Here's the new chapter... I would advice you to NOT read the next bit unless you want my weird ramble... but ENJOY!!

I'm SOOO sorry it took me so long, but first my internet didn't work and then I had to go on a camp (a geek camp.. with the geek club... kinda like a danish 4H or beta club or something, except it's the 'geekiest' students from different schools in all of the Copenhagen area)... It was kinda cool though, cause I got to spend a week in my school (yep, I was on hoe base :P) and sleep in the biology room... hehe
And well, (sorry for rambling, but I'm bored) our 'slogan' is something along the lines with: "ATU (the name of the 'club' thing) - It's awesome to be smart together!", but last night one of the boys told the camera (yeah, it was all being filmed for a documentary for the danish education part of the government) that ATU wasn't about being smart together, but being freaking DRUNK together...
Snce well, there had after all been drinking parties EVERY single night... like half the people were completely hung over the entire week :P It was so much fun :P
I didn't join the parties though, at least not really, but yesterday I joined them just to watch and OMG!! The boys took turns to pull the girls onto a couch they'd taken from the basement and gave them pretty ehm... graphic lap dances while the others were rubbing up against each other while pulling off their clothes and making out in nothing but theír underwear, while the girls were doing the same on the tables... It seriously felt like I had walked in on a porn movie!!
And the coolest thing was, the teachers knew all about it! The same evening they had been handing out diplomas for all these categories we had made ourselves... Everything from biggest hungover to best drunken perfomance...
But I guess that's what happens when you put a group (about 25 I think) of 16/17 year old danes together for a week in a school... No wonder we're the country in the world where the young people drink the most... That was just proven (since these people were after all supposed to be the geekiest teenagers in Copenhagen)


Chapter 34 - Trauma

"What do we have?"

"15 year old girl collapsed in school, they believe she's having a miscarriage." The paramedics started wheeling the gurney into the hospital with the doctors and nurses. "Unconscious at the scene and she still hasn't woken up. Her BP's low and she seems pretty dehydrated and underweight. She's got some bruises in her face and on her stomach." Getting her into the trauma room and attaching the IV, the paramedics walked back towards the swing doors. "Let us know how she does."

The doctor nodded and turned back to the unconscious girl on the gurney. "Can someone get her a gown? We need to get this clothes off of her."

"Hey." Dr. Kovac looked up from the patient to look at his wife entering the room. "Did any of you call for a psych consult?"

"No, try next door. I think Dr..."

"Dr. Kovac!" He looked back at the nurse as she interrupted him mid sentence. "It looks like she's regaining consciousness." She nodded towards the girl, and Dr. Kovac noticed her eyelids fluttering.

"Wait, is that Abby?" She had looked down at the patient as she was walking through the room. Taking a better look at her, Dr. Kovac could see what his wife meant. It did look a lot like her. It probably was her.

"Oh God!" Both doctors looked up to see the horrified look on the nurses' faces. And when they saw why, their facial expressions turned the same way. The nurses were taking off her pants so they could examine her and put a gown on her, but they hadn't expected her legs to look like that. They were completely bruised and bloody with cuts and burn marks.

"Abby, honey, wake up." Dr. Kovac gently shook her as her husband helped the nurses cut off Abby's shirt. Her upper body looked just as bad as her legs, except her stomach which seemed to have been the primary punching bag.

Getting closer and closer to regain consciousness, Abby moaned in pain as one of the nurses touched her back.

"Hey, turn her around." They pulled off the rest of her shirt as they turned her to the side. Closing her eyes, Dr. Kovac placed her hand in front of her mouth. "Okay, we need to get her cleaned up, and then some of these wounds definitely need to get stitched up."

"And so does some of these." The nurse held up Abby's arm as they put her back down on her back. "She's got 11 cuts on her arm, some looking a bit older than the others."

When Abby pulled away her arm, they realized she was awake, and Dr. Kovac grabbed her hand which was shaking as she tried to hold onto the sheet on the gurney.

"It's okay, Abby. You're safe. Do you know where you are?" She looked around panicked, freezing up when she realized she was practically naked.

"The hospital." Her voice was weak and she sounded scared.

"Do you remember what happened?" The nurse came over and tried putting the gown on her, but Abby struggled against it.

"I can't be here, I have to go." She tried sitting up, but clutching her stomach in pain she fell back down.

