I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

Disclaimer: As much as I want to own everything about E.R., I don't.

Summary: After 14.4, Abby's world starts to crumble. When two old friends arrive at County will it be to late to help her, or will her past friendships rekindle in time?


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"Come on Abby pick up! Damn it Abby!" A man screamed into the phone. His wife came near him and wrapped her arms around him. The man hung up the phone and threw it into the charger.

"She's still not picking up?"

"Nope. I wonder if everything's all right. Luka didn't pick up, but he did email me and tell me he was in Croatia. Abby should be picking up."

"It's ok John. I know you're concerned. I'm sure she's fine." John Carter's wife gave him a kiss. Their marriage and relationship had been doomed from the start. When Carter returned to his wife's AIDS clinic in the Congo, the two became close, and it actually felt like a marriage.

"Our plane leaved tomorrow. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I loved Chicago the last time I was there. The city is beautiful."

"I know, we'll stay in the house, and I want to go into the E.R. for a few minutes just to say hello. Then we can get focused on the Joshua Carter foundation. We have a lot to do. The building is just about done so we need to get to work."

Kem remembered getting the call from her husband. She had been a little hesitant to create a center with the name of their stillborn son. The thought of him still touched a soft spot. They never got to know their son.

"I'm ready to go first thing. Wake me up?"

"Of course." The Carter's got into bed and feels asleep after their last night in the Congo for a few months.

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"The last things are packed up. You sure you want to do this?"

"There is nothing here for me. I want to go back, I need to go back. I hate it here."

"I know babe. The movers are coming in an hour to get all of the stuff and bring it to the new house."

"Alright. Let's try to leave at ten tomorrow. It will take a few hours to get to Chicago, and I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to."

"I know Suze, I know. Cosmo packed his backpack earlier with toys for the car ride."

"Ok. That's good."

"How are you feeling tonight?"

"Morning sickness is a bitch." They chuckled. "This pregnancy is better than Cosmo's. I'm anxious though, to see Abby again. I'll finally get the tenure position at County."

Chuck and Susan looked around their house. Boxes were piled up waiting for the movers. Chuck did most of the packing while Susan labeled boxes and entertained Cosmo. Chuck was overprotective of Susan's pregnancy. They had found out a month ago that they were going to be parents a second time. Chuck was really good with Cosmo, and the tried for a little under a year to become pregnant again. Susan had two miscarriages, which brought her spirits down, but then she was pregnant for good.

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"Multiple MVA coming in. ETA seven minutes." Sam announced to the doctors and nurses standing at admit. "We are taking four of them. Let's prep." The nurses rushed to grab supplies. Pratt and Morris grabbed the interns and med students and prepared them for the accident.

"Morris, Pratt, where the hell is Lockhart?" Their new chief, Dr. Moretti stormed up to them. They walked into the ambulance bay wondering the same.

The first of four ambulances pulled up. Moretti grabbed an intern and med student and ran to meet the EMT. "Male, 45 pulse eighty over one hundred. Car crashed into his. Took fire department awhile to get him out."

"What's your name sir?" Moretti asked the man lying on the gurney. The man looked up.

"Stuart Pressman."

"Do you have any allergies?"

"Not that I'm aware of, so no." The EMT and doctors pushed Mr. Pressman into trauma one. They began working on him.


Morris ran with a med student and intern to the next ambulance pulling up.

"What do we have?" Morris asked the EMT. It was Pratt's brother. "40 year old woman." Pratt's brother read off stats.

"What's your name ma'am?" Morris asked.

"Elizabeth Pressman. Where's my husband?"

"We'll find him Mrs. Pressman. We'll take good care of you. Let's roll." The four of them rolled Mrs. Pressman into the suture room. She wasn't in a horrible state. The began working on her as well.

In the bay…

The next two ambulances pulled into the bay. Pratt ran to the first one. The EMT jumped out. "Thirty-eight year old woman. Her son is in the next ambulance."

Pratt saw it. "Oh my god." He ran over to the next ambulance. "1-year old male."

"Oh god."

"You Ok doc?" The EMT with the baby asked.

"No, damn it!"

"The EMT with the woman came over to Pratt at the other ambulance. "You're going to need to get a blood alcohol level on the female."

"WHAT? Oh god! Ok."

"The baby doesn't seem to be harmed in anyway. Normal vitals. I'll take him up to the nursery." The EMT working on the baby exclaimed.

"Thanks, let's take her to trauma two." The EMT and doctor rolled the woman to the trauma room. Pratt didn't have time to question his judgment. He had to save his friends life.

"What the hell happened here Abby? What the hell did you do?" Pratt asked himself as he stared down at his friend lying on the gurney. Sam walked in the room. She looked at the patient.

"Where's Joe?"

"He's not harmed. He's in the nursery."

"Oh, thank god. What the hell happened?"