author's Note: First off, I would like to say that I'm sorry if this chapter may seem a little weird. But bear with me. Its 6:27 am on June 26 and I have been up since 7:30 am June 24. Don't you just love birthdays? I'm writing this, as my friends are sleeping/passed out on air mattresses/a sofa in my basement. I love caffeine! GO VANILLA COKE! Second of all, I'm actually updating, so there.
Love and Let Love
"Okay Ms. Kincaid, you can remove your legs from the stirrups," Abbi said to the petite sixteen-year-old girl in her care. "Your pregnancy is moving along fine. I'm going to call someone from OB to come down and take a look at you though, and then you can make a follow up appointment with them. If you need help looking at your options, I can have a social worker come and speak with you as well."
The teen girl muttered a brief reply, hidden among the nervousness and the embarrassment she was feeling. Abbi smiled gently at the girl and left the room, throwing her rubber gloves in a trash can near the door. Once on the other side of the door, she dialled the phone to her left and acquired the services of both OB and social service. She made her way back to the admit area, and grabbed her next chart. Kid with a stomachache. Exam room 5. Crap, she thought silently, where is exam room 5. It didn't seem to be with any of the other rooms. Perfect now I have to ask someone. She went up to the first person she saw. It was the female doctor that Dr. Lewis had introduced her to the day before. What was her name, what was her name?
"I'm sorry to disturb you," she began, trying not to seem like an idiot, "but could you direct me to exam room 5. Oh, and could you tell me your name again. Because, I can't seem to remember it, but I have this hunch that is one of these names that I should be hit in the head with a two-by-four for forgetting." Yup, her attempt to not look like a complete dimwit had failed.
"Exam room five is down that way," the doctor pointed, "and my name is Abby Lockhart." She was polite, and amused by the new doctors forgetfulness.
"Now I know why shouldn't have forgotten that name. I'm Abbi Lance. It's nice to meet you again, and thank you for your help. I've got to get going," she said pointing in the direction she was traveling with her clipboard. She walked quickly down the hall, feeling like a complete and total loser. She regained her self as she opened the door to the exam room.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Laynce. What seems to be the matter today," she said grabbing a rolling stool with her foot, and walking over to the gurney where the boy sat, dangling his legs over the end, while his mother paced the room. She momentarily stopped pacing long enough to mention that her son had a stomach ache for the past half a day and he had a fever of 99 degrees. Well, easy diagnoses. Stomach flu and over reactive mother. Just to be sure Abbi pulled her stethoscope from around her neck.
"Okay, Dylan, I'm going to listen to your heart. My stethoscope might be a little cold, so can I ask you a big, big, favour. Will you be my helper and blow on it so it get nice and warm?" she asked as she rubbed it on her pant leg. The six-year-old boy smiled, and blew on it. Abbi listened briefly. She was about to walk around the bed to listen to the boy's breath sound from his back, when the door opened.
"Hey can we crash in here?" a smooth Dr. Barnett asked accompanied by a gurney. "A guy fell through the ceiling in out exam room and so we needed to move. Thanks." Abbi just shook her head in amusement, and returned to her work, pulling the curtain around them as she walked to the bed. She lifted the boy's shirt and noticed adult fist sized bruises covering his back. She turned to the nurse who had entered the room.
"Miss, may I ask you to leave for a moment. The nurse has to get some information from you." Abbi's voice quivered.
"Why? I want to stay with my son."
"Mam, please. It will only take a couple minutes," she pleaded.
"No, I want to stay with my son."
Ray stepped in to help, " Mam, please leave, or your son will not get treated. The paperwork will only take a few seconds." The mother reluctantly left the room, and stood outside the door with Haleh. Abbi silently mouthed 'Thank you' to Ray. She sat on the bed next to her patient.
"Hi Dylan. You have a lot of bruises. Where did you get them?" The boy silently looked down. "Did your daddy give them to you?" He shook his head. "Was it your mommy?" He nodded, tears rolling down his face. Abbi wrapped her around him and held him in a hug, calming him.
He looked at the boy again. "I'm going to go outside now, but my friend Dr. Ray is going to stay with you," she turned to him and silently begged.
"Yuppers. Do you want to see a card trick?" He pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and started to play with them as Abbi left through the opposite door. She picked up the phone and dialled the Social Work extension.
"This is Dr. Abbi Laynce in the ER. I need a social worker for a child abuse case ASAP. Thank you."
She turned around walking back into the room, and hoped the day would not get any worse.
Author's Note: Okay, tell me what you think. Oh and Thought, I'm really, really sorry about the name, but it was perfect. To quote Thought, 'click the little Trance coloured button'. By the way, Trance is a purple character off of Andromeda.
