Post by manu on Aug 20, 2007 2:04:01 GMT 10
Here is my new FanFiction, I hope you like it!!!
Bring me to life
Introduction: Numb
What does this mean? That was the question, racing through Luka’s mind when he ran up the stairs to her apartment. After a shift with multiple MVAs he only wished to sleep, but there was a message on his answering machine. A message from Abby. He heard that she was crying and what she said, her words rebuilt in his mind over and over again:
“Luka, I can’t go on … I … thank you for being there for me …”.
That was all, the parts of this sentence were interrupted by her sobbing: She sounded broken, so broken like he never heard her before, even in her darkest hours. He had been with her through a much, he had seen her down – down, like himself sometimes. He had been through a much too.
There was a kind of worry inside him, he still cared so much for her, she still gave him worries. Their break-up was a year ago. Both moved on, as good as they were able to. She had a relationship with Carter. Had … they broke up about two month ago. And he … he had one woman after the other. Not every night, but almost. He tried to numb himself. These women meant nothing to him. He loved Danijela, he loved Abby. And then their break-up. It was the silliest thing he had ever done. As much as he whished to cancel this night, he couldn’t. He still loved her.
They were friends, good friends and he was happy about that. Their friendship meant everything to him, it gave him a hold in his life that he needed so much.
Standing in front of her door, he stopped just for a second. There was no noises inside, he hoped that everything was allright with her. But something inside him already knew that nothing was allright. He knocked. Once, twice. With the third time he called her name, but no answer. His worry for her, his protective instinct grew with every second. He kept standing in front of her door, screaming her name once again. No answer. He began to search for a key. He still knew that she always had one on her door frame. He finally touched the little metalic thing and opened the door to her apartment. Everything was dark. No lamp, no candle. Just the darkness, He was afraid of what he would find. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He recognized a small ray of light, coming from her bathroom. He called her name again and walked quickly towards the light. He opened the door and there she laid. Abby. Unconiscious on her bathroom-floor.
“Abby.”, his voice came out in a whisper. He kneeled down to her, reaching for her pulse. “Shit.”, this was his only comment. Trying to wake her up, he realized what she had done. A bottle of Whiskey laid in her sink. And a pack of Diphenhydramine. 25 milligrams. Two sheets were missing.
“Turn her head if she vomits.”, Kerry said, when Abby was rolled out of the ambulance.
“She’s cyanotic.”, Luka said. “I found her in her apartment. She took Diphenhydramine and a bottle of Whiskey.”, he explained and walked by.
“How much?”, Pratt asked. Luka kept looking at her, not believing this whole situation. Not really believing that it was Abby, laying on this gurney. Pale skin, closer to death than to life. “Luka!”, Pratt interrupted his stare at her. “How much did she take?”.
“”Two sheets were missing.”, he answered, when they finally reached Trauma 1. Chuny brought Luka outside the Trauma room, explaining that he couldn’t help her because she realized that he was shaking.
“She’s completely unresponsive.”
“Get a mask going at ten liters.”
“Her breath are shallow, but airway’s clear.”
“CBC, Chem-20, blood and tox screen.”
The sentences coming out of the Trauma room, filled his head. He was a doctor, but he couldn’t help her now. His fist clenched as he realized that he was unable to do something. All he could do was praying. His words came out in a whisper. The world around him seemed to disappear. He only saw her, his eyes fixed on her. Hoping that she was going through it, because he needed her. He still needed her. He couldn’t lose her. Not now.
When she opened her eyes there was just a blurry view at her hospital room. She closed her eyes again. She was so unbelievable tired. Her mind was racing and she finally realized that someone found her. She noticed the tube, which stuck in her throat. Then she heard some machines. Beeping. Like a distant echo. She tried hard to open her eyes again. Finally she succeded, looking at the ceiling. Her eyes began to search for something and suddenly someone touched her hand. She saw Luka standing at her side, a weak smile on his face.
“I need you to cough, when I remove the tube okay?”, he said in a low voice. She closed her eyes for a second and he understood. He removed the tube quickly, she was breathing hardly in the first second. She looked at him and he pushed her hand softly. “Just sleep now, Abby.”, he said and caressed with his hand over her cheek. Abby nodded, almost not visible.
