Hey Everyone! I know what you guys are thinking! "Another story? She hasn't even finished her other two." Trust me I will. I just have sort of reached a roadblock and then I decided to just start this story that I was going to post after I finished Jason's Bride. So hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer:I don't own these characters. If I did Liason would be a couple by now. But don't get me started on that.
This story is completely AU. The character of Jason is not the Jason Morgan that we know and love. His character is very different from the show. Oh and sorry if there are some medical terms that seem weird but I am going to college to be a doctor so I should know these words anyway. So read this story and tell me should I update.
Summary:Ultra-responsible charge nurse Elizabeth Webber gave in to a brief moment of insanity and had a one-night fling with a doctor visiting from out of town. But that night of guilty pleasure with Dr. Jason Morgan may have resulted in something far more permanent, as Elizabeth has a sneaking suspicion she may be pregnant. Or is it just the flu? And, as if her potential medical condition is not enough of a shock, Elizabeth soon discovers that Jason is back in town…for good.
With all the excitement of the Trauma Unit and a snowstorm brewing, there are bound to be more surprises on the way!
Chapter 1
Charge Nurse Elizabeth Webber battled a wave of nausea as the trauma team wheeled her patient into the Trauma Intensive Care Unit at General Hospital Medical Center.
The female patient had crashed her snowmobile into a tree, suffering multiple broken bones and a lacerated spleen. Elizabeth immediately connected her to a monitor.
"Blood pressure 77/34 with a pulse of 128. How much Dopamine do you have her on?" Elizabeth asked, as the trauma team hurried about.
"Ten micrograms per kilo per minute." A familiar deep southern accent sent a ripple of awareness along Elizabeth's nerves.
"I'm increasing her to fifteen." Elizabeth ignored her response to the surprising — and not necessarily welcome — presence of Dr. Jason Morgan, the trauma surgeon on call.
Plenty of time to be horribly mortified later.
She focused on the Emergency Department resident and nurse on the opposite side of the bed as she straightened out the spaghetti mess of IV tubing. Two units of blood were nearly empty.
"What's her hematocrit?" Tess asked the resident.
"Around 20. There's two units of O neg here and the blood bank is working on a type and cross-match for her now," Jason answered for the resident. Elizabeth could feel his penetrating gaze urging her to acknowledge him.
She couldn't. "Good. Call the lab, tell them to rush the type and cross-match and send me another two units of blood."
"I thought it was my job to give orders?" Jason's curt tone forced her reluctant gaze to meet his.
She took a deep calming breath, so not in the mood for surgeon theatrics, and arched a brow. "Do you want her to get more blood?"
"Go ahead and give her the first two units, then check her hematocrit. If it's less than 30 give another," Jason confirmed.
Duh. No kidding. Elizabeth bit back a snide retort. The sooner things were under control, the sooner they would all leave. "Fine," she said. "The fluid is in, and her pressure is better, almost 90 systolic. We're making progress."
She continued to care for the patient as the ED nurse and resident left, leaving her and Jason alone. Elizabeth kept busy, not bothering to give him more of her attention, just hoping he would leave. What was he doing here? She could feel her emotions stirring, but she tried to keep her face as blank as possible. Focus on the chart…
"You didn't return my phone calls." He spoke quietly, so no one else would overhear.
"No." Another wave of nausea caught her off guard and Elizabeth leaned against the bed frame, praying she wouldn't throw up. She was busy and she knew she didn't have time to get into this with Jason. She gripped the patient's clipboard in her hand like a shield. "Anything else you want? Additional labs? Fluids?"
"Draw a basic chem panel when you get her next hematocrit."
She nodded and wrote the order, taking deep breaths as she hoped the nausea would pass. She'd felt sick for almost a week. Dear God, she couldn't believe all of this. The one and only time she'd indulged in a very selfish fling, it had backfired on her in spades. It was looking as if her one night of luxurious passion may have come with a steep price.
She suspected she might be pregnant.
Responsibility was her middle name. They'd used protection, but one of the condoms had broken. She hadn't worried so much at first, because she'd been on the pill. However, she'd forgotten about the meningitis patient she'd admitted a week earlier. Since she'd been exposed prior to the patient's diagnosis, the hospital had placed her on antibiotics as a precautionary measure.
Antibiotics and birth-control pills didn't mix. The first tended to negate the effects of the second. She was praying what she was feeling was due to a bug that maybe it was the flu. She couldn't be sure until she took a pregnancy test.
Jason was still there, watching her. "I know you're busy, I'll find you later." As if reading her mind, he walked away, finally getting the hint and leaving her alone.
In the nick of time Elizabeth raced to the bathroom, where she lost the entire contents of her stomach in a sickening lurch.
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