"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,"

"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.

"You," Kerry pointed at one of the burlier looking men to show up, "hold on to him and call security," Kerry went to work, helping the code team to try restore Abby to a natural rhythm.

The guard didn't ask any questions, just blocked the exit, Stenton wasn't going anywhere. "you can't get it right again," he laughed, watching them work.

"We'll see," Kerry mumbled as she prepped the defibrillator paddles.

"Your efforts are futile," it wasn't completely true, but he wanted to watch them worry. Kerry shook it off. He was a raving lunatic as far as she was concerned, just like some of the ones that came through the ER. But then, one look at Abby and his threat was something you couldn't just shake off, not when they were having trouble getting her heart beating normally again.

"Charging to fifty," she paused for a moment, "Clear." Kerry pressed the paddles to Abby's chest and sent the jolt of electricity coursing through her body. A nurse shook her head after consulting the monitors, nothing. "Charging again to fifty." Stenton laughed again, until a fist came flying at his face, a broken nose, and he wasn't laughing anymore.

"What the hell happened Kerry?" Luka and Susan rushed over, Luka's knuckles had Stenton's blood on them.

"He was injecting her with something..." she trailed off and returned her attention to Abby, "Clear."

"Sinus." the nurse reported after a second. The relief was tangible, palpable in the room for a moment. Abby was back, at least for the time being, Stenton's prediction had not come true, at least not yet.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Luka shouted to the bleeding doctor.

"You were the one who hit me Dr. Kovac," his tone, it was uncomfortably calm, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

"And you were the one to inject her."

He nodded, and smiled more, "didn't you promise to keep her safe Dr. Weaver, in the snow? Remember that?" three security guards had rushed up to the ICU and were at the doorway watching the scene playout, listening to Stenton's confession.

"Detain him until the police arrive," she told them quickly, and pulled her phone out to call said police. How the hell had he known unless he was watching?

"What was it that she asked of you Dr. Weaver?" he kept laughing even as they security guard pulled out a pair of cuffs, and grabbed his hands.

She didn't answer him, turned away so she wouldn't have to face the bastard. It was so tempting to just beat him senseless, but she knew it wasn't an option.

"You bastard," Susan spoke for the first time, "how could you?"

"How little you know, Dr. Lewis. How little you understand."

"You left her to die in the snow," she cried.

"I'm aware of what I did and did not do, Dr. Lewis"

"She was innocent, what did she do to you?"

"She turned me down. Bitch."

"You asshole!" Susan screamed and suddenly lunged at Stenton, but Luka caught her and held her back.

"Calm down, Susan, don't... Do anything regrettable, he'll be dealt with soon enough," Luka was fighting the same urge to beat Dr. Stenton into a bloody pulp.

"He..he..he" Susan struggled to get an audible sentence out, as security finally led a smirking Stenton out of the room.

"Oh," they heard him call, "might need to start looking into dialysis," and then more laughter. "well if she survives the night,"

Finally Susan stopped struggling against Luka. Only because she was too busy crying. He didn't say anything, just held her close to him, rubbing her back, staring at Abby, lost in his thoughts.

The police began trickling in not long after, starting with a few officers who had been down in the ER checking on an injured comrade, and ending with a pair of detectives.

"How is she?" one of them spoke softly.

"Still waiting on labs. Stats aren't great."

"He's refusing to tell us what he used, but admits that he was the one,"

"What will he be charged with?"

"Rape, attempted murder, stalking.. The list goes on," he made sure that he said attempted murder, even thought he was certain it would be murder fairly soon.

"How long would he be in for, if all the convictions come in?" Susan asked, praying for something well beyond the span of a natural life. She didn't want him sentenced to life, she wanted him sentenced to three hundred years with a chance of parole in two fifty.

"Impossible to say now, however if Dr. Lockhart does pass," he paused, "it will be life,"

"Well she's not going to," Susan barked rashly.

"I'm praying that's the case," he said politely, wanting Abby to survive just as much as everyone else did.

"Thank you detective," Luka soke, deciding to end the encounter for Susan, it wasn't really a time for conversation.

"I know its not much, but we have him, maybe somehow she knows that now," he shrugged his shoulders and left the room.

"Maybe."

Luka let go of Susan who had made her way back over to Abby's bed. "...Got the son of a bitch Abby, you're safe." Susan squeezed Abby's hand, after calmed herself down a bit. Luka's attention went to Kerry.

