AN: I don't own em. this is set back in the old days, around 1st season. (what can I
say, I've been watching old reruns!)
"Carter, why aren't you suturing?"
"No one needs to be sutured, Dr. Benton. No one is waiting to be sutured. I was on my way to lunch."
"Well, too bad. There's someone waiting now." Benton pointed to the chairs outside of the suture room, where a man had just sat down. He was holding his hand. Carter groaned and made his way back to the suture room, AKA Carter's room.
"Can't anyone just be careful in this city!" He exclaimed, walking back to where the man sat.
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"Susan, we need your help in here!"
"Sorry Mark, I have to get Suzie up to daycare. I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Is Doug around?"
"Yeah, I see him. I'll send him in. Sorry Mark!"
"It's ok, see you later!"
Susan called Doug over and then went to the elevator, holding little Suzie tight. "We'd better get you upstairs, sweetie. Yes, yes, I know you're tired. That's my big girl, ok, it's ok. I'll be up to get you soon. Don't cry Suzie, I'll be up soon. Yes. There we go. Good girl."
They reached the daycare center and Susan looked around. "Look Suzie, it's Bobby. You get to play with Bobby today! OK, OK, don't cry. I have to go to work now. Bye bye Suzie. Be a good girl today!" Susan turned to Annie, the newest member of the daycare staff. "I'll be up whenever I get a chance, and only Mark Greene and I can pick her up. Do NOT let a woman named Chloe take her, whatever you do. I'll take her after my shift, at 3. And don't let her near the little girl in the corner. She makes Suzie cry, I don't know why, but you'd better keep them away from each other. I've got to go, if you need me, page me, here's the number."
"Dr. Lewis, don't worry. Your daughter will be just fine up here. You'd better get downstairs, you'll be late for your shift."
"She's not my..." Susan paused and turned back to Suzie. "Bye bye, I love you. Remember to be a good girl. That's my big girl, no tears." She kissed Suzie's head and handed her gently to Annie. Susan tearfully waved goodbye and left her baby in the hands of the daycare center.
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"Carol, give Mr. Johnson some advil and send him home, he's fine. He has a few aches and pains, nothing he can't survive. We need a chem-20 and white count on Mrs. Miller, the lab was supposed to have them back an hour ago and I know you'll be able to get them to hurry the hell up. They don't seem to care what I say."
"Maybe you're just too nice, Dr. Benton." Carol smiled and laughed a little. "Relax, relax, I'll go get your labs for you. Go have some coffee, you look dead."
"That depends, Carol. Will there be any coffee today, or did your nurses drink it all again?"
"I don't know, why don't you go find out. But you're a big boy, I bet you can make your own if there is none."
Peter smiled for the first time in a while. He wasn't usually this friendly with anyone in the ER, he was generally all business. But sometimes Carol's jokes just made him want to joke back. Not often, but sometimes. This was one of those rare occasions. And when Carol had almost died, he'd seen that she needed more people to smile at her every now and then. It was unlike him, but he tried. He didn't want her in the ER as a patient again, especially not unconscious with a barbituate level of 45.
"Thanks Carol. I'll be in Exam 2."
"And I'll be at the admin desk. Come find me in 10 minutes if you want your labs." Carol grinned and headed off to the the lab. Benton watched her and began to laugh quietly, then stopped himself and went into Exam 2, all business once again.
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Mark and Doug stood over the child in front of them. He was 8 years old, and his name was Sean O'Brien. He had a tumor in his arm, and Mark and Doug were removing it.
"Suction."
"Mark, can I have those scissors? I need to cut this blue crap some more. Why don't they make child-size sheets! this is covering his whole damn arm!" Doug was referring, of course, to the blue papery things they used right around their incisions(so sue me, i dunno what they call em...sorry~~Thena)"Doug, calm down. I just need to get this last bit out, and he'll be OK. We need to take our time and be careful. If we don't get all the cancerous cells out, it'll just come back. Don't be so worried though, Doug, he's going to be OK if we take it slow."
"Yeah, I guess so. OK, I think we got the last of it just then."
Mark examined the boy's arm carefully, then nodded. "OK, let's close it up now. Hew should be OK, the tumor was blocking bloodflow to his lower arm. It's all clear now. See what happens when you take it slowly?"
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Unseen, a woman crept onto the elevator and rode it upstairs. She was looking for someone very important to her, and she knew that this person would be upstairs. She smelled faintly of alcohol and was off balance, but only a little. She was confident no one would question her as she tried to regain her composure and stepped off the elevator calmly........
