February 7th, 2005

Week 12 of pregnancy

Abby hadn't thrown up in twenty-four hour. She felt good. She felt like she could run a marathon now. Okay, maybe not a marathon, but a brisk walk a thon.

"Did you have a lot of morning sickness when you were pregnant with Cosmo?" Abby asked Susan. The woman began to laugh and she nodded.

"Hell yes. The smell of air made me sick." She said, "Are you nauseous? I can prescribe you something." Abby shook her head.

"I think it's passed for me." She said looking at the board, "We're kind of backed up aren't we?"

"Aren't we always?" She chuckled as Morris walked up to them.

"Would we get in trouble if a child swallowed something of ours?" he asked. Susan and Abby stared at Morris.

"Tell me this was just a hypothetical question." Susan said.

"It sort of is…" Morris looked away. Abby groaned loudly.

"You're unbelievable." She chuckled and walked to the ambulance bay. "What's the ETA of the GSW?" Jake turned and smirked at her.

"Five minutes. You come to help me?" He asked. Abby nodded.

"You're a med student. Can't do one of these alone." She said. He grinned at her. God, she hated that smile. It reminded her of Ray's…sort of.

"You know if you weren't pregnant-"

"Don't finish that statement." Abby warned him. Jake chuckled.

"SO let me ask you something. What do you see in Ray?" He asked,

"You're getting a little personal aren't you?" Abby asked. Jake shrugged his shoulders.

"It's just small talk." Jake said. Abby rolled her eyes as the ambulance screeched into the bay. Doris threw open the back doors and the Hispanic man in the back was screaming. There was so much blood.

"Shit." Abby whispered as she pulled on the gurney. She barely listened to his vitals as she stared at the purple bandana tied on his forearm, right above a tattoo of a Monkey. Her heart pounded.

"Trauma one." She said, glancing back at Jerry. "Get security down here, Jerry."

"What have we got here?" Pratt asked as he walked into the trauma room with Abby.

"Gang banger." She said looking at the man, "Are you a member of Los Monos?"

"I don't have to tell you shit, Punta." He growled. She smiled weakly applying pressure to the wound. He screamed.

"Bitch." he hissed.

"Sorry did that hurt?" She asked.

"What's your name man?" Greg asked. "We need a name or we can't fix you up and those security guards will love leaving you vulnerable to whom ever wants to finish off the job."

"El Lobo." He growled.

"Your gang name will have to do I suppose." Abby said examining the wound.

"His birth name is probably Percival." Greg smiled. Abby couldn't help but to chuckle. Jake rushed into the trauma room.

"I need help. Another member is in." He said. Greg nodded to Abby.

"GO help." He said. Abby peeled her gloves off and followed Jake.

"GSW to the chest. He's lost a lot of blood." He said.

"Next time have a nurse come get someone. You stay with the patient." ABby said going into the hallway. There seemed to be a riot. People were yelling every where. She heard a gunshot. You could never mistake a gunshot. A muscular arm grabbed her and nearly yanked her off of her feet. She looked at saw the familiar Orange bandana around the man's head.

"Let me go!" Abby snapped. One hand slipped over her stomach and her other hand tried to push away from him.

"Don't you dare move, Bitch." Manny Del Riaz hissed. Abby saw the gun come from his pocket. Fear swelled deep inside of her. She didn't care about her own life. She cared about that child growing inside of her. So this was what maternal instinct was. This is what it feels like to be a mother. Right at that moment, she knew Maggie would have had the same feeling inside of her if her children's lives were at stake. It somehow made Maggie a more real parent.

"Pl-Please." Abby whispered. Manny raised the gun up over his head. He pulled the trigger and everyone stopped.
"If anyone moves, This doc will get it in the head." He snapped. Abby couldn't control her shaking. She thought she'd be in my control of her body in situations like this, but she was wrong.

"Look, you don't want to do this." Susan said trying not to move.

"I want him! Tell me where you have the mother fucker!" Manny snapped.

"Who are you looking for?" Susan asked. "Just let my doctor go."

"Yeah right bitch." Manny laughed pressing the gun to Abby's cheek. Tears began to swell in Abby's eyes.

"I'm preg-gnant. Please." Abby whispered.

"I'll shoot your baby if you don't shut the fuck up." Manny hissed. Ray stepped out of the exam room and stared at Abby. What the fuck was going on here?

"Ray, don't do anything." Abby said. Ray boiled with anger. He wasn't supposed to do anything? That freak was holding onto his girl and technically his baby. He had a god damn gun pressed to her.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" El Lobo limped out of the trauma room. Manny turned to him and aimed the gun. Greg rushed out and grabbed El Lobo.

"Don't do this. Not here, Man." Greg said. "There are children here and she's pregnant. If you're going to fucking kill yourselves do it somewhere else." Ray watched Manny and the tears stream down Abby's cheeks. Manny was distracted. He was going to be a hero. Ray bolted and took a running jump into Manny. He let go of Abby. Then there was gun fire. Ray grabbed Abby and pulled her behind the admit desk as the police rushed it.

"Oh G-God." Abby began to sob. She could still feel the gun pressed to her cheek. She wanted to vomit. Ray wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. They listened to what was going on.

"It'll be okay." Ray whispered. They listened to the Police arrest someone. They didn't know who. They didn't care who. Abby thought she'd have grey hair after today. She rubbed her stomach.
"I w-was so afraid the baby-"

"I know." Ray said. Abby pulled away from Ray and stared at him.

"You're bleeding." She said. Ray looked at his arm. "Oh my god. You've been shot." Abby stood up.

"Christ, did it ruin my tat?" Ray growled.

"Fuck your tattoo." Abby grabbed a packet of gauze. She glanced at the floor. El Lobo was laying there dead and Manny was being pulled away. "Susan, Ray's been shot." Abby knelt down and helped Ray remove his jacket. "Does it hurt?"

"I've been shot. It kind of hurts." Ray hissed. Abby pressed the gauze to the wound.

"It doesn't look bad." She said, "I can remove the bullet. It's near the surface."

"I want some kind of medication." Ray said. Abby smiled weakly.

"It'll only take a second." She looked at Susan, "I can do it right?" Susan knelt down to look at Ray's wound.

"Go ahead." She told Abby. Ray groaned loudly. He didn't want Abby pulling anything out of him.

"I didn't want him to kill you or the baby." Ray said.

"He didn't." Abby said reaching into the wound. She gently tugged out the bullet. She plopped it into Susan's hand and immediately began to sew up the small wound and dress it. Ray exhaled and closed his eyes.

"All because I love you guys." Ray mumbled. Abby stared at him and smiled. There was that L-word. She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you." She whispered. Her body was still shaking. She knew she had to calm down. She wanted this baby to be all right especially now Ray risked his life to save it. He saved her too. He loved her. This was all for real.