Part 1- Fallout

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               "Natalie? Natalie! Come on, wake up!" Will screamed in horror. He looked back and forth, scanning for someone, anyone who could help. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ava Bekker, stone-cold until she saw them. Will snapped his head to the side, and a sudden surge of throbbing pain spread through him. Ava sped towards them unsure of what was going on. She felt the hard concrete on her knees as she knelt down beside them. Her hands shook as she watched Will fade out of consciousness. No such practice of medicine could prepare her for this. She jumped up off the ground, shocked and gasping for air. Fear and tranquility floated through the cool, summer breeze as Ava sees the city of Chicago. Finally coming to her senses, she pulls out her phone and calls Sharon. "Sharon," she says out of breath. "There's been an accident, or something else, a-and Will and Nat are bleeding out. 8C parking lot, Gaffney." Without hesitation, Sharon hangs up and springs into action. Maggie, who is still frozen beside her is broken from her trance. "Wait Shar- where are you going?" She asks. "Something happened, Will and Natalie are hurt." Sharon responds. Maggie breaks back into work mode despite grave news about her health. "I'll page the remainder of the ED day shift, you can call 911. Go!"

               In Baghdad was Maggie. Tears rolling down her face as she saw Natalie's stats rapidly dropping. In Trauma 2 was Ava. She stood in the doorway, numb, as Dr. Lanik was directing nurses and residents in an effort to save Will. She just kept replaying it in her head. Natalie, covered in dark red blood, just laying there, and Will's eyes rolling back into his head as he collapsed inches away from what was supposed to be his wife. Ava tensed as she went back to South Africa. Moments and faces and arguing and yelling and fleeing and the same dark red blood as Natalie swarmed her mind. The yelling was getting louder, louder- "Ava!" It was Monique. Ava followed her into Baghdad. Dr. Abrams was assessing Natalie. "No reflex, no response to pain." He paused and took a long sigh. "Pupils are blown and unresponsive." He slowly lowered his penlight, turned it off, and walked out of the room. 

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