Author's notes- Sorry this has taken me so long. I had it handwritten, and lost the notebook it was in, so had to redo it from memory... I think this scene used to be longer...
Disclaimers-ER isn't mine, none of the characters from it are either.
Feedback/reviews- Please. Much appreciated, only way I can improve, etc.
"Hang on a minute," she cut off Dr. Kayson mid sentance and looked down at her pager. Stat page to the ER. The story of her flipping life, "I need to deal with this, I'll get back to you later," she didn't wait for his responce, but started jogging for the elevator. Her pager went off again as she waited for the lift to reach the floor, so she changed her mind and opted for the stairs. "What's the problem, Frank?" she asked as she reached the admit desk.
"MI in trauma two."
"And no one else could get it?"
"Lockhart's in there... Weaver-" he started to explain, but she went off.
"Lockhart's compitent, and Weaver's the chief of staff, you don't think they can handle it?" she grumbled and stormed down the hall to the trauma room.
"Someone stat paged me about an MI?" Susan asked Chuny as she entered the trauma room and snapped on a set of gloves, then looked over at Abby, "You couldn't handle it? Where the hell's Weaver? Frank said she was in here..."
"Weaver is the MI," Chuny replied curtly. Susan looked down at the patient on the gurney. Small and pale, attatched to an EKG, pulse oximiter, the oxygen mask, two IV lines. It was a hard image to reconcile with the version of Weaver that she was used to. Was Kerry even concious?
"When did this happen?" she asked quickly, looking at the moniter.
"She was a little off in a trauma half an hour ago, had to step out, Abby just found her in the lounge," Chuny explained, drawing some blood.
"Unconcious?"
Abby ignored the question, but put a hand on Kerry's shoulder, "Dr. Weaver. Kerry, you still with us?"
Kerry's eyes opened slowly, and her hand went for the oxygen mask but Susan grabbed her wrist, and lowered her arm back to her side, "Kerry, you need to leave that on," Susan said and glanced again at Kerry's stats. "How much O2 have you got her on?"
"100 percent."
"And her pulse ox is only 90? Page the on-call cardiologist."
"I will. I thought I should page you first."
"What have you ordered so far?"
"Aspirin and I was thinking maybe thrombolitics."
"No," Kerry whispered.
"Kerry, it looks like it might be nessicary," Abby stated plainly.
"No thrombolitics. Try heparin," she said with a bit more force.
"We could see what cardiology has to say," Abby suggested.
"Not with that ST elevation," Susan said definitively, "There's no time. Push the thrombolitics. She's on morphine and nitro?"
"Yeah," Chuny said, "Gotta get these to the lab," she took the vials of blood and hurried off while Haleh stepped in.
"Dr. Weaver, is there anyone we can call?"