ER is Mike Crichton's.

Dubenko was waiting for them on the surgical floor, still in a gown and cap, though his mask and gloves had been discarded. More of Abby's blood was on his front, his expression was unreadable.

"Is she?" Susan asked quietly.

"She made it," Susan almost fainted. Kerry looked almost confused for a moment, then stony, Luka was unreadable. "It..I don't know how she did it," he paused "But I don't believe she will make it through the night" Susan resumed her sobbing from earlier, while Luka tried to comfort her. Somehow, it felt to Kerry as though she'd failed Abby. "You can see her if you'd like, it wont be long,"

"Thank you," Luka said to Dubenko and lead Susan to post-op. Dubenko nodded slowly, he would come by later, not sure the point of it would be, besides to say goodbye.

Kerry pulled him aside for a moment, needing to know more... Just details in general... "How bad?"

"I believe you saw her in the ER," he didn't want to go into details, they were all in her chart. "Here," he handed the chart to her, before walking off. He ripped off his cap as he disappeared down the hall and threw it into the waste. The injuries had been more severe than anyone downstairs had thought, which was saying quite a lot. Aside from the damage to her heart and lungs, her liver had been lacerated, and one of her kidneys was beyond repair, had been removed. Not good, very bad. Slowly Kerry made her way to Abby's room. She left the chart on Abby's bedside table, a good distance from Susan, hoping she wouldn't want to see it.

"Its worse then we thought isn't?" Susan whispered, not bothering to look up from Abby.

No use in lying, "Yeah," a lot worse.

"Of course," she squeezed Abby's hand, knowing she wouldn't get a response, probably would never get one again.

"I'm going to get coffee, either of you want anything?" offered Luka.

"No," Susan shook her head, debating weather or not she wanted to know Abby's injuries.

"Kerry?"

"No thanks," he left and the room was deathly silent, save the repetitive beep of Abby's twelve lead and the mechanical hiss of the respirator.

"She was raped." it wasn't a question, more of a statement, Susan said sadly.

"She was," Kerry confirmed.

"We didn't do an exam..I mean there's still the possibility that he didn't.." trying to hope, hope that 'that' didn't happen.

"No Susan, he did. The police will want an exam done, for trace evidence, but she was."

"How do you know Kerry!"

"You saw her in the trauma room. The bruising... Prepping for surgery, they noticed more."

"Is it in her chart?" she asked reaching for it, but Kerry stopped her.

"Everything is in her chart, but from what Dubenko said, none of it matters."

"What else…"

Kerry tried to figure out how to phrase Abby's injuries delicately. It wasn't possible, Susan wasn't a family member who wouldn't understand the implications of half of what was said, she would understand all of it. Saved by Luka, who came back in with his cup of coffee. "Any change?" he asked innocently.

"In five minutes?" Susan shot back.

"It happens," but when it does, usually for the worse, he added mentally.

"Kerry..what else," Susan asked.

She was about to reinforce the concept that it didn't' matter, but didn't want the conflict she knew would follow, "Right kidney was removed, several lacerations to the liver, severe damage to the aorta, some damage to the left lung... just about everything, they couldn't repair it all."

"Do they know if she was drugged, or was she consciences for it all?"

"Tox screen's not back yet."

"Hey," a knock came at the door and Pratt walked in. "how's our girl doing?" Dubenko followed in right behind him.

"She's still here," there wasn't much more for Luka to say. Heart was still beating.

"More then we expected," and then Pratt walked over and placed something, a stuffed dog next to Abby, a very uncharacteristic thing for Pratt to do.

"But still not much."

He nodded, "its Abby, she'll fight,"

"Of course she will. What choice does she have?" Susan sounded very bitter.

"Well if you truly believe she doesn't want this Susan…" he didn't need to finish the sentence. Everyone knew what Pratt was trying to get across. Susan was the closest thing to family Abby had at the moment.

"I don't know. I mean, I know the options, but I'm not sure what she wants. I don't think she would want this to go on though."

"I don't think she's in any pain right now Susan," Pratt glanced back down at Abby. Not only was he trying to reassure Susan, but himself. Trying to make himself believe that Abby was not suffering, was not in pain.

"I don't think it's that simple," she retorted.

"Okay," he went back to Abby and placed his hand on her forehead, in a soft voice so that only she could hear he whispered, "hang in there Lockhart."