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The title is from a Michael Jackson song, I'm not a fan of him (he have some nice songs though) I just used it cause it fit with the story
Dave looked at himself in the mirror, why couldn't he get a girlfriend. A girlfriend for more than two weeks. Someone to hold hands with, someone to tell secrets to.
He walked into a empty exam room and crept under the sheets to try to get some more sleep. At the same moment as his eyes closed Weaver came walking inside.
"Dr. Malucci, we need you! WAKE UP!" She yelled at him before slamming the door and walking away.
He swore loudly and walked out, trying to wake up. He had never seen her yell at Luka or Carter like that, she only did it to him. He decided that he should find out why during the remaining seven hours of his shift.
He never got the chance to find out, he was helping Mark with a kid who seemed to be scared to death by his father. Dr.Greene just didn't listen to him, he knew that boy's father type, the type that was beating his own son, scaring him. He tried to tell Dr. Greene so, but after that tumour removal he seemed to have changed personality completely, he was careless and in Cleo's own words a Jackass.
He was so angry at Dr.Greene now, not letting him work for a week, just because he defended himself from that boy's father. And that Dr. Corday had just walked up to them ending their conservation. Dave wondered how the hell their baby was going to turn out, probably a evil girl with no hair and an English accent . He still remembered Corday's words about him being an incompetent doctor, it was like they had burned into his mind, waking him in the middle of the night shaking and sweating.
Why were everybody treating him like he was a doormat? He was a doctor, and he did good things to, even though he screwed up sometimes. But when he did something good no one said anything, only when he did something stupid. It seemed like they believed that he didn't have any feelings, just because he pretended, shacking it off with a smile, they should have known how much their complaints, screaming and yelling was torturing him.
He found himself outside his apartment door, not really remembering how he had got there. Dave opened the door and threw his bag and keys on the floor. He was tired as hell, so he just walked straight to bed
The next morning he wandered around in his apartment wondering what to do, finally he decided on watching some cartoons on television. What the hell was he going to do in the next days? He didn't have a big party life outside the ER like everyone was believing.
It ended up with a routine of wake up, drink coffee while watching television, drink some more coffee and then go to bed without sleeping because of the caffeine. He didn't have any appetite, he felt rather sick every time he tried to eat, he was so angry inside. And he walked around swearing.
Finally, he could go back to the hospital and work again, forget everything. He woke up early as he had done in the previous week, after only a hour of sleep. Dave went into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator, but closed it when the only things he found was a old apple and a couple of sausages which seemed to be more green than red.
He walked out of the apartment three hours before work started, he didn't have any reason to stay home.
The leaves had started falling off the trees, and a sour wind was blowing around the corners, wiping off all the garbage in the streets. He stared walking, didn't feel like taking the bike or take a cab. It was wonderful to feel the cold air against his face, cooling down his thoughts. When he was halfway to the hospital, raindrops started falling soaking him to the skin, it didn't matter, somehow nothing seemed to matter anymore.
What if he got pneumonia and died, would anyone care then? Would anyone come to his funeral? Probably not.
Dave turned and saw his reflection in the window of a store. He saw that he had lost some weight during the previous week, his jeans were a little lose. It looked good, man! he had been fat, not that he was thin now. At that moment he decided that he should loose some more. Maybe it was therefor everybody was like they was to him, because he was fat?
He entered the ER two hours early, soaked and cold.
"Dr. Malucci you're early" Weaver said when she saw him entering
"I know, I just didn't feel like being anymore at home." He walked into the lounge without saying anything more. Weaver followed, he didn't look so good.
"Malucci, are you okay?" She asked him, while he was taking off his coat.
"Me?"
"There aren't anyone else here"
"I am great, I have had the best week ever!" He just didn't feel like telling Weaver that he didn't have a life outside the ER.
"Nice finally having you back" Kerry smiled and walked out of the lounge. Dave sank down on the couch, and put his head down in his hands, right now life didn't have a meaning. Everything seemed to have broken
down. Jing-Mei came walking inside, tired from the night shift. She saw Dave sitting there with his head resting on his hands, he seemed to be in another world.
"Dave, are you okay?" She asked carefully, she got no answer.
"Dave?" No answer. She walked over to him and shook him carefully in the shoulder.
"Hmm" He answered
"Dave!" She almost yelled in his ear
"What?!, Why are you yelling??!?!?"
"I asked If you were okay?"
"I were, till you came and almost killed me of shock!"
"Sorry"
"Have you lost some weight?" She saw that his jeans were a little loser than they used to
"Yeah, I got pretty much time to work out last week"
"I can see that"
"So how was you're shift?"
"Busy, six traumas and a ten puking kids"
"Sounds nice" He smiled at her. Jing-Mei found a towel at the counter and threw at him, giggling.
"Do you want to grab a bite over at Doc Magoos?"
"Sure, I'm kinda hungry" He stood up and walked over to the door, were he politely held it open for her
"Wow that week seemed to have been good for you!" Jing-Mei smiled and walked out. Dave followed her and got a little shocked when he felt her arm in his.
They ate and talked, and for some few minutes Dave forgot all his problems, just sat there and enjoyed her company. Suddenly Chen looked at her watch,
"Oh Dave, I'm sorry I have to go" She started fiddling with her purse to find some money to pay for her breakfast.
"I'll pay" Dave said smiling
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just don't get me any Ideas, you owe me one lunch"
"Sure, it was really nice talking to you Dave" Jing-Mei said before the door closed behind her.
"I love you Jing-Mei Chen" Dave said in a low voice, suddenly all the real worlds trouble fell over him, and he felt nauseous, and ran towards the toilette. When he bent down, he stuck his fingers down his throat.