"We need an ultrasound in here, now!"

"Abby, follow my finger. Do you know what happened?" Stopping the struggling, she tried following the finger, knowing that she wouldn't get out of here anytime soon. She didn't last very long though, just attempting to follow the finger gave her a headache.

"She's got a concussion." She didn't need the nurses to say that, she already knew. It was becoming a pretty regular thing.

"My stomach started hurting, and then everything turned black." She bit her lip, not wanting her eyes to tear up. "I wanna go home." Giving her a small smile, Dr. Kovac shook her head.

"Not yet, sweetie."

"Abby, did you know you were pregnant?" She looked at the nurse who was standing on the other side of her before looking down, biting her lip.

"Yes." She spoke barely above a whisper, but they still heard her.

"We're sorry, Abby. You're having a miscarriage." Shaking her head, she felt her eyes staring to tear up even though she really tried to stop them.

"I don't care, I don't care! I don't want it anyways. He doesn't want it!"

"Who, Abby? Who doesn't want it?" Biting her lip she looked up at the ceiling as they continued to painfully examine her. Damn, she'd said too much. She wasn't good under pressure, and this sure was one of the more extreme cases of pressure. "The person who got you pregnant?" Not knowing what else to do, she nodded slightly as she felt a tear make it's way down her cheek. "Is that who did this to you?" Again she nodded. It was barely visible, but she did.

"Oww." She winced as Dr. Kovac pressed down on her side.

"Where the hell is that ultrasound?" Biting her lip she looked away, somewhat happy that the subject had been changed.

"Here it is." The nurse handed him the machine, and a few seconds later she felt the cold metal against her stomach..

"Damn. Someone call OR and tell them we'll be up soon. She's got a ruptured spleen." Feeling more and more tired, Abby looked away. She didn't want a surgery, but she knew she had no choice.

"Abby, we need to call your parents." This made her head snap back towards Luka's mom.

"No, you can't! Please!" Now tears were running down her cheeks, and she couldn't stop them. "Don't call them!" They were all looking confused at her as she fought to keep her eyes open.

"Abby..."

"Just... don't!" Her eyelids started getting heavier and heavier. "But my brother. Someone needs to pick up Eric." Her voice got weaker and weaker, and she saw Dr. Kovac nodding just as everything turned black again.

"She's out. I guess we're gonna have to double sign it." Signing the chart he handed it back to the nurse. "Take her up."

"What about her miscarriage?" He took a deep breath, looking at the pale, bruised girl in front of him.

"They're gonna have to take care of that at the same time." Nodding, the two nurses started wheeling her towards the elevator.

"You don't think that... Luka..."

"No!" She interrupted her husband. "It might seem like a possibility, but there's no way he would do that to her! To anyone!" Sighing he nodded.

"I know. I guess it's just since he spent all weekend with her, and those wounds all seemed really new..."

"But there were also some really old ones."

"I guess." He looked at his wife, and for a while both of them stayed quiet. "Anyways, I have patients to see." She nodded and he started to leave the room. "And ehm... Page me, if you hear anything."

"I will."


She leaned up against the wall as he left the room. It killed her not knowing what had happened. Even though this would be absolutely horrible no matter who it happened to, this hit her extra hard. She knew her, she knew Abby. She knew how much she meant to Luka, and she couldn't blame him. She had met her quite a few times over the past 6 to 7 months, and she had grown to really care about her as well.

She'd had a feeling all along that something was wrong with Abby, but she had still gotten more surprised than she would have thought when she saw all those bruises and wounds on her pale, skinny body. It was definitely abuse, there was no doubt about that, but she couldn't make any assumptions till she knew more. And judging by the state she was in, both mentally and physically, she had a pretty good idea that she would be seeing Abby a lot in the upcoming time. She was after all the most experienced psychiatrist in the hospital, specializing in traumas such as these.

Sighing she picked up the bloody clothes which was still laying on the floor, putting it into a plastic bag so she could give it to the police as evidence.

She looked up as the swinging doors flew up and the paramedics rolled in a gurney, followed by the multiple doctors and nurses.

"Multiple GSWs. There was a gang shooting down by the 'L'."

"Someone call the blood bank. We need lots of O-negative and blood specifics." Sighing again, she made her way out of the room without even being noticed. They were way too busy to have noticed if someone was seizing on the floor.