In Her Eyes

"Come on, come on!!" Susan said, slamming on her horn, letting it blast. The car in front of her wasn't moving and they were at a green light. "Move!! What are you doing?" She yelled at the other driver, her window down and her head out. The car in front of her chugged along as slowly as possible and angered Susan even more.

"Hey...calm down." Sam tried to stay calm herself and to think about anything other than what was happening. There was a life on the line. Abby's life. Sam was so used to being the strong one, but she didn't know if she could this time. With their job, she had to compartmentalize everything around her. If she didn't, she would have an emotional breakdown every day with what was brought into their work place. This was just too much. Everyday, she saw lives being torn apart and death working its' way through people's homes and families. These were strangers she dealt with. Now, the tables were turned. She was experiencing tragedy first hand. She worked with Abby and cared about her. Working in the ER jointly in times that demand courage and heart pulled all the doctors and nurses together. Sam felt close to almost all of her co-workers. She had even hung out with Abby outside of work. Her mind was reeling.

Susan had pulled away from the idiot in front of her, resisting the urge to flip the bird, and sped off down the highway. "I don't understand. We could have helped her. What was she thinking?" The question might have been rhetorical, but Sam didn't care.

"She doesn't want us getting hurt. I understand her." Before Susan had any time to interject, Sam held out her hand to stop her from saying anything so she could continue. "It doesn't mean it was the right thing to do. Because it wasn't. But I can't say that I wouldn't have done the same. She isn't thinking of herself right now. By involving anyone else in her situation, she has put us in danger." Susan shook her head and disagreed.

"We know what we are getting ourselves into. We practically pulled the information out of her. I knew the danger we were in the moment our suspicions were confirmed, and I know you did too." Susan's voice was distressed and she took a sharp left turn, honking at some red truck in her way.

"Yes...but I am just trying to get inside her head. We both know how Abby is. She doesn't like to need any help. She never wants the spotlight on her. This is not her choice. She needs our help and we will help her." There was a long silence and Susan nodded in agreement.

"We are almost there." Susan turned another left corner and drove a couple blocks. Sam's heart was pounding in her chest and she prayed that they weren't too late. Susan slammed on her brakes and turned the engine off, sprinting out of her car. Sam was right behind her, tearing up the stairs. Once up another flight of stairs, Susan stopped and motioned to a door in front of her. They heard a loud scream coming from the room and they shared a petrified look. She nodded and took a deep breath before turning the door knob.

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Meanwhile, Dr. Weaver was on a rampage. She was down her head attending, a resident, and her head nurse. This was not a good day for Weaver or anyone who happened to be around her when she went off. "Pratt! What are you doing? Why aren't you with a patient? This is not the time to be socializing." Her harsh tone snapped Dr. Pratt from his conversation and he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"Dr. Weaver, this is Doctor Barnes. He said he knows you and he wants to talk with you. I will just leave you two alone." Pratt walked away as quickly as he could to get away from Weaver. Dr. Weaver glared at Pratt and then turned to Dr. Barnes, sighing.

"Kerry, it's been a long time." Weaver nodded and drew her brows together in confusion.

"What did you want to talk about, Brian?" She asked, slightly perturbed. Weaver walked with Brian to the doctor's lounge and sat down on the couch, motioning for Brian to follow suit.

"Kerry...What's the matter? You can't catch up with an old friend?" Brian's tone was menacing and Weaver looked up. "I wanted to warn you. There is some talk about how your progress has been going here in the ER. It isn't very good talk. You need to pick it up a little, Kerry. You don't want to lose your job, do you? It's all up to you. Nice talking with you." Brian walked out of the lounge, chuckling darkly. Weaver closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, livid at this man.

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"Abby...you don't seem surprised to see me." Richard was so close, that she could smell the beer he had been drinking. Abby didn't respond, just sat on her bed, wishing for this ordeal to be over. "Come on, Abby... I don't even get a single word?" Abby stared straight ahead and closed her eyes, waiting on the pain. Every word that came from Richard's mouth got angrier and angrier. Suddenly, a fist made contact with Abby's face, causing her to roll off her bed. She landed on the floor, hard and opened her eyes to regain focus. As soon as she tried, a foot swung and embedded itself into her ribs. Abby yelled out in pain. Richard grabbed Abby's face and squeezed. "Shut up!" Spit flew from his mouth and he brought down his fist again. Abby couldn't really tell how many hits she took. To the face, to the side, to her stomach. Everything spun and everything throbbed. There was a slight break for a second and then Richard was right back, swinging and elbowing with all of his drunk might. Abby felt blood all over her face and then all of her attention was a loud snap. She heard a loud scream and then realized it was coming from her mouth. Richard had taken her leg and stomped on her kneecap. Abby struggled to keep from crying, but tears streamed from her eyes. She grabbed her knee in absolute pain and wanted to die. As soon as she thought she had felt the worst pain, it multiplied by a hundred. A sharp object was stabbed into her stomach twice and she screamed louder than before.

Abby expected more pain to follow, but all she hear was low swearing and then Richard leaned down close to her ear and spoke with a ruthless gruff. "See you later, Abby. You were lucky." He left and Abby broke down in tears, holding her hand to her stomach. Gut wrenching sobs filled the room and she felt blood spilling through her fingers.

"Abby!!!! Abby?"

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