The title is from a Michael Jackson song, I'm not a fan of him (he have some nice songs though) I just used it cause it fit with the story
Dave looked at himself in the mirror, why couldn't he get a girlfriend. A girlfriend for more than two weeks. Someone to hold hands with, someone to tell secrets to.
He walked into a empty exam room and crept under the sheets to try to get some more sleep. At the same moment as his eyes closed Weaver came walking inside.
"Dr. Malucci, we need you! WAKE UP!" She yelled at him before slamming the door and walking away.
He swore loudly and walked out, trying to wake up. He had never seen her yell at Luka or Carter like that, she only did it to him. He decided that he should find out why during the remaining seven hours of his shift.
He never got the chance to find out, he was helping Mark with a kid who seemed to be scared to death by his father. Dr.Greene just didn't listen to him, he knew that boy's father type, the type that was beating his own son, scaring him. He tried to tell Dr. Greene so, but after that tumour removal he seemed to have changed personality completely, he was careless and in Cleo's own words a Jackass.
He was so angry at Dr.Greene now, not letting him work for a week, just because he defended himself from that boy's father. And that Dr. Corday had just walked up to them ending their conservation. Dave wondered how the hell their baby was going to turn out, probably a evil girl with no hair and an English accent . He still remembered Corday's words about him being an incompetent doctor, it was like they had burned into his mind, waking him in the middle of the night shaking and sweating.
Why were everybody treating him like he was a doormat? He was a doctor, and he did good things to, even though he screwed up sometimes. But when he did something good no one said anything, only when he did something stupid. It seemed like they believed that he didn't have any feelings, just because he pretended, shacking it off with a smile, they should have known how much their complaints, screaming and yelling was torturing him.
He found himself outside his apartment door, not really remembering how he had got there. Dave opened the door and threw his bag and keys on the floor. He was tired as hell, so he just walked straight to bed
The next morning he wandered around in his apartment wondering what to do, finally he decided on watching some cartoons on television. What the hell was he going to do in the next days? He didn't have a big party life outside the ER like everyone was believing.
It ended up with a routine of wake up, drink coffee while watching television, drink some more coffee and then go to bed without sleeping because of the caffeine. He didn't have any appetite, he felt rather sick every time he tried to eat, he was so angry inside. And he walked around swearing.
Finally, he could go back to the hospital and work again, forget everything. He woke up early as he had done in the previous week, after only a hour of sleep. Dave went into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator, but closed it when the only things he found was a old apple and a couple of sausages which seemed to be more green than red.
He walked out of the apartment three hours before work started, he didn't have any reason to stay home.
The leaves had started falling off the trees, and a sour wind was blowing around the corners, wiping off all the garbage in the streets. He stared walking, didn't feel like taking the bike or take a cab. It was wonderful to feel the cold air against his face, cooling down his thoughts. When he was halfway to the hospital, raindrops started falling soaking him to the skin, it didn't matter, somehow nothing seemed to matter anymore.
What if he got pneumonia and died, would anyone care then? Would anyone come to his funeral? Probably not.
Dave turned and saw his reflection in the window of a store. He saw that he had lost some weight during the previous week, his jeans were a little lose. It looked good, man! he had been fat, not that he was thin now. At that moment he decided that he should loose some more. Maybe it was therefor everybody was like they was to him, because he was fat?
He entered the ER two hours early, soaked and cold.
"Dr. Malucci you're early" Weaver said when she saw him entering
"I know, I just didn't feel like being anymore at home." He walked into the lounge without saying anything more. Weaver followed, he didn't look so good.
"Malucci, are you okay?" She asked him, while he was taking off his coat.
"Me?"
"There aren't anyone else here"
"I am great, I have had the best week ever!" He just didn't feel like telling Weaver that he didn't have a life outside the ER.
"Nice finally having you back" Kerry smiled and walked out of the lounge. Dave sank down on the couch, and put his head down in his hands, right now life didn't have a meaning. Everything seemed to have broken
down. Jing-Mei came walking inside, tired from the night shift. She saw Dave sitting there with his head resting on his hands, he seemed to be in another world.
"Dave, are you okay?" She asked carefully, she got no answer.
"Dave?" No answer. She walked over to him and shook him carefully in the shoulder.
"Hmm" He answered
"Dave!" She almost yelled in his ear
"What?!, Why are you yelling??!?!?"
"I asked If you were okay?"
"I were, till you came and almost killed me of shock!"
"Sorry"
"Have you lost some weight?" She saw that his jeans were a little loser than they used to
"Yeah, I got pretty much time to work out last week"
"I can see that"
"So how was you're shift?"
"Busy, six traumas and a ten puking kids"
"Sounds nice" He smiled at her. Jing-Mei found a towel at the counter and threw at him, giggling.
"Do you want to grab a bite over at Doc Magoos?"
"Sure, I'm kinda hungry" He stood up and walked over to the door, were he politely held it open for her
"Wow that week seemed to have been good for you!" Jing-Mei smiled and walked out. Dave followed her and got a little shocked when he felt her arm in his.
They ate and talked, and for some few minutes Dave forgot all his problems, just sat there and enjoyed her company. Suddenly Chen looked at her watch,
"Oh Dave, I'm sorry I have to go" She started fiddling with her purse to find some money to pay for her breakfast.
"I'll pay" Dave said smiling
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just don't get me any Ideas, you owe me one lunch"
"Sure, it was really nice talking to you Dave" Jing-Mei said before the door closed behind her.
"I love you Jing-Mei Chen" Dave said in a low voice, suddenly all the real worlds trouble fell over him, and he felt nauseous, and ran towards the toilette. When he bent down, he stuck his fingers down his throat.