A/N: I wrote this or rather started it while I was at BCT/AIT in my down time since I couldn't use the internet at the time. Please take a moment to read and review when you get done let me know if you like it or not. Imput is always needed and apprecitated so that I know what I am doing right or wrong. Also I have only seen a few episodes of Season 13 cause I haven't been able to watch TV so if something doesn't match up.. hey it's fiction.
Chapter 2: Chicago
"Abby!"
Abby sighed hearing her name screeched. "I'm on my break." Simple response, yet she knew it wasn't going to pacify anyone.
"Your John Doe in three is trying to circle the drain."
"Ah hell," Abby said as she pulled herself from where she had been sitting down.
"Sorry Abby, but we are short handed again today."
"When aren't we short handed?" Abby slowly waddled toward her patient.
"Going to be worse here soon, what you have another eight weeks?"
Abby walked into the room where her patient was. "I stopped counting." She snapped on her gloves. "Amp of epi, get me the crash cart." Smooth as silk. "Luka was driving me crazy." Abby's eyes were on the patient, watching to see if she could stop her patients decent.
"Ah, he is just excited."
"Sam." Abby paused for a brief second to make eye contact with the nurse. "He's beyond excited. Crawling ever closer to going over the line with each breath he takes." Abby switched gears once more, "charge to three hundred." She took the paddles moving closer, "clear." Pause to make sure before she shocked her patient. Her thoughts were no longer on Luka and the baby. "Another amp of epi and charge to three sixty," Abby continued on with the motions of trying to save her patient.
Several shocks and epis later her patients heart was beating again, barely but it was beating. She packed him up and found him a nice warm bed on the ICU floor.
"I'm going to go eat." She said looking quickly around the ER where all seemed calm. But that calm could be rather deceiving masking the onslaught that usually followed.
Abby pulled on her coat. The air outside on the chilly side due to a storm making it's way through Chicago. She made her way over towards the coffee stand to get something hot to drink while on her break. Coffee and Danish had been calling her since her first break attempt. She found a place to sit that was out of the wind. The alley way where Dr. Ross and Dr. Greene would play basketball several years ago, so much had changed since she'd moved down to the ER first as a med student, then nurse and now doctor. Many had come and gone. Dr. Ross moving to Seattle, then Dr. Greene and Dr. Gallant had both died. Dr. Greene passed away due to brain cancer, Dr. Gallant had been a soldier and died in Iraq when insurgents attacked his convoy. Even a war overseas had managed to touch her life. And then floating across her mind that hadn't been there in months she found herself thinking about John Carter. A stranger almost to her now for Abby hadn't heard from John in nearly two years and it seemed an odd time for him to find his way into her mind.