Hi, for those of you who don't know me I'm Emily and this is a fanfiction that I've had lying around for a while now. It tells the story of Lottie Truman, daughter of our favorite (well one of our favorite) E.D doctors, Adam Truman. Based from about halfway through series 22 and will tell the story for as long as I feel like it. As usual I will cover the old storylines that you know well and love but watching casualty series 22 is in no way compulsory. Even though Lottie is the main character I will be telling the story from other perspectives too just because it makes it easier and I will include bits that she's not directly involved in. I'm having fun writing this, I hope you guys enjoy it too. As always I would love feedback in the form of a review or a message just because it makes this writing all seem worthwhile. I'm rambling now so I'm going to leave you to read the actual fiction. okay, bye. :)
Lottie's feet ached. Her toes were crushed against the end of her shoes, 6 inch heeled ankle boots weren't designed for long walks across town. For the second time she considered sitting down and calling for an ambulance, but being admitted to hospital normally meant blood tests and after the night she'd had that probably wasn't such a good idea. Her arm was throbbing, she'd fallen on it when she was trying to catch a cab and she was freezing cold, she'd lost her coat earlier in the night, or morning, she couldn't actually recall when, so sitting down in frayed denim hotpants and a lace bralet even for the 5 minutes it would take for an ambulance to find her would probably mean risking hypothermia.
Finally, after much stumbling and swearing she managed to reach her destination, the emergency department carpark. She tried the door of a low blue convertible, but it was locked. Not that she was in any state to drive, and being 15 it would be illegal. She sighed, "I guess I'll just have to face the music, eh." She walked across the carpark and into the emergency department. She scanned the busy reception, but didn't see any faces that she recognized. She walked past the desk, resolving to try cubicles, but before she had got past the queue of patients she was interrupted by an all too familiar voice, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Lottie spun around on her 6inch heals grabbing Adam Truman by the elbow with her good arm to prevent herself from falling over. She grinned, "Why, hello daddy."
"Don't make me ask again."
Lottie scowled sulkily, "No need to be like that. And I am here because mother locked me out again and I couldn't pick the lock. I tried your car door as well, but to be honest I'm not really in a state to drive."
Adam kept his voice low as to avoid attracting the attention of his colleagues, but his annoyance was clear, "It's three a clock in the morning. And you're 15, you can't drink and you can't drive and not definitely at the same time."
Lottie shivered, as usual ignoring her father's criticism, "I'm cold."
Adam looked his daughter up and down, noting her clothing or lack of it. Dryly, "I'm not surprised. What have you done to your arm?"
"Fell over, didn't I? You're the doctor you tell me."
"Let me do the jokes. Does this hurt?" Adam pressed lightly on her arm.
Lottie yanked it out of his reach, "Ow. No need to poke it."
"It's probably just a sprain, but I'll get you an X-Ray to make sure. He looked around again, several of his colleagues, Charlie, Abs, Ruth, Maggie and Tess were looking at the pair, or indeed the way that Lottie was still clutching Adam's arm with suspicion. He pulled his arms free, something that didn't escape Lottie's attention. "Are you ashamed of me?" She raised her voice above the noise of the emergency department reception, "DON'T WORRY, I'M HIS DAUGHTER NOT HIS WHORE."This outburst, just loud enough for everyone in the reception to hear caused Abs to burst out laughing, Maggie and Ruth to turn away quickly pretending to be busy, and Tess and Charlie to look disapproving. Lottie lowered her voice to a seductive tone, "Although if you're interested?"
Adam sighed, pretending not to be amused, "Really Lotts? How much have you had to drink?" He leaned over reception and pulled out his navy hospital hoodie and wrapped it around his daughters shoulders. Lottie shrugged the hoodie on, leaving her swollen arm out, "Enough for me to forget what club I was drinking at, but not enough to prevent me from walking from Mum's house."
Adam frowned pulling his daughter aside and out of view, her mothers house was a good 10 minute bus ride away, "And you walked here in the dark? When will you-"
"Dr Truman, I'm sorry to interrupt, but you're needed in resus." Tess looked from the doctor to the the girl whom she presumed was his daughter.
Adam shook his head, "This conversation isn't over. Tess, this is Carlotta Truman-"
Lottie interrupted, "It's Lottie. I still don't know why you let mum call me that."