"Carter, why aren't you suturing?"
"No one needs to be sutured, Dr. Benton. No one is waiting to be sutured. I was on my way to lunch."
"Well, too bad. There's someone waiting now." Benton pointed to the chairs outside of the suture room, where a man had just sat down. He was holding his hand. Carter groaned and made his way back to the suture room, AKA Carter's room.
"Can't anyone just be careful in this city!" He exclaimed, walking back to where the man sat.
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"Susan, we need your help in here!"
"Sorry Mark, I have to get Suzie up to daycare. I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Is Doug around?"
"Yeah, I see him. I'll send him in. Sorry Mark!"
"It's ok, see you later!"
Susan called Doug over and then went to the elevator, holding little Suzie tight. "We'd better get you upstairs, sweetie. Yes, yes, I know you're tired. That's my big girl, ok, it's ok. I'll be up to get you soon. Don't cry Suzie, I'll be up soon. Yes. There we go. Good girl."
They reached the daycare center and Susan looked around. "Look Suzie, it's Bobby. You get to play with Bobby today! OK, OK, don't cry. I have to go to work now. Bye bye Suzie. Be a good girl today!" Susan turned to Annie, the newest member of the daycare staff. "I'll be up whenever I get a chance, and only Mark Greene and I can pick her up. Do NOT let a woman named Chloe take her, whatever you do. I'll take her after my shift, at 3. And don't let her near the little girl in the corner. She makes Suzie cry, I don't know why, but you'd better keep them away from each other. I've got to go, if you need me, page me, here's the number."
"Dr. Lewis, don't worry. Your daughter will be just fine up here. You'd better get downstairs, you'll be late for your shift."
"She's not my..." Susan paused and turned back to Suzie. "Bye bye, I love you. Remember to be a good girl. That's my big girl, no tears." She kissed Suzie's head and handed her gently to Annie. Susan tearfully waved goodbye and left her baby in the hands of the daycare center.
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"Carol, give Mr. Johnson some advil and send him home, he's fine. He has a few aches and pains, nothing he can't survive. We need a chem-20 and white count on Mrs. Miller, the lab was supposed to have them back an hour ago and I know you'll be able to get them to hurry the hell up. They don't seem to care what I say."
"Maybe you're just too nice, Dr. Benton." Carol smiled and laughed a little. "Relax, relax, I'll go get your labs for you. Go have some coffee, you look dead."
"That depends, Carol. Will there be any coffee today, or did your nurses drink it all again?"
"I don't know, why don't you go find out. But you're a big boy, I bet you can make your own if there is none."
Peter smiled for the first time in a while. He wasn't usually this friendly with anyone in the ER, he was generally all business. But sometimes Carol's jokes just made him want to joke back. Not often, but sometimes. This was one of those rare occasions. And when Carol had almost died, he'd seen that she needed more people to smile at her every now and then. It was unlike him, but he tried. He didn't want her in the ER as a patient again, especially not unconscious with a barbituate level of 45.
"Thanks Carol. I'll be in Exam 2."
"And I'll be at the admin desk. Come find me in 10 minutes if you want your labs." Carol grinned and headed off to the the lab. Benton watched her and began to laugh quietly, then stopped himself and went into Exam 2, all business once again.
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Mark and Doug stood over the child in front of them. He was 8 years old, and his name was Sean O'Brien. He had a tumor in his arm, and Mark and Doug were removing it.
"Suction."
"Mark, can I have those scissors? I need to cut this blue crap some more. Why don't they make child-size sheets! this is covering his whole damn arm!" Doug was referring, of course, to the blue papery things they used right around their incisions(so sue me, i dunno what they call em...sorry~~Thena)"Doug, calm down. I just need to get this last bit out, and he'll be OK. We need to take our time and be careful. If we don't get all the cancerous cells out, it'll just come back. Don't be so worried though, Doug, he's going to be OK if we take it slow."
"Yeah, I guess so. OK, I think we got the last of it just then."
Mark examined the boy's arm carefully, then nodded. "OK, let's close it up now. Hew should be OK, the tumor was blocking bloodflow to his lower arm. It's all clear now. See what happens when you take it slowly?"
*********************
Unseen, a woman crept onto the elevator and rode it upstairs. She was looking for someone very important to her, and she knew that this person would be upstairs. She smelled faintly of alcohol and was off balance, but only a little. She was confident no one would question her as she tried to regain her composure and stepped off the elevator calmly........