HOSTAGE
A fanfiction by Christie
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Ch 1 ~ Just Lunch. . . or so I thought
Elizabeth's POV
Two months it's been. Two long months since Robert had decided to "cut his losses." And in that time, he has just been so. . . cut off from the rest of the world. I mean, of course Robert isn't 'Mr. Cheerful' but he hasn't been. . . well. . . himself. Since the operation, Kerry has kept him down in the ER (obviously) and I am sort of guessing that the only reason he hasn't quit is because he's so unlikely to get a job at another hospital.
I was down in the ER for a surgical consult when I saw Robert. I knew that underneath his tough exterior, he was in a lot of pain. . . lonely even. I could see it in his eyes. It's sort of odd how I k now him. I can see what he's feeling despite his efforts to hide them.
"Hello Robert."
"Lizzie! Couldn't keep away for that long could ya?"
I grinned at his little sarcastic note.
"How are you doing?"
"Oh, I've been better. Although you know that I do greatly enjoy all this scut work. Great for the soul, ya know? Code browns, homeless guys that may I say reek to high heaven, gang bangers. . . I, Rocket Romano, do it all!"
"Robert - "
"Don't sweat it Lizzie. You can go tend to your patient now."
I actually felt sorry for him. He didn't deserve all this. He had never done anything except be honest. He was honest even if it offended people, but that's no crime. I don't think that most people see that fact about Robert, but I do. I see the soft side of him.
I couldn't think of anything proper to say, so I just looked at him, deep into his eyes, before I turned to walk away.
"Hey Elizabeth?"
I turned to him.
"Yes?"
"Um, I'm off at eight. You maybe wanna go catch a quick dinner after your shift?"
I paused for a moment. Robert was asking me out. He needed a friend, and I seemed to be the only one he's got. How does he survive without any family or friends?
"Yes Robert. That would be lovely. I'll meet you in the lounge at about eight o'clock."
He smiled and gave me a little nod. I wish he would smile more. . . I wish he had more to smile about. I mean, getting your arm severed, getting demoted, catching your lifeless arm on fire, and then having to get it amputated after all that work are not exactly things people would smile about. Not having family or friends to support you through it all isn't something to smile about. Little things, even if only dinner with a co- worker. . . a friend. . . is something he could smile about, and I would give that to him.
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Eight o'clock had rolled around, and I was in the lounge waiting for him.
"Hey Lizzie, you ready to go?"
"All set."
"Okay, let's a go! Oh, and Lizzie, thanks for, uh, coming. I know you have Ella and everything - "
"Robert, I wanted to come with you. What are friends for?"
He smiled at me again. It is such a wonderful feeling knowing that I can make him happy, even if only for a moment. Robert is a good man. If only he showed it more.
"So, you just want to walk over to Doc's?"
"Doc's?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, my reservations for the steak house and the grand symphony were canceled."
"Haha, no no. Doc's is fine."
We walked across the street to the one and only Doc Magoo's and sat down at one of the booths.
"So how are you and Ella doing?"
"Oh, as well as can be expected I suppose. It's not easy raising a child. . . well, alone, you know?"
"Yes, well. . . I'm sure you're a fantastic mother. So, is she talking a lot?"
"Some. Not - "
I was cut off in mid-sentence when a man walked into the room. He caught my eye, for he was in all black attire. As I just stared at him, Robert turned around to see what I was looking at. As the man walked up to the counter, he pulled out a gun. As he did that, three more men came into the restaurant.
"Give me your money! All of it! Anyone in here with money, jewelry, watches, or ANYTHING worth cash, take it off and give it to me, or me and my pals here will blow your brains out!"
A fanfiction by Christie
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Ch 1 ~ Just Lunch. . . or so I thought
Elizabeth's POV
Two months it's been. Two long months since Robert had decided to "cut his losses." And in that time, he has just been so. . . cut off from the rest of the world. I mean, of course Robert isn't 'Mr. Cheerful' but he hasn't been. . . well. . . himself. Since the operation, Kerry has kept him down in the ER (obviously) and I am sort of guessing that the only reason he hasn't quit is because he's so unlikely to get a job at another hospital.
I was down in the ER for a surgical consult when I saw Robert. I knew that underneath his tough exterior, he was in a lot of pain. . . lonely even. I could see it in his eyes. It's sort of odd how I k now him. I can see what he's feeling despite his efforts to hide them.
"Hello Robert."
"Lizzie! Couldn't keep away for that long could ya?"
I grinned at his little sarcastic note.
"How are you doing?"
"Oh, I've been better. Although you know that I do greatly enjoy all this scut work. Great for the soul, ya know? Code browns, homeless guys that may I say reek to high heaven, gang bangers. . . I, Rocket Romano, do it all!"
"Robert - "
"Don't sweat it Lizzie. You can go tend to your patient now."
I actually felt sorry for him. He didn't deserve all this. He had never done anything except be honest. He was honest even if it offended people, but that's no crime. I don't think that most people see that fact about Robert, but I do. I see the soft side of him.
I couldn't think of anything proper to say, so I just looked at him, deep into his eyes, before I turned to walk away.
"Hey Elizabeth?"
I turned to him.
"Yes?"
"Um, I'm off at eight. You maybe wanna go catch a quick dinner after your shift?"
I paused for a moment. Robert was asking me out. He needed a friend, and I seemed to be the only one he's got. How does he survive without any family or friends?
"Yes Robert. That would be lovely. I'll meet you in the lounge at about eight o'clock."
He smiled and gave me a little nod. I wish he would smile more. . . I wish he had more to smile about. I mean, getting your arm severed, getting demoted, catching your lifeless arm on fire, and then having to get it amputated after all that work are not exactly things people would smile about. Not having family or friends to support you through it all isn't something to smile about. Little things, even if only dinner with a co- worker. . . a friend. . . is something he could smile about, and I would give that to him.
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Eight o'clock had rolled around, and I was in the lounge waiting for him.
"Hey Lizzie, you ready to go?"
"All set."
"Okay, let's a go! Oh, and Lizzie, thanks for, uh, coming. I know you have Ella and everything - "
"Robert, I wanted to come with you. What are friends for?"
He smiled at me again. It is such a wonderful feeling knowing that I can make him happy, even if only for a moment. Robert is a good man. If only he showed it more.
"So, you just want to walk over to Doc's?"
"Doc's?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, my reservations for the steak house and the grand symphony were canceled."
"Haha, no no. Doc's is fine."
We walked across the street to the one and only Doc Magoo's and sat down at one of the booths.
"So how are you and Ella doing?"
"Oh, as well as can be expected I suppose. It's not easy raising a child. . . well, alone, you know?"
"Yes, well. . . I'm sure you're a fantastic mother. So, is she talking a lot?"
"Some. Not - "
I was cut off in mid-sentence when a man walked into the room. He caught my eye, for he was in all black attire. As I just stared at him, Robert turned around to see what I was looking at. As the man walked up to the counter, he pulled out a gun. As he did that, three more men came into the restaurant.
"Give me your money! All of it! Anyone in here with money, jewelry, watches, or ANYTHING worth cash, take it off and give it to me, or me and my pals here will blow your brains out!"