Title: Prison Break
Pairing: Jate
Raiting: T
Author´s Note: Do you want me to tell you a secret how to get your inspiration back and start writing again? ;) Spend 2 weeks Internet-less, PC-less and mp4-less (which pretty much means Jateless too) - you´ll see how soon you´ll start to create your own scenes, just ´cause you´re unable to watch the real ones or discuss Jate with fellow Jaters... *sigh*
Dr Shephard in Room 5! Dr Shephard in Room 5!
Jack cursed as hot coffee spilled over his scrubs coat as he heard his name being called over the intercom.
He looked down; groaning in frustration when he saw a dark, brown stain spreading over the whiteness of his coat. He tried to wipe it away, but he knew his attempt was useless; just like it had been the previous three times that morning, when he got himself covered first in urine, then in tomato juice and finally in a drunk man´s vomit.
˝Damn ER! ˝he thought; taking the stained coat off and putting on a new one as he rushed through the hospital´s hallways to reach Room 5.
He was in a pissed off state of mind and the fact that they were calling him for every little thing did not help his mood; especially since he was 99% sure that Dr Hamill, a fan of his father´s work that happened to be the new chief of surgery too; was behind it; ordering them to assign him the most gruesome and boring cases just so he could show him what he was missing the past couple of weeks.
The truth was…he was missing it. He missed the shrill of being in the operation room, the challenge of figuring out how to do what the others already proclaimed to be impossible; but, most of all, he missed the look of sheer happiness on the faces of his patients and their families and friends when he would manage to do something that they considered ´miracle´. He himself did not believe in miracles, but was glad when he managed to save people´s lives, especially the lives of those people whom others had already written off us incurable. Those were the cases he had studied for; not the bullshits they were assigning him here.
Jack knew he himself was responsible for his situation. Had he not decided to go to a bar and drink himself into oblivion after another fight with David – which ended in the teenager screaming at him how he hated him right before slamming the door behind – and had he had enough sense not to sit behind the wheel when he was already drunk; he would have still been the respectable Dr Jack Shephard, the best spinal surgeon in California.
This way, however, he caused a car accident; which luckily didn´t end up in anyone´s death; although the driver of the car he had crashed into had suffered serious injuries and had to spend three weeks in the hospital.
As much as Jack had tried to make his superiors believe that it was a solitary incident (caused by his father´s death, the revelation that he had a sister and the constant disagreements with his teenage son all coming down on him) and that he hadn´t gone back to his (and his father´s) old habits; he was given an ultimatum: he could continue to work for St Sebastian, but he was going to be put on two months probation, during which he was to work in the ER; and, after those two months expired, they would reconsider his case; and if they found out he wasn´t drinking anymore; they would give him his old job back. The alternative was to get fired; and as much a part of him wanted to choose precisely that – to spite the hospital, Dr Hamill and, in a weird way, his father – a bigger part of him was still smart enough not to throw away everything he had worked hard for all those years.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he crashed into Rose, the main nurse in St Sebastian.
˝Oh, god, Rose, I´m so sorry. ˝he said; steadying the elderly African-American woman and then going down to pick up the files that flew away from her arms as he collided with her.
˝It´s okay, Dr Shephard, don´t sweat over it. ˝Rose said, taking the files from him. ˝You were probably rushing to that Room5, right? You don´t need to hurry, the police car has just arrived. ˝
˝The police car? ˝Jack asked, confused.
˝Yeah, didn´t you hear? They´re bringing in an injured criminal. ˝Rose explained; then, after looking through the files in her hands, pulled out one. ˝Here. A female. Late twenties. Broken wrist. ˝she recited; then, with a much quieter voice, added: ˝I hear she´s pretty tough, and that´s why the whole entourage is with her. ˝
´Great! ´Jack thought. Not only was he stuck with diarrheas and vomits all day, now he had to deal with criminals too.
Rose saw the look on his face and smiled, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. ˝Cheer up, Jack - ˝
He looked up at her, surprised: she had never called him by his first name before. She didn´t seem to notice though - instead, she just smiled, thrusting the file in his hands.
˝- who knows… maybe you´ll even find what you´re looking for. ˝
And, with a wink, she was gone.
Jack stood there for a couple of seconds, staring after her; then, deciding it was just Rose being…well, Rose; he shook his head and smiled. Some people will never change.
´Enough of fooling around, work´s waiting. ´he scolded himself; then threw a look at the file in his hands. ´Oh, happy times…´, he thought sarcastically; then reached for the door handle of Room 5…
So… you guys already guessing who is waiting in the Room 5? ;)