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Post by lubyfreaky on Jan 15, 2007 5:17:46 GMT 10
Great Update
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Post by kia on Jan 15, 2007 7:55:23 GMT 10
hope he'll be ok soon! great part.
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Post by luby2534 on Jan 15, 2007 8:08:40 GMT 10
The whole thing was great. Dont change it !!
Cant wait to read the next part !!
Please make it soon !
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Post by lubylover319 on Jan 26, 2007 2:08:17 GMT 10
Chapter Twelve
Abby entered the ER, struggling to support Luka's large frame with her own, much smaller one.
"Frank! I need a bed." Jerry rushed from behind the desk to take Luka. Abby gratefully relinquished her hold on Luka. "Thanks, Jerry."
"Exam Two is open." Frank told her, evidently confused. She followed behind Jerry as Greg Pratt came over, fresh chart in hand.
"Kovac isn't looking too hot, what's the problem?"
"I found him out cold on his bed. He was difficult to wake and once awake not very lucid. He has a fever, heart rate’s abnormally fast, and he's been vomiting." They arrived at the exam room. Haleh was already at work, changing a barely conscious Luka into a hospital gown.
"He just got back from Africa, right?" Pratt asked as Abby instinctively gloved up and started an IV.
"A week ago." Pratt removed his stethoscope and began examining Luka.
"Temp's 102." Haleh announced. Abby looked over at Luka, who was out again. The hospital staff worked around her, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were on Luka. She brushed back his hair with a hand, and then gently wiped away tiny beads of sweat from his face. He was so deathly pale, and that scared her. She stroked his arm, almost as if touching him would make everything okay.
"Abby, why don't you sit down." Chuny suggested, pushing a chair over to where she stood. Abby complied, arms wrapped around her middle. She closed her eyes. Please just let him be okay.
"Don't worry, honey," Haleh said, almost as if reading her thoughts. She laid a comforting hand on Abby's shoulder. "We'll find out what's wrong with him."
Abby looked up at the older woman, attempting a shaky smile. "I hope so." She whispered. There was nothing else to do but wait. So she waited, all the while holding on to Luka's warm, limp hand. One by one the nurses and doctors left, until it was just the two of them. Slowly the quiet of the hospital room lulled Abby to sleep.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open as Luka's heart monitor shrilled in warning. She stood up, alarmed but not knowing what to do. Carter and Haleh rushed in with Pratt and Chuny following.
"He's in V-tach." Haleh announced.
"Alright, let's get him to Trauma One." When Abby arrived at the trauma room, Carter was already intubating. Everyone looked up as the monitors took on a different sound.
"Asystole." One of the nurses, she didn't bother with who, informed the busy doctors. Her vision swam as tears formed in her eyes.
"Starting compressions." Pratt announced.
"This can't be happening." Abby said, but no one heard her. Carter glanced at Abby and then exchanged concerned looks with Haleh.
"Haleh, take Abby to the lounge."
She threw off the hand Haleh placed on her arm. "No! I'm staying with him!"
"Paddles." Carter requested. "Charge 150. Clear!" Pratt stood back. The tears spilled over onto her cheeks as she watched Luka's body jolt with the shock. No change. Pratt resumed compressions. “You aren't staying, Abby. You shouldn't even be in here.”
"I’m not leaving him!" She cried, desperately trying to make them understand.
"Think of your baby. You’re getting hysterical and you need to calm down." Abby gave in at that small reminder and allowed Haleh to lead her out of the room.
"I’m not going to make you wait in the lounge, you can stay here." Haleh said, once they were through the double doors.
"Thank you." The other nurse nodded with compassionate eyes before walking back into the room.
She watched as they shocked him again and again. His body was maxed out on every drug. Still, they kept going. On some level she knew it was solely for her benefit. All too soon, it was over. She saw the change in Carter's face as he put the paddles back, and in Pratt's as he stood back for the final time. She couldn't bear to look as Carter snapped off his gloves, calling time of death. She did see them cover Luka with a sheet, each face etched with sadness. And then she was sobbing, loud, harsh sobs raw with emotion.
"I'm sorry, Abby, but he's gone." Carter said, telling her what she already knew yet didn't want to believe. She slid down the wall to the floor, hands covering her face. Someone was shaking her shoulder.
"Abby. Wake up, Abby." She opened her eyes. Chuny was looking at her, concerned. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied, standing up. Abby glanced around the room, relieved to find everything as it had been when she drifted off. Luka was still alive. He was sleeping, chest rising and falling rhythmically. “Are his labs back yet?”
“Yup. It’s malaria, P. falciparum.”
“The more severe strain.”
Chuny nodded. “It might take a while, but he’ll be okay. We caught it early.” She held up a tray. “I’m bringing the meds right now.”
“Wonderful.” Dr. Chen came in. “So how bad is it?” Abby directed her question at the other woman.
“We’re going to have to keep him in the hospital for a while. As you know, the strain he has is very dangerous. We need to monitor him for complications up in the ICU, at least until the worst has passed.”
“Thank you, Dr. Chen.”
“Just doing my job. Listen, why don’t you go home and rest for a bit. We’ve got it covered here.”
Abby shook her head. “I’d rather stay with him, if that’s okay.” Chen shrugged.
“Fine by me. They’re going to be moving him soon. I’ll make sure there’s a cot up there for you.”
“That would be wonderful. Thanks again.”
“No problem.” She turned to leave, but stopped. “He’ll pull through this, Abby. He’s been through too much to let this take him now.” Chen gave a smile, meant to encourage her, but there was a flicker of doubt in the doctor’s eyes. The door shut behind Chen as she left.
