TITLE: Worse Then Death
AUTHOR: Misty Kid
EMAIL: mistykid03@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: Cast - main character DM
RATING: 15
SPOILERS: Occurs before Dave's departure
ARCHIVE: Yes please
DISCLAIMER: The people in this story don't belong to me they belong to NBC, and Warner Brothers, and all of the other people who own the rights to ER.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I am new to this fan fiction thing so please be kind; any feedback would be very much appreciated. Also I would just like to add that I am Scottish so several spellings and terms may be different for any American etc readers.
SUMMARY: When Dave is attacked, he struggles to return to normal life even with the help of his friends.
Worse Than Death
Part One
It had been a slow night; most of the ER staff was bored having been left with only paper work to complete.
"Hey Carter," Dave called as he tried to catch a piece of chocolate in his mouth but failed miserable "when are you on till?"
"Seven. Why?" Carter replied knowing Dave was after something.
"Well it's just I'm off at five and its two now."
"NO! No way Dave I am not covering your shift."
"Oh come on Carter its dead in here."
"Yeah exactly, what if patients come in and you're not here? Dead is what you'll be!"
"Oh please." Dave put on his cutest face and looked at Carter hopefully "Please!"
"Sorry Dave no can do. If Weaver catches you she'll crucify you and me for letting you go."
"But." Dave whined.
"Dave no ifs, no buts. Just shut up and get back to work." John had become impatient; he had no desire to listen to Dave moaning.
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"Ok. Mr. Banks?" Dave called as he walked toward chairs still in the huff that Carter had refused to take his shift. "Mr. Banks?"
"Yeah that's me." A tall well built man with a stern look about his face replied.
"Come this way please," Dave started walking at a speedy pace toward curtain three, "so what seems to be the problem?" The man took a seat and Dave pulled the curtain around the bed to give them some privacy.
"Well I've been feeling off for a couple of weeks, you know sluggish like I don't want to do anything. Then today I was at home I got up to go to the kitchen and the next thing I knew I was looking at the floor. I guess I must have passed out so I came here straight away."
"Right, did you feel dizzy before your fall?"
"Yeah but I thought I stood up too quickly."
"Has it happened again?"
"Nah. What do you think it is Doc?"
"I don't know yet but you came to the right place to find out. I'm going to order some routine tests just to rule out the worst case scenarios. It might take a while so just hang tight, if you think you're going to pass out again press this buzzer and a nurse will come see you."
"Right, thanks a lot Doc."
Dave turned a walked toward admit to add his patient to the board, which is why he missed the sinister glance he got from Mr. Banks as stared at his back allowing his eyes to trail down his body.
He already knew what he was going to do, he had selected his prey!
He wanted 'Dr. Dave' and he always got what he wanted.
AUTHOR: Misty Kid
EMAIL: mistykid03@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: Cast - main character DM
RATING: 15
SPOILERS: Occurs before Dave's departure
ARCHIVE: Yes please
DISCLAIMER: The people in this story don't belong to me they belong to NBC, and Warner Brothers, and all of the other people who own the rights to ER.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I am new to this fan fiction thing so please be kind; any feedback would be very much appreciated. Also I would just like to add that I am Scottish so several spellings and terms may be different for any American etc readers.
SUMMARY: When Dave is attacked, he struggles to return to normal life even with the help of his friends.
Worse Than Death
Part One
It had been a slow night; most of the ER staff was bored having been left with only paper work to complete.
"Hey Carter," Dave called as he tried to catch a piece of chocolate in his mouth but failed miserable "when are you on till?"
"Seven. Why?" Carter replied knowing Dave was after something.
"Well it's just I'm off at five and its two now."
"NO! No way Dave I am not covering your shift."
"Oh come on Carter its dead in here."
"Yeah exactly, what if patients come in and you're not here? Dead is what you'll be!"
"Oh please." Dave put on his cutest face and looked at Carter hopefully "Please!"
"Sorry Dave no can do. If Weaver catches you she'll crucify you and me for letting you go."
"But." Dave whined.
"Dave no ifs, no buts. Just shut up and get back to work." John had become impatient; he had no desire to listen to Dave moaning.
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"Ok. Mr. Banks?" Dave called as he walked toward chairs still in the huff that Carter had refused to take his shift. "Mr. Banks?"
"Yeah that's me." A tall well built man with a stern look about his face replied.
"Come this way please," Dave started walking at a speedy pace toward curtain three, "so what seems to be the problem?" The man took a seat and Dave pulled the curtain around the bed to give them some privacy.
"Well I've been feeling off for a couple of weeks, you know sluggish like I don't want to do anything. Then today I was at home I got up to go to the kitchen and the next thing I knew I was looking at the floor. I guess I must have passed out so I came here straight away."
"Right, did you feel dizzy before your fall?"
"Yeah but I thought I stood up too quickly."
"Has it happened again?"
"Nah. What do you think it is Doc?"
"I don't know yet but you came to the right place to find out. I'm going to order some routine tests just to rule out the worst case scenarios. It might take a while so just hang tight, if you think you're going to pass out again press this buzzer and a nurse will come see you."
"Right, thanks a lot Doc."
Dave turned a walked toward admit to add his patient to the board, which is why he missed the sinister glance he got from Mr. Banks as stared at his back allowing his eyes to trail down his body.
He already knew what he was going to do, he had selected his prey!
He wanted 'Dr. Dave' and he always got what he wanted.