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The ED was swamped as usual, with standing room only in Chairs, and doctors and nurses run off their feet. Dr King was triaging patients before they were seen in the main Emergency Room. It was nearing the end of her shift and she could see the night shift shaft milling in to relieve them. The noise in the waiting area was starting to get to the young resident as she began to hit a wall after five 12-hour shifts in a row.
A banging noise pulled Mel out of her stupor. She turned to see a large man banging at the window of reception. Behind the glass she could see Lupe, a look of fear on her face as the screen rattled in its frame, and the irate patient hurled obscenities.
“Sir…sir could you please lower your voice. Why don't we step this way and I can help you”
The young resident carefully manoeuvred over to the man, still hitting against the reception window. He turned to Mel with fury in his eyes and began shouting.
“Are you talking to me? Are you a doctor? cause you'd be the first fucking one I've seen in this shithole!”
“How can I help?” Mel tried to get the man to calm down.
“Oh that's rich! Not one of you bastards wanna help me!” The man was becoming increasingly agitated.
“Get outta my face bitch” With that he lunged at Mel. She braced herself for impact, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but nothing ever came.
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Abbot was walking into the ED, ready for the long night ahead. The commotion over by reception set his teeth on edge as he saw a man shouting. His instincts kicked the second the man made a motion towards Dr King.
With animalistic speed and precision, Jack leaped over the chairs that separated him from the chaos. As the man took a step toward Mel the fight trained doctor intercepted him with ease.
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King opened her eyes to see Dr Abbot grabbing the man's arm and pinning it behind his shoulder. He moved quickly and calculated, neutralising the threat and protecting the young doctor.
Abbot held the man down as security rushed over, taking custody of him and escorting him out of the waiting room. Presumably to wait for the cops to come arrest him, which meant Jack had to fill out an incident report and deal with Gloria. The joys of dealing with the public.
“You okay kid?” Abbot turned to the shaking doctor.
Mel was on the verge of tears, holding on to Frank's arms for dear life. He had a face of thunder looking in the direction security brought Mel's attacker. She nodded her answer silently.
“Thank god for your freakishly quick rabbit-like reflexes,” Frank joked.
“Where do you think the nickname comes from?” Jack replied, swiftly moving into the ED proper to do handover with Robby.