Trading Spaces
Attempted
ER Doctor Jesse Travis hated getting sick. And he didn't exactly favor 48-
hour shifts, either. Unfortunately for him, he was forced to endure both
of these events at the moment. Jesse took a seat in the staff lounge on
the third floor of Community General Hospital. He laid his head back on
the couch, not noticing the other person sitting next to him.
"Long day?" her voice startled him.
Sitting up, alarmed by the woman's subtle presence. Realizing that the voice had come from something incarnate and wasn't something that only he could hear, he pushed his brown hair out of his eyes and replied, "Two days, actually. I'm ready to fall asleep right now."
"Oh, I know who you are now!" the young woman exclaimed, extending her hand. "You must be Dr. Travis."
"Please, call me Jesse," he said, taking her hand. "And you are."
"Dr. Marion Warhurst. I'm visiting from Boston as part of an exchange program."
"Well, it was nice meeting you. I guess I'll be seeing you around the hospital," Jesse said, standing and proceeding over to the coffee machine. "You want some?" he asked while pulling his mug from off the rack.
"No thanks. I don't drink coffee, never have."
"Seriously? I wouldn't be able to make it through the day without my caffeine," he spoke between sips of the beverage. Suddenly, Jesse swooned and grabbed onto the table for support.
Jumping up, Marion rushed to his aid, helping him down onto the couch. "What happened? Are you alright?"
Shaking his head as if to clear it, Jesse replied, "Yeah. I guess I stood up too fast, that's all."
"Are you sure?" Marion questioned, raising her eyebrows. "You really don't look too good."
"You wouldn't look too great after working forty-eight hours without a rest," he laughed, and tried to stand, but his legs felt weak. He sneezed, and Marion gave him a look that distinctly said I-told-you-so. "What, this cold? I've had it for a few days, it's nothing. I'll be fine. But I have to leave now so I can beat the afternoon traffic." Jesse stood, holding on the arm of the couch with one hand to keep from falling, mug full of foul hospital coffee in the other.
Marion called after him jokingly, "You know I'm right. I'm always right!"
"No one's always right," Jesse slurred as his eyelids drooped and a dazed smile came across his paled face. His position shifted to the side as his eyes closed and he released his grip on the labeled mug. It fell to the ground with a loud 'clank' just before Jesse's tired body hit the cold, tiled floor of the lounge.
Marion shrieked and ran over to where the young Doctor had fallen. She lifted his head off the floor, calling out to anyone who could hear, "Someone! Anyone! Help! It's Dr. Travis! Jesse's fainted!"
"Long day?" her voice startled him.
Sitting up, alarmed by the woman's subtle presence. Realizing that the voice had come from something incarnate and wasn't something that only he could hear, he pushed his brown hair out of his eyes and replied, "Two days, actually. I'm ready to fall asleep right now."
"Oh, I know who you are now!" the young woman exclaimed, extending her hand. "You must be Dr. Travis."
"Please, call me Jesse," he said, taking her hand. "And you are."
"Dr. Marion Warhurst. I'm visiting from Boston as part of an exchange program."
"Well, it was nice meeting you. I guess I'll be seeing you around the hospital," Jesse said, standing and proceeding over to the coffee machine. "You want some?" he asked while pulling his mug from off the rack.
"No thanks. I don't drink coffee, never have."
"Seriously? I wouldn't be able to make it through the day without my caffeine," he spoke between sips of the beverage. Suddenly, Jesse swooned and grabbed onto the table for support.
Jumping up, Marion rushed to his aid, helping him down onto the couch. "What happened? Are you alright?"
Shaking his head as if to clear it, Jesse replied, "Yeah. I guess I stood up too fast, that's all."
"Are you sure?" Marion questioned, raising her eyebrows. "You really don't look too good."
"You wouldn't look too great after working forty-eight hours without a rest," he laughed, and tried to stand, but his legs felt weak. He sneezed, and Marion gave him a look that distinctly said I-told-you-so. "What, this cold? I've had it for a few days, it's nothing. I'll be fine. But I have to leave now so I can beat the afternoon traffic." Jesse stood, holding on the arm of the couch with one hand to keep from falling, mug full of foul hospital coffee in the other.
Marion called after him jokingly, "You know I'm right. I'm always right!"
"No one's always right," Jesse slurred as his eyelids drooped and a dazed smile came across his paled face. His position shifted to the side as his eyes closed and he released his grip on the labeled mug. It fell to the ground with a loud 'clank' just before Jesse's tired body hit the cold, tiled floor of the lounge.
Marion shrieked and ran over to where the young Doctor had fallen. She lifted his head off the floor, calling out to anyone who could hear, "Someone! Anyone! Help! It's Dr. Travis! Jesse's fainted!"