Adam ignored his daughter, "Sssh you, Carlotta Truman, aged 15 and recovering from a night out on the town. Can you put an IV line in, organise an x ray for her arm and run the usual bloods? Please, don't let her out of your sight, she knows all the tricks in the book and more."
"Dad-"
"I think you've done enough talking for one night Lotta." Adam jogged away calling over his shoulder, "And don't believe a single thing she says."
Tess watched Adam jog away before taking the teenage girl by her arm, "Come with me to cubicles then Carlotta."
Lottie pulled her arm out of Tess's reach, "I know where they are, I've been here enough times with my mother. And I don't need an IV line or any bloods, dad's just over reacting, get me an x ray and then show me to the staffroom and I'll wait there. And don't call me Carlotta, it's a ridiculous name."
"I'm sure your dad just wants what is best for you-"
"He just doesn't want to look like a shit parent in front of his colleagues. Although that is difficult when your daughter turns up in the middle of the night shift, drunk and dressed like a slut."
Tess pulled open the cubicle curtain, "If you get up on the bed I'll get a HCA to come and sit with you and maybe find you some more appropriate trousers to wear." Tess shut the cubicle door leaving Lottie indignantly reply, "I don't need a bloody babysitter."
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In resus, Adam joined Maggie and Charlie. Although the team were, of course, focused on trying to save the unconscious patient that had just come in with severe burns, they were naturally curious about their new discovery. Maggie passed Adam a roll of clingfilm, "I didn't know you had kids."
Adam began wrapping the patients arm, "There are many things you don't know about me Maggie."
Kelsey was bagging the patient and wasn't going to let the opportunity to pick up gossip pass, "So how many have you got?"
Adam ignored the question for a moment, concentrating on covering the burns on the patients arm completely, but when he had finished he replied, "Lottie is more than enough for anyone to manage. Can I have some Jello pads please?"
The team continued to treat the patient and his stats were beginning to rise when they were interrupted by Tess, "I've got the patients notes here, his name is Micheal Graves and he has no known allergies."
Maggie nodded, "Thanks Tess."
Adam took another roll of clinfilm, "Hang on a minute, didn't I leave you with Lottie?"
"Alice is with her-"
Adam turned around, "Alice? Lottie will eat Alice alive, chew her up and then spit her out in tiny pieces."
Tess frowned slightly, "Are you questioning the competency of one of my nursing staff?"
Adam shrugged, "I'm just warning you, Lottie is no average teenager."
Charlie interrupted, "Adam, this really isn't the time."
Adam nodded and turned back to the patient, "Yes, yes Charlie, but if I know my daughter you better hurry back to cubicles quickly."
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Lottie wasn't causing the chaos that her father was predicting, in fact she was actually making an effort to behave herself. The headache of too much alcohol and god knows what else was making her feel a little woozy and she was grateful for the relative warmth of the emergency department and the loan of her dad's hoodie. It smelt like him, a mixture of aftershave and hospital disinfectant. She was sat cross legged on the bed of her cubicle, having hung her her boots from the end off the bed and was trying not to laugh at Alice's timid attempts at conversation. "So, uh, are you doing your A levels in school yet?"
"Just started them." She shrugged, "Biology, Chemistry, Maths and Psychology."
"Oh, and do you enjoy them?"
Lottie frowned, "Not really. I wanted to do Art and English and History, but I don't know. You can't really be a doctor from those."
"So you want to be a doctor?"
Lottie rolled her eyes, "I've spent enough time in hospitals..."
The curtain opened and Maggie stepped in, "Hi, I'm Maggie Coldwell and I'm going to be your doctor today."
Lottie sighed, "Can't I just have my dad?"
Alice smiled, "This is Carlotta, although she prefers Lottie, Truman and she's got a suspected sprained wrist and is also feeling a little woozy after her night out."
"Okay Lottie, can I take a look at your arm?"
Lottie held out the arm without speaking or looking at the doctor. Maggie pressed on it lightly, "Does this hurt?"
Lottie's reply was both sullen and reluctant, "Yes. A bit."
"Well, I'll have to send you for an X-Ray. Any pain elsewhere?"
"Yeah a headache but that's generally expected after consuming alcohol. And my feet hurt but that's 'cause I walked in those shoes."
"No sickness or vomiting?"
Lottie raised her eyebrows, "Do you see any vomit?"
