Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own ER, blah, blah, blah, so on, and so forth.
Author Note: In my story Luka has only been in America for 1 year, anything that happened to his family is still fresh in mind, so hence the "Tragedy" part of the story.
Chapter 3 – "Memories"
Luka walked down the hall, but stopped and grabbed an ice pack for is already throbbing jaw. He unwrapped the ice pack and gently placed it too his jaw, he could already feel the effects of swelling and bruising and it had only happened 5 minutes previous.
I swear what's gonna happen next…will I get hit by a truck or…
Luka;sthoughts were interrupted by the sound of Olivia shouting for a doctor as she and other EMT's brought in a young girl, no older than four, followed by her mother.
"Dr. Kovac, you can assist me with the young girl" called out the authoritive voice of Mark Greene. Luka could feel the bile rising in his throat as memories of one year previous invaded his mind; he set down the ice pack and ran to trauma 2.
Luka pushed open the double doors of trauma 2 and was immediately thrown into the chaos of the trauma. He quickly slipped on his gloves and was helped into a trauma gown by Lydia.
"OK, we have lacerations to the head, arms and torso. Looks like something got imbedded in her torso when the petrol bomb hit his house"
Luka knew that his face must have gone pale from the look that Lydia gave him.
He walked to the head of the gurney just as monitors started to bleep loudly, indicating that the little girls pulse was gone.
"She's in V-tach!" shouted Mark as he readied the paddles.
"Clear!" and the volts in the fragile body sent it off the gurney, and down again with a dull thud, and thankfully a pulse.
"OK, we need to tube her, Kovac"
At the sound of his name Luka looked up and noticed, as if for the first time that he had just been staring into the facing of the little girl, she looked familiar, painfully familiar.
"Luka!" Mark called his name again trying to get his attention, "Tube, Now!"
Luka fumbled with the tube, his vision had become doubled, and the walls of the trauma room were closing in on him, he knew he would regret what he was about to do but he HAD to get out of that room.
"I…sorry…I can't", with that he took off his gloved and walked steadily out of the trauma room without a glance back.
As soon as he walked out of the doors he noticed that he seemed to be shaking uncontrollably;
No, no, no, this can't be happening again, not now!
Luka quickened his pace and his feet brought him to, what he knew would be his only rescue, the drug lock-up.
He picked up the nearest narcotic and put it in his pocket, along with a needle and tourniquet.
He walked briskly to the men's bathroom, he made sure the door was closed and no-one was around, rolled up his sleeve, placed the tourniquet around his forearm, waited what could only be the longest moments of his life until a vein came up, and injected the narcotic, just as he had been doing since they had been taken from him.
Please R&R, it would help me greatly.
I hope I am not being too evil leaving you with a cliff hanger like that, but heh it's the longest chapter so far!
I hope to have the next chapter tomorrow.
