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The
Longest Day 2b Episode 12b written by Janey
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Disclaimer: The characters in the following fan fiction do not belong to me. They belong to CBS and Viacom and other powers that be. I am only using them for the purpose ofwriting this story. No money is being made from this writing it is for entertainment purposes only. And now on with the show... Abby
opened her eyes. It was almost dark. But the light from the barn fire made it
reasonably easy to see. She sat up and gasped as horrific pain shot up her leg.
Feeling down her left leg she found a small wooden stake had pinned her leg to the
dirt. She gritted
her teeth and pulled the wood from its place at the back of her calf.
She breathed hard, trying to stop herself from screaming into the night. Blood
flowed freely from the wound. "Not
good, not good," she repeated to herself. Ripping a piece of cloth from
her already
tattered skirt she wrapped it round her leg and tied it tight. The
she started crawling towards the barn, looking for Steve. She
found him beneath a large piece of wood blown out from the back wall of the barn. After
dragging the wood off him she checked for new injuries. Steve
had a new wound on his forehead where the wood must have hit him, but other
than that she found nothing. She
shook Steve and called his name but she received no response. Just
then another explosion rocked the ground. The heat had reached one of the propane
canisters. It was
too dangerous to stay here, she decided. She
grabbed hold of Steve's arm and began to pull him away from the fire. She
kept going as far, and for as long, as she could. First dragging herself by the
elbows and then pulling Steve after her. It was
hard work, her head was pounding, her aching legs screamed as the damaged skin
made contact with the dirt. Her hands seemed reluctant to help her pull, and
sweat was running down her face and into her eyes making it difficult to see. She
stopped and looked around. She had managed to work them away from the fire, and
behind some bushes, onto a patch of grass. At least it was more comfortable than
the soil. She
closed her eyes. Rest. Just for a moment, she thought. Dr.
Mark Sloan paced up and down the doctor's lounge while Drs. Amanda Bentley and
Jesse Travis watched helplessly. Steve's
Captain had phoned at approximately they
had lost contact with Steve and were unable to locate his car. At was no
sign of Steve. Consequently,
every emergency patient that came in through the doors of Community
General was scrutinised to make sure it wasn't Steve. The
other hospitals in the area had been put on alert to call if anyone matching Steve's
description was admitted, but so far nothing. Captain
Newman called every hour, checking in with Mark, but still nothing. Mark
was beyond reasoning with. He wouldn't eat, sleep or rest and he only drank coffee
or water when Jesse or Amanda insisted. Jesse
and Amanda's shifts ended hours ago, but they wouldn't go and leave Mark alone. "Steve
was watching an apartment, there was a bank robbery, he followed the suspects
to a warehouse in the valley, and then nothing." Mark was going over the
basics of what he had been told by Captain Newman. He
continued pacing. The
phone rang. Mark
stopped in mid stride and stared at the phone. A feeling of dread washed over
him. Seeing
the colour drain from his face, Amanda leapt up and guided him to a chair. Jesse
reached for the phone. "Jesse
Travis here, ……. Yes Captain Newman he's here, ………………" Jesse
continued to listen. His skin went clammy and he began to feel light-headed. "T-Thank
you,……….I'll, .. I'll tell him." He put the phone down and turned to
look at Mark. "It's
Steve isn't it? They've found him. How bad is he?" Mark's voice sounded husky
and tight. Jesse
sat down next to Mark and put a hand on his arm. "No,"
Amanda stifled a sob. Jesse
tried to break the news gently. "There
was a fire in the valley, a barn. It was set purposefully, the barn was full
of propane canisters and gas cans." Mark
swallowed; his throat suddenly tight and restricting. A single tear rolled down
his cheek. "They've
found a body, it's very badly burned." Mark
shook his head. It wasn't his son - it couldn't be. Jesse
tried to continue. "Mark;
Mark they found Steve's badge near the body." Mark
slumped forward and put his head in his hands. Amanda looked at Jesse with tear
pricked, pain-filled eyes, to see Jesse wiping tears from his own eyes with the
back of his hand. "I
need to see him." Mark's voice was so small. "Mark,
are you sure?" asked Amanda, well aware of the effects of fire on the human
body. Mark
nodded. "I need to say goodbye." Jesse
nodded. "Captain Newman is sending a car to take us there." Mark
stood slowly, suddenly feeling age beyond his years, and removed his white coat.
Amanda helped him put on his jacket. Slowly
they walked to the front of the hospital to wait for the car. The
two hour journey was a silent one. Mark sat between Amanda and Jesse, tears rolling
slowly down his face. Amanda
held his hand and was glad of the contact as she struggled with her grief.