He was on her side all the time. She was intubated for almost seven hours, down in the ER his collegues tried to save her for over an hour. When she finally was stable, he was more than relieved. They brought her up to the ICU and he took a chair, sitting down and observing her. Keep asking himself why. Why – three letters, but no answer. Why …
Bring me to life
Introduction: Numb
What does this mean? That was the question, racing through Luka’s mind when he ran up the stairs to her apartment. After a shift with multiple MVAs he only wished to sleep, but there was a message on his answering machine. A message from Abby. He heard that she was crying and what she said, her words rebuilt in his mind over and over again:
“Luka, I can’t go on … I … thank you for being there for me …”.
That was all, the parts of this sentence were interrupted by her sobbing: She sounded broken, so broken like he never heard her before, even in her darkest hours. He had been with her through a much, he had seen her down – down, like himself sometimes. He had been through a much too.
There was a kind of worry inside him, he still cared so much for her, she still gave him worries. Their break-up was a year ago. Both moved on, as good as they were able to. She had a relationship with Carter. Had … they broke up about two month ago. And he … he had one woman after the other. Not every night, but almost. He tried to numb himself. These women meant nothing to him. He loved Danijela, he loved Abby. And then their break-up. It was the silliest thing he had ever done. As much as he whished to cancel this night, he couldn’t. He still loved her.
They were friends, good friends and he was happy about that. Their friendship meant everything to him, it gave him a hold in his life that he needed so much.
Standing in front of her door, he stopped just for a second. There was no noises inside, he hoped that everything was allright with her. But something inside him already knew that nothing was allright. He knocked. Once, twice. With the third time he called her name, but no answer. His worry for her, his protective instinct grew with every second. He kept standing in front of her door, screaming her name once again. No answer. He began to search for a key. He still knew that she always had one on her door frame. He finally touched the little metalic thing and opened the door to her apartment. Everything was dark. No lamp, no candle. Just the darkness, He was afraid of what he would find. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He recognized a small ray of light, coming from her bathroom. He called her name again and walked quickly towards the light. He opened the door and there she laid. Abby. Unconiscious on her bathroom-floor.
“Abby.”, his voice came out in a whisper. He kneeled down to her, reaching for her pulse. “Shit.”, this was his only comment. Trying to wake her up, he realized what she had done. A bottle of Whiskey laid in her sink. And a pack of Diphenhydramine. 25 milligrams. Two sheets were missing.
“Turn her head if she vomits.”, Kerry said, when Abby was rolled out of the ambulance.
“She’s cyanotic.”, Luka said. “I found her in her apartment. She took Diphenhydramine and a bottle of Whiskey.”, he explained and walked by.
“How much?”, Pratt asked. Luka kept looking at her, not believing this whole situation. Not really believing that it was Abby, laying on this gurney. Pale skin, closer to death than to life. “Luka!”, Pratt interrupted his stare at her. “How much did she take?”.
“”Two sheets were missing.”, he answered, when they finally reached Trauma 1. Chuny brought Luka outside the Trauma room, explaining that he couldn’t help her because she realized that he was shaking.
“She’s completely unresponsive.”
“Get a mask going at ten liters.”
“Her breath are shallow, but airway’s clear.”
“CBC, Chem-20, blood and tox screen.”
The sentences coming out of the Trauma room, filled his head. He was a doctor, but he couldn’t help her now. His fist clenched as he realized that he was unable to do something. All he could do was praying. His words came out in a whisper. The world around him seemed to disappear. He only saw her, his eyes fixed on her. Hoping that she was going through it, because he needed her. He still needed her. He couldn’t lose her. Not now.
When she opened her eyes there was just a blurry view at her hospital room. She closed her eyes again. She was so unbelievable tired. Her mind was racing and she finally realized that someone found her. She noticed the tube, which stuck in her throat. Then she heard some machines. Beeping. Like a distant echo. She tried hard to open her eyes again. Finally she succeded, looking at the ceiling. Her eyes began to search for something and suddenly someone touched her hand. She saw Luka standing at her side, a weak smile on his face.
“I need you to cough, when I remove the tube okay?”, he said in a low voice. She closed her eyes for a second and he understood. He removed the tube quickly, she was breathing hardly in the first second. She looked at him and he pushed her hand softly. “Just sleep now, Abby.”, he said and caressed with his hand over her cheek. Abby nodded, almost not visible.
He was on her side all the time. She was intubated for almost seven hours, down in the ER his collegues tried to save her for over an hour. When she finally was stable, he was more than relieved. They brought her up to the ICU and he took a chair, sitting down and observing her. Keep asking himself why. Why – three letters, but no answer. Why …