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Susan was working the end of her shift and the ER was still reasonably quiet. She put her final chart on the rack, got her jacket, scarf and bag, said goodnight to Kerry and Jerry, who were both at admit, and walked on out of the ER.

It was absolutely pouring down with rain. The Ambulance bay was like one giant puddle. Susan headed on through it and towards Abby's apartment. She could not help thinking about Abby during the last hour or so of her shift.

She must have been really terrified, Susan thought. The rain continued to get steadily heavier as she got nearer and nearer to Abby's. It did not help that it was cold as well as pouring with rain.

She finally got into Abby's building. The floor was wet. Susan took her hood down and fixed her hair, so that it was not in her eyes. She combed it back. She was looking forward to seeing her friend. Little did she know that as she was starting to go up those stairs that her friend, her close friend, was staggering down her hallway.

It was not Susan's fault, she did not know that this was happening, and she certainly could not have predicted it.

Susan carried on up the stairs, unbuttoning her coat and undoing her scarf, making her way towards Abby's apartment.

She knocked the door. Nothing.

She knocked again. Still nothing.

She knocked again, harder, in case she was asleep on the sofa. Still nothing.

Susan listened hard to see if there was any response at all. She listened for the TV, or CD player; not a sound.

She was starting to get worried, and a little panicky. She tried to calm herself down, but something inside of her, whether it be instinct or intuition, told her that something was wrong.

Then it hit her – she had Abby's spare keys in the bottom of her bag. She had everything in her bag; hankies, sweets, pens, a comb and right at the bottom were Abby's keys. Susan fumbled in a hurry trying to get them into the lock and she got them in. She turned the keys and the door opened.

She noted Abby's jacket hung up on the wall. That meant that she was home, or had been at some point. She also noticed Abby's bag, again which suggested that she had been, or still was in her apartment. Susan walked over into the lounge, and peered over the sofa. Abby was not there. She turned and walked to the kitchen. She noticed that the kettle was still steaming – a sign that it was freshly boiled and the bread on the chopping board made it look like she was making a snack.

Susan the turned and looked down. She saw the silvery shine of the bread knife, strewn carelessly on the floor, along with a tea-towel. Susan picked these up and laid them on the worktop. As she turned the tea-towel over, she noticed a small spot of blood on it. It was bright red and fresh. Susan began to panic big time.

She went to the bathroom, in case Abby was in there, or was in a shower. She took a deep breath and pushed the dark, wooden door open. It was empty. Good in some ways, but bad in that she was becoming increasingly worried.

She walked out into the darkened hallway and continued up the laminate flooring until she got to Abby's bedroom. Susan stopped and breathed deeply, because this was then the only place left in the house. She took a step in and looked down. She jumped and tried to speak, but it was as if the words were stuck in her throat. She launched her bag and coat onto the hall floor and knelt down on the floor.

Abby was on the floor, half on her side and half on her stomach. She appeared to be unconscious. Susan checked this by shaking Abby's shoulders and talking to her.

Abby still had on her blue scrub top and scrub trousers. Susan checked Abby's pulse and airway. It was force of habit that made her do this as she was still in shock. She then rolled Abby over onto her front and checked her back. She was checking that there were no cuts or wounds or any severe bruising or bleeding.

She found nothing, so she then turned Abby over onto her front and did the same, around her neck first, checking the bones and then her ribs and her stomach. Susan climbed over Abby and moved her slightly away from the bed so that Susan could get into the other side and check it.

Once Susan was out of the light she saw the blood, not much of it, but still a good deal of it. She sat up and thought for a second. She had to go to County. Susan picked up the phone from beside Abby's bed and thought it a great thing that she had a car with her.

She dialed the familiar County number.

"Hello ER, can I help," was the response from a familiar voice.

"Chuny?" Susan asked.

"Is that you Doctor Lewis?" Chuny enquired.

"Yeah, is it still quiet?" Susan asked.

"Yes, why?" Chuny replied sounding puzzled.

"Listen, I am bringing Abby in and I don't want the place full of onlookers. Could you get the Suture Room set up and meet me when I get there in about 10 minutes?" Susan asked.

"Sure, no problem, I will keep people out of the way," said Chuny, "Is she OK"

"She will be, but I need to bring her in," Susan finished.

"See you in 10, Doctor Lewis!" Chuny finished.

Susan hung up and got her bag and coat. She got Abby up in her arms the best she could and took her downstairs and put her safely in the back seat, with a blanket over her.

Susan gave a quick glace to her friend and drove on.