Maggie nodded, "Okay, okay. I'd like to take some blood too-"
"Is this actually medically necessary or are you just trying to get the gossip? Because if you want to know, Adam is my father. He's not together, and nor has he ever really been together with my mum. There is no scandal or whatever, he pays his child support and he takes me to the zoo. And the only reason that he didn't mention me, is because you didn't ask. Okay? Is the show over?"
"I'm asking these questions because I'm a doctor and this is my job. Now, I'm going to get a nurse to take some blood and I'll be along later to discuss the results. Alice, here will take you to your X Ray as soon as a slot becomes available."
Lottie, regretting her outburst, nodded quietly. "Is there any way I could have a cup of coffee and some paracetamol? My head does actually hurt quite a lot."
Maggie nodded to Alice, "Give her 800mg of ibuprofen, but just a glass of water, okay?"
Alice smiled, "Thank you Maggie."
"Any time love."
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"Is that Lottie's x ray?"
Maggie nodded and stepped aside to let Adam take a look at his daughter's x ray. "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be Maggie?"
"Teenage girls can be difficult, and Lottie certainly seems like a handful."
Adam shook his head, "Takes after her mother. Darcy is- Darcy's something else." Maggie could sense that there was something that Adam wasn't telling her and wanted to enquire more but the other doctor pulled down the x ray. "Simple fracture. She'll need a cast."
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"I'm Abs, I'm going to be plastering your arm today."
Lottie scowled, "Don't you have something else to do? I don't need a bloody cast."
"I have an x ray and a diagnosis from a two reputable doctors that says otherwise. No need to frown, we have lots of pretty colours."
"I'm not 6. Jeez."
"Okay. Not six. How old are you then?"
Lottie scowled and jumped off the bed. "Read the notes."
Abs sighed, "Your wish is my command." He pulled the notes of the end of the bed, "Follow me Lottie Truman- wait Truman, are you Adam's kid?"
"Whoo. Well done mate." The sarcasm in the teenagers voice was more than obvious, Abs had recieved much worse from patients before so he wasn't too bothered. They had got to the plaster room. Abs pulled out the plaster box, "So, this is the big decision, red, blue, green, pink, purple?"
"White."
Abs held up his hands in response to the tone. "White is fine. So Lottie, how did you end up with a broken arm?"
"I got drunk and fell over. And then my mum locked me out because I stole her last bottle of vodka so I walked here. Happy days. How long is this going to take?"
"Why, have you got somewhere to be?"
"Nope. Just wondering how much longer I'm going to have to sit here and listen to your attempts of making conversation."
Abs blinked, "Ouch."
Lottie shook her head, regretting what she had said instantly. The nurse was just trying to do his job. "Sorry, I shouldn't take my bad mood out on you."
"And why are you in a bad mood?"
Lottie laughed, "Seriously? It's 4am and half of my brain still feels drunk and the other half is hungover. I walked from one side of town to the other in, well you saw what I'm wearing. My mum locked me out, I lost my coat and bag in a club which name I can't even remember. My dad conveniently forgot to mention that he had a daughter, and although I can see why and if I was him I wouldn't want to own up to me, it does just hurt a little bit to be erased from existence. Oh and my arm hurts a bit too."
"Well..."
Lottie shook her head, "Doesn't matter."
"If you want to talk about it-"
"I don't. I can exercise my right to silence if I want to."
Abs shook his head, "You do that, we're nearly done."
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Her bloods had came back clean, apart from the alcohol of course and she was ready and waiting to go home. Her dad had promised that they could go as soon as his shift was over, but as usual, "something's come up, sorry Lotta, you'll have to wait." And so she was waiting, sitting at the reception desk and watching the nurses, doctors, patients and relatives in the E.D walk by. The receptionist, T.C, seemed to be quite amusing and most of the nurses smiled at her as they walked past. It would have been easy to slip away, no one seemed to be watching her any more, the nice nurse who had sat with her had gone home and everyone else was busy, but going clubbing with a plastered arm wasn't really that appealing. And to be honest, the amount of vomiting drunks she had seen go past her today was enough to put her off drinking for a while, or at least a day. "Can I help you?"
Lottie looked up to see an older man wearing scrubs, "Sorry?"
"Well, you've been sitting there for a while now? I'm Harry Harper, clinical lead."
Lottie shook her head, "I've been seen, I'm just waiting." She smiled, "I'm Lottie Truman, I'm just waiting for my dad to finish work."
"I didn't know that Dr Truman had kids."