It wasn’t too long before Abby was stretched out on a cot in ICU, preparing herself for a night of fitful sleeping. The only sound in the private room was Luka’s breathing and the blipping of the various machines he was attached to. Her tired body battled with her restless mind for control before she finally fell asleep.
A/N: Had you fooled now, didn't I? I would never kill Luka off! Story's coming to a close, still one more chapter left. Let me know what you think and, as always, enjoy!
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Post by *Natalie* on Jan 26, 2007 6:04:10 GMT 10
I thought you had killed him off So glad it was all a dream Can't believe your finishing this i love this fic natalie x
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Post by ERFanRach on Jan 26, 2007 6:04:53 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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lubylover319
Lady of Luby
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Post by lubylover319 on Feb 7, 2007 5:40:31 GMT 10
Chapter Thirteen
He slept through the majority of those first three days with brief periods of consciousness. He wasn't really there though- he was home in Croatia. Out of all the Croatian Luka spoke in that period, she only understood three words:
Jasna. Marko. Danijela.
It amazed her how those three words had the ability to make her doubt everything they'd endured. To make her doubt that he'd left behind his ghosts. That she had finally shaken off her demons.
It was a scary place for her- watching him to fight for his life as she fought for her life with him. It was so far removed from anything she'd gone through with Maggie. She hadn't chosen Maggie, but loved her mother nonetheless. In a sense, she hadn't picked him either- he'd found her. Found her and gave her no other option but to love him. Because she did… love him. Even now as she was torn apart by jealousy over his dead wife. Right now, though it was painful and lonely, she loved him.
And that's why she sat here, watching him sleep and dream about another, often forgetting to eat and sleep herself. For love.
Abby carried on with work. It was the only way she could stop thinking about Luka. Stop worrying about him not getting better. Working in the ER forced you to focus on the task at hand. It was the only way to cope down there. But she was here now, in front of his hospital room. Luka was awake and asking for her. She pushed past the demons and ghosts as she opened the door and stepped inside.
Luka was lying in bed, staring out the window, when she walked in. He turned at the sound of her footsteps.
"Hey." He smiled at her weakly.
"Hey yourself. How're you feeling?"
He took her hand, forcing her to sit down. "Pretty shitty at the moment."
"Your doctor seems happy with the progress you've made. Did he talk to you yet and explain what happened?"
"He says I'm still looking at another week in here, and that's if I'm lucky."
"At least you're still alive." Abby said softly, dropping his hand as she stood to her feet. She picked up his chart from the end of the bed. "Your parasitic count has decreased. No sign of resistance to the drugs. And your fever's broken." She placed the chart on the end of his bed. It was too much for her. She turned her back to him. "I thought… I was going to lose you." Silent tears fell from her eyes.
"Abby... come here." He made room for her on the bed and took her into his arms. He could feel her tears seeping through the thin hospital gown. The fever had sapped his strength, but he was more than willing to use whatever he had left to comfort her." Its okay, I'm still here. You aren't getting rid of me that easily." It was a poor attempt to make her laugh, but it worked.
"Sorry, I'm being silly."
"No, not silly, honest. I really worried you didn't I?" He kissed her hair. "I'm sorry, Abby."
"It's not like you can help acquiring a potentially deadly strain of malaria."
"Still."
"Shh… not another word about it."
"Yes, ma'am." He said teasingly, but she could hear the growing fatigue behind his words.
"I'm wearing you out. I should go." She made a move to leave, but he tightened his arms around her.
"No, stay."
"You need your rest more than you need me." She argued.
"I beg to differ." He returned seriously. She laughed at his words, flattered, but not giving in just yet.
"I have a shift to get back to."
"I'm sure they won't mind if you’re a little late." She sighed, exasperated.
"If I show you something, will you let me leave?"
"Depends on what it is."
"You'll like it, I promise." He released her reluctantly.
"Fine." She left, returning a few minutes later with a fetal heart monitor. She arranged her clothes, moving the machine around for a few minutes. Finally, the two listened in awe as the sound of their child’s heartbeat filled the room. They shared a smile. The look on his face told her that this- their relationship, the baby- was for real. The others were gone.
“I’d better go.” He was fading on her. She turned the machine off and stood up.
"Thank you, Abby." He said, fingers brushing her stomach. She kissed him softly.
"Your welcome." He was sound asleep when Abby slipped out of the room.
xxxxxxx
It took Luka nearly a month to recover; his progress was, at times, painfully slow. Abby was just glad to have him back and mostly healthy.
“I dreamed about them… while I was sick.” He told her his first night home. She didn’t say anything, just waited for him to continue. “I said goodbye to them, Abby. For good. It’s just us now, no ghosts.” Her eyes met his, the emotion in them intense.
“I know.”
“I love you, and only you.”
She smiled into the darkness, kissing him. “Trust me, the feeling’s mutual.”
A/N: And that, my friends, is the end. A bit of a weird way to end it, I know. I just didn’t want this to drag out for too long. I now have three completed non one-shots under my belt. Yay!! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Post by strausser on Feb 7, 2007 6:32:57 GMT 10
what?!! it's beautiful but so unexpected though thanks very much for writing this beautiful fic
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Post by *Natalie* on Feb 7, 2007 7:50:05 GMT 10
Can believe its over Great fic Hope theres more from you soon natalie x
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Post by kia on Feb 9, 2007 4:56:13 GMT 10
awww, I love the way you ended your FF. And, of course, I enjoyed reading it. I'm already waiting for your new stories.
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