ER is Mike Cricheton's.

It'd been two days, two long days of waiting for any sort of change. Two days that Abby wasn't supposed to have survived. Everyone was wound a bit too tight. But so far she had survived, forty eight hours longer then anyone had ever expected her to. Yet she had not improved, not given any signs that she was coming back to them, in fact it seemed as if she was pulling away.

"Good morning, ladies," Joe Stenton, the neurologist assigned to Abby's care stepped into the room.

"Dr. Stenton," Susan somehow thought he came off as almost unctuous, like a used car salesman.

"How's she doing?" he asked as he approached her at his voice though Susan noticed something on the heart monitor..not exactly sure what it was, but something unusual was there.

"No change." He nodded and flipped through Abby's chart, and then Susan noticed a rather large scratch on his hand. Something was not right. "What happened there?" she ask, trying to seem nonchalant.

"What? Oh, patient attacked me," he answered.

"Sorry to hear that, which one?"

He looked at Susan, not sure how to answer that, "Just one of my patients,"

"It happens sometimes."

"Yes, but she was taken care of," he added

"Uhuh," warning bells were blaring but she couldn't prove anything.

He put the chart down, and reached into his pocket before pulling out a penlight. He bent down and as soon as he touched Abby, the thing on the heart monitor appeared once more. Susan shot Kerry a glance, wanting to get her to notice as well. Kerry got the jist of what Susan wanted to say, but there wasn't much she could do without raising suspicions.

"No improvement," he grabbed the chart and wrote down his notes, before checking her IV bag. Susan swore she saw a hint of a smile on his face. No, it was not possible…was it?

"Any hope left?" Luka asked from his corner.

Stenton looked over at him, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, her chances.. I don't think she has many, if any left, Dr. Kovac."

"I understand that, but so far, she's been creating a lot of odds."

"You asked for my opinion, I gave it to you. If you wish to believe something else, by all means,"

"No need to be defensive."

"I'm sorry what happened to Abby, I wish she would have told someone about the letters," he kept going on, but the three doctors stopped listening, how did he know about the letters? "But you need to understand, she's suffering, someone needs to decide what to do,"

"How did you know about those," Kerry asked, certain the police hadn't released that detail.

"Rumors travel fast," he quickly recovered.

"I didn't think they traveled that fast, but this hospital never ceases to amaze."

"Alright, well I'll come and check on her later," he said quickly and seemed to rush out of the room.

The three shot each other skeptical glances, wanting to know if they were all on the same page. "Please tell me someone else saw that," Susan finally said, pointing to the heart monitor.

"Yes, Susan, we did."

"any thoughts of what it could be?"

"Possibly."

"and what's that?" she was so tired, wanted to sleep, but at the same time, maybe they were onto something.

"This isn't the place to discuss it."

"Why? The only person who could possibly hear us right now is currently comatose," emotions were running high.

"It isn't the place, still."

"Fine," she pulled up a chair and took her post by Abby's bedside once more. "Kerry, he said we need to think about what to do next.."

"Meaning Dubenko or Stenton?" sleep deprivation was beginning to catch up with Kerry.

"Stenton, he's right, what do we do?"

"Do you trust him?"

"I'm worried he may have been the one," there she said it.

"So why are you considering his advice?"

"Because I know her condition, I know he's right,"

"You've made a serious accusation Susan, if you believe he is responsible for her condition..."

"I do,"

"Would it be worth investigating?"

Susan was about to say something when the chart caught her eye, the letters had been hand written, Stenton had wrote in Abby's chart moments ago. "yes," she nodded and stood up.

"Then I'll see about removing Abby from his care."

"Why in case he hurts her?" Susan fired sarcastically.

"In case he hurts her further."

Nearly two weeks into it, Kerry was sitting next to Abby, sleeping, when Stenton walked in, obviously unaware of her presence in the early morning hour. He didn't even see Kerry as he pulled out a syringe. He was going to end Abby's life tonight, they would never know, the drug was untraceable.

"Hey there," he spoke softly, and grabbed the IV tube as he uncapped the syringe. Quickly, he injected directly into Abby's IV port. Done. She would be gone in a matter of minutes, he would be in the clear. He headed for the door, hoping to be out before the alarms went off, but managed to trip over a wire. The wire pulled out, sending the monitor it was connected to screaming instantly. At the sound of it, Kerry shot up.

"What are you doing Dr. Stenton?"

"I was just checking on her," he said, trying to cover his tracks, as he kept up his act of caring for Abby and reached to make sure she still had a pulse.

"At this hour. With a syringe?" she said, it was two in the morning according to the clock on the wall, and the instrument was still in his hand.

"Does it really matter right now?" one by one more and more machines were starting to alarm.

"Actually, it does. Care to tell me what you gave her?" Kerry glanced at the monitor. Falling pulse ox, racing heart.

"Morphine,"

"Morphine doesn't have that effect, and she's already on a drip." Shit, he was caught, he was sweating profusely now, trying to come up with a way out of this mess. He glanced up at the monitors, if the drug was to do what it was supposed to do, it would only be a minute before he could escape. Kerry would be to busy worrying about Abby.

"An answer Dr. Stenton?" another glance at the monitors, stats still looked bad. She reached over and hit the code button on the wall. Couldn't deal with Stenton and a crashing Abby at the same time. He didn't answer her, didn't know what to say, he could turn and run, he should, he would. "Don't bother. Night shift's on their way, not security, but I'm sure they would be willing to apprehend you temporarily."

"Let her die Kerry," he knew he was trapped, "she wouldn't want this," and then a smiled played across his face, as he felt her pulse die from underneath his fingers. "she told me so herself," he was caught now, Kerry knew he was the one.

"It's not your decision."

"Oh its not?" Abby went into v-tach, and finally, the team rushed in, five of them, all ready to help. Better late then never, though it had taken them a good forty five seconds to respond. But then again, it could be the exact opposite, they could have never shown up for all it mattered, it could still be to late to save Abby.