"Just the one." Lottie sighed, "Just me."
Harry frowned, there was something about the way that she said the last too words that unsettled him, "Are you okay?"
Lottie raised her plastered arm, "Ache's a bit. But you've probably seen worse, right?"
"How did you do that?"
"Got drunk, tried to walk home, fell over." She shrugged, "No big deal."
"I can see where Dr Truman's got to if you want."
Lottie smiled, "Well thank you Harry Harper."
He nodded and walked away, "Can't have you sitting here all day, can we?"
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"Dr Truman, your daughter is waiting for you in reception."
Adam sighed, he had wanted to take Lottie home ages ago, but he had just kept on being given patients for one reason or another, "That is a fact of which I am acutely aware- wait, what did she say to you? 99% of it won't be true." Adam laughed, "I'm joking Harry. She'll be out of your hair and unclogging your reception seats as soon as I have sent Mrs Hamilton up to Keller, unless you fancy taking over? You know how it is Harry, you've got kids, we can't always jump at their beck and call."
"You know what Dr Truman, I will take Mrs Hamilton for you."
Adam frowned, this wasn't like his boss, "Okay Mr Harper, what do you want?"
"As you said, I've got kids, I know how it is." The older doctor shrugged, "Take her out somewhere nice."
"What is this, parenting advice 101?"
Harry shook his head, "Just go Adam."
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Adam came up behind his daughter and ruffled her hair. "Hey Lotta."
Lottie stood up, "Mind the hair, that took ages to do."
"I can tell, come on then wounded soldier, we're going to get breakfast."
Lottie looked herself up and down, she was still wearing her clubbing gear, "I can't go for breakfast like this, it'll look like you've bought yourself a stripper."
Adam laughed, walking out of the E.D doors, "Good thing I have a change of clothes for you in my car."
Lottie followed him, "You let me sit here like this all morning, freezing cold with half the drunks in holby leering at me."
"You picked the clothes Lottie." Adam opened the car door and produced a pair of leggings, a pair of creepers and a grey sweatshirt. "These are yours right?"
Lottie took them, "Who else do you carry changes of clothes for?"
Adam shrugged with a slight smile, "Now that would be telling."
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Lottie was tucking into her eggs, hash browns, baked beans, toast and polystyrene cup of tea wrapped up warm in her leggings, sweatshirt and Adams coat. Adam was sat opposite working his way through the same but with double bacon, two sausages and double black pudding. He smiled, "Now this is where I give you the responsible parent talk."
Lottie laughed, her dad had never been one for responsibility, especially concerning her. He preferred to be the fun dad who took her out to the zoo or on holiday, "Don't kid yourself."
"I'm serious. These are the rules okay? No drinking-" Seeing the look on Lottie's face he amended, "Well, no getting drunk then. Half a pint of cider at home with your mates is okay, but no getting wasted. Don't accept drinks off strangers, especially not the dark and handsome ones."
"What, the like you?"
Adam acknowledged his daughter's comment with a smile but continued with the lecture, "Don't walk home in the dark without friends and try to wear something suitable on your feet next time. And no skipping school. And definitely no driving my car, or any car. Your fake driving license might fool the club bouncer but it won't fool any police man."
"How did you-"
"Quiet, I'm being a responsible parent."
Lottie burst out laughing. "Sorry but-" And then she looked serious, "You're worried that I'm going to turn out like my mum, I get it. But I'm not like her, I won't be like her."
Adam raised his eyebrows, "She drinking again?"
"Not really." Lottie shrugged, "You know what she's like."
"You can always come and stay with me for a bit."
"You know I worry about her when I'm not there. She might be a crazy alcoholic but she's my mother. If I don't look out for her then no one will?" Noticing the slightly hurt look on her dad's face, "Not that I wouldn't love to. It would be nice, but a bit boring to be honest, no tantrums at 3am because she's forgotten the pass code to her phone or I've hidden her supply of vodka or she can't find her cigarettes, no screaming when there's no booze in the house-"
Adam grinned, "I could give it my best shot."
Lottie shook her head, still smiling, "Nope, no one does temper tantrums like my mother. You would know."
Adam nodded, he had finished his breakfast, but Lottie still had half a plate left. She was picking at the egg and beans but he could tell she wasn't really hungry any more. "You gonna eat that?"
Lottie pushed her plate towards him and picked up the cup of tea, "All yours fat man."
"Hey!"
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