"What was he saying about dialysis?"

"Whatever he drugged her with probably damaged her kidneys... Kidney," she corrected herself.

"Have we contacted her nephrologists?"

"Not yet, I'll call her."

"Alright," he spoke and walked over to where Susan was standing. The thought that more damage had been done to Abby's already fragile body made him want to be sick.

Kerry stared at the phone on the wall for a few moments before picking up the receiver and making the call. In an instant, the nephrologists was on her way down , she knew Abby, she knew Kerry, but she didn't know how serious Abby's case had suddenly become.

"It's three. I'm here, but I'm not supposed to be. I know you called me down for a good reason, but I'm running on half a pot of coffee, so be blunt," she said upon entering the room. Susan stared at her, then back at Kerry, then back towards Abby, was there even a point anymore? The monitors said no, the chart said no, the doctors said no.

"One of the staff was injecting her."

"Bastard was drugging her!" Susan spoke up

"May have damaged the remaining kidney." Kerry continued.

"Wonderful, may I see Abby's chart?" Susan forked it over. After a few minutes, the doctors facial expression changed, not in a good way.

"Dr. Jamieson?" Luka looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Any ideas? Suggestions, insights? Direction? Anything?"

"Depends on what the lab tests say."

"Speaking of," Susan began "We might need to consider changing out everything, we don't know what he's given her, the medication she's on, can be counter acting," Abby was in trouble, and they couldn't figure out right then how to help her.

"Of course. I'll have a nurse in to do it, I suppose."

"No, no, we'll take care of it,"

"Thanks. I'd hate to wake the two nurses on duty."

"Can you bring the supplies then?"

"Of course." She smiled and stepped out of the room, leaving Susan Luka and Kerry, to start undoing the multiple tubes and wires attached to their friend.

"Should we leave the ET tube?" Susan finally asked, breaking the near silence of the room.

"Do we want to risk it?"

"It's a risk either way, but I doubt he'd have done anything to that," it just wasn't practical, honestly.

Susan nodded, somewhat relieved. Dr. Jamieson returned, arms full of supplies, "here we go,"

"Thanks," Kerry took an IV kit while Susan went to work on the feeding tube. It took a good hour, to set everything up, make sure everything was alright, then of course to draw the blood to determine what extra damage had been done.

At six in the morning, Dr. Jaminson returned to Abby's room, the labs results in her hand. Her expression not giving away any sort of what those said results might indicate.

"What did they say?"

"Let's go talk somewhere private," she nodded behind her. Talking somewhere private was never good news.

"Where?" Susan didn't want to stray far from Abby's bedside.

"My office is just down the hall,"

"I'd... I'll stay with her, just in case, you two go," she gestured to Kerry and Luka

"Okay, we'll be right back," Luka stood up and followed both Kerry and Jaimenson out the door and down the hall.

"How bad?"

"No function," she said bluntly, no use dancing around the subject.

"She's in kidney failure." Luka brought his hand up to his forehead, this was not good news. "Is it reversible?"

She thought about her answer but quickly realized that whatever she said, the doctors would know. "I'm sorry,"

"If she regains consciousness," Luka cleared his throat, "Is there any chance she would be a candidate for transplant?"

"Absolutely, but…"

"But what?"

"Dr. Kovac, by looking at her chart, I'm not even considering looking at the transplant list for her right now,"

"I realize her odds aren't all that good, but she's made it this far..." he trailed off.

"What was he using to poison her?" Kerry asked quietly.

"Whatever it was, it was untraceable, it did an incredible amount of damage,"

"So we don't know what other damage it may cause."

"It decimated the function of her only kidney, God knows what else it did,"

"So we don't know what he gave her, don't' know what else it may have done or may be doing, and we don't know how to help Abby?"

"Basically,"

"So we wait."

"Start praying," Jamieson spoke one more time, before walking off, heading to another patient whom she could actually do something for. Praying? Kerry and Jamieson had been on again off again friends since med school, and never before had the woman so thoroughly managed to piss her off. it wasn't deliberate, but still.,

Luka stood at the entrance to Abby's room, just watching. Looking as Abby lay nearly lifeless on the gurney. Was it even humane what they were doing to her anymore? They would have to make a choice soon, whether to keep Abby alive on life support or… But who could and who would make that choice remained, for now, up in the air.