Chapter 7 – Big Mouth

Susan sat at her desk signing paper work, heard a knock on the door.

"Come in"

The door opened and the pretty brunette popped her round the door. Susan waved her in, placed her pen down on the desk, clasping her hands together. Susan made direct eye contact at Abby, who stood in front of her desk.

She pursed her lips "I'm disappointed in you Abby"

Abby looked at her but doesn't say a word.

"I might have to report this to Weaver"

"Oh Well I can explain!" said Abby defensively; thinking her patient had reported her.

"You know the rules Abby, any member of staff should tell me if they are having a relationship with their colleague!" Susan shouted, "For me to know in case any conflicts arises between two people and the worst thing is he's a med student and you are his supervisor!"

Abby clenched her jaw, in shock; she wanted the ground to swallow her up. 'God! How did she find out? Oh fuck! Jake can't you keep that big mouth of yours shut?'

"But I didn't think it would last, so I didn't bother to say anything"

"How long you two have been seeing each other?" Susan asked

"Erm..." Abby raised her brows, puffed out her cheeks "About a month?"

Susan glanced at her; leaned back in to her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Abby, I think you will have to make an decision"

"Ok I understand… and I understand you reporting this to Weaver, you are only doing your job"

Abby stood looking at Susan, feeling bad; she had really let her friend down. She "I'm really sorry Susan"

"Saying sorry isn't going to solve it" Susan nodded back "You can go now and your punishment is to do the drug lock-up stocktaking on your break tomorrow"

Abby turned round putting her hand on the door handle and paused after she turned it. She turns her head round looking at Susan again.

"I guess tomorrow night's cancelled then?" She asked turning round again to look at Susan.

"No" She answered. "Are you still coming?"

Chuny shot out of the treatment room, looking for Abby and saw her walking down the corridor.

"Abby your patient is crashing!"

Abby ran after Chuny catches her attention.

The girl was lying, soaked in blood, Chuny and Haleh scurrying about sorting out IV's and drips.

"She started haemorrhaging" Haleh said, checking the vitals.

Abby nodded as she stamped her foot on the brake of the gurney and released it.

"Lets take her to Trauma 2!" Abby commanded as they raced the gurney in to the other room. They crash the door open. Greg Pratt followed and joined in

"What we got?"

"Female, 14, Primigravida, Gestation 15 weeks, O neg, placental separation… haemorrhaging" Abby replied "Ok, everybody on my count, one, two, three. Nice and gently. Good"

They lifted the patient over on to the trauma bed.

"BP falling 60 over 40, were losing pulse!" said one of the nurses.

"She needs transfusion quickly, disturbance of the blood coagulation, her kidneys will shut down!" Abby instructed

"Need to load up on the O neg!" Pratt shouted.

"Lines in!"

"Push 4 mag sulphate"

"Someone call OR!"

"Pressures dropping"

"She's in Fib! Paddles!" Abby shouted "Haleh, 250" She places them on the patients chest.

"Clear!"

The girl's body jolted up as defibrillator shocked her. The cardiac monitor screeched out the lethal rhythms.

"Charging to 300 and clear!"

The body jolted again. Still no sign of life

"Turn volume up to 360" Dubenko ordered, coming in from the trauma room next door. "What we have here?"

Pratt gave the details.

"Clear!"

Abby placed the paddles on the girl's chest again. Another jolt.

The cardiac monitor beeps normal heart rhythm again.

"Normal sinus" Haleh announced.

"Good work guys, get her up to OR now!" Dubenko said.

Abby snapped off her surgical gloves, threw them in to the trashcan. She stood there with one hand on hip and the other rubbing her nose. She sighed and shook her head as she walked out.

Her shift was over, she's glad to see the end of the day…