Jesse placed his hand on Mark's arm occasionally squeezing, both giving and
receiving comfort from the small action. The
fire was mostly out by the time Mark, Jesse and Amanda arrived at the scene. Two
fire crews had remained to ensure the smouldering embers were damped down; and
there was an ambulance in attendance. As
they pulled up at the barn Captain Newman walked towards the car. Jesse,
Mark and Amanda got out. "Where
is he?" Mark's voice quivered with emotion. "Dr.
Sloan, we…." began Captain Newman, but as Mark raised his eyes, the Captain
new he had to explain what they had discovered quickly. "It's
not Steve," he said plainly. Mark's
mouth dropped open. "Not Steve?" he gasped. The
Captain shook his head. "The first officer on the scene did not know
your son
personally, and was only aware of the general description given out regarding
Steve. When I checked the deceased I realised he was the wrong build, too
tall." "Then
Steve is still missing?" he asked. The
Captain nodded. "At the moment," he added. An
officer came walking towards them. "Captain?" Captain
Newman turned to face the officer. "Yes, Officer "We've
found some tracks, looks like something heavy has been dragged from the scene."
He pointed away from the barn on the other side. Captain
Newman, Officer Taylor, Mark, Jesse and Amanda began to run passed the charred
ruins of the barn and round the other side of the cordoned area. them
away from the barn. After
going about twenty steps he stopped. "The tracks have disappeared,"
he said.
"Must be due to the fire appliances coming in and out." "Fan
out," said the Captain, "we'll check this whole area." They
began to spread out using the light from the full moon to help them. "Mark!"
yelled Jesse. "Over here, Mark. He's here!" Mark
ran over to where Jesse was standing. "Oh
my god." He exclaimed when he saw how badly hurt Steve was. "Mark,
there's a woman over here," called Amanda, "she needs some help
too, she's
in a bad way." "Go
on, I'll look after Steve," reassured Jesse. Mark
knew it was the best thing to do; he was too emotionally stretched to be of any
medical use to his son. "There's
another ambulance on the way," shouted Mark
checked the girl over. "Who
could do this to a human being?" he muttered. He
inserted a drip line and ran antibiotics as a caution; he managed to dress the
main wounds and then helped Amanda lift the girl onto a stretcher and cover her to
keep her warm. He
left Amanda watching her vital signs while he went to check on Steve. Jesse
was still kneeling beside Steve. "Mark,"
said Jesse looking up, "it's pretty bad." Jesse
had worked fast on Steve. "He's
got a nasty head wound, his hands and wrists are swollen and bruised, his got
three cracked ribs and he's been shot once in each thigh, through and through
in both cases. The break to his left leg is the biggest problem, although
it is a clean brake there are signs of infection and he has a slight fever.
We're replacing his fluid as quickly as we can and I've piggybacked an antibiotic.
He's suffering from dehydration, slight concussion, shock, and we'll need
to check him thoroughly for smoke inhalation and any air way damage." Mark
nodded, unsure of what to say. His fixed his gaze on the gentle rise and fall
of his son's chest. "How's
the girl?" asked Jesse. Mark dragged his gaze from his son. "She's
dehydrated and she's got cuts and abrasions to her legs and hands. There are a
couple of deeper wounds on her thigh, caused by a knife I think, and her face
has been used as a punch bag. She may need some cosmetic surgery for the deeper
wounds but she doesn't have a fever and there are no obvious signs of concussion,
I've started fluids and antibiotics." stated Mark. Jesse
nodded. "They've had one heck of a day." The
approaching siren cut through the conversation and Mark went forward to make sure
the paramedics loading the woman into the first ambulance knew to take her to Amanda
said she would ride with the girl and make sure the ER team knew of her injuries
and her treatment so far. Mark
and Jesse rode in the second ambulance with Steve. Mark
felt he needed to be there, for his son. He
walked with the stretcher to the ambulance, just as Abby's ambulance left the
scene. The
paramedics lifted the stretcher on board and locked it in place. "D……Dad?"
the weak voice of his son stopped Mark's train of thought. "Steve,"
Mark leaned over to look into his son's half open eyes. "It's okay, we found
you, and we're taking you to Community General." "How's
Abby?" Steve battled to keep it together for one last question. "She'll
be okay, don't worry," replied his father. Satisfied
with his father's answer Steve Sloan closed his eyes; it had been a long
day. The
End.
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