Disclaimer: Nathalie's mine . that's about it.
A/N: Nathalie comes from my other fanfic, Sweet Child Of Mine, but they aren't really connected very much, so u don't have to read it. Pls r&r if u have the time. Love LJ xXx
(1) Blue Is The Colour
"Good morning, Susan," Dr John Carter greeted as he sailed into the ER that late spring morning. "And isn't it a lovely morning today?" His wife and Head Nurse, Abby Carter raised her eyebrows at her friend Dr Susan Lewis.
"I'm sure it is lovely, Carter," Susan replied. "But I'm going home. I've been on since 10pm yesterday and if I intend to do the same thing tonight then I'm going to go home and sleep." Then she noticed Abby holding their four month old daughter.
"Hey, Nathalie!" she smiled at the little girl. Nathalie, who had been sleeping, opened her eyes and looked straight at Susan with startling green eyes. "How is she?"
"She's been sleeping a whole lot, so no problems there," Abby answered as Nathalie gave a long wide yawn.
"Well I guess it's alright for some," Susan grinned. "I'm sure you're every parent's dream, right, Nat?" Nathalie smiled which only broadened Susan's smile.
"Well, you know I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got some serious sleeping to catch up on," she told them. "I'll see you later."
"Ok, I'll take Nathalie up to day-care," Abby said, holding their daughter out for Carter to kiss her forehead.
"See ya, Nat," he smiled as he watched his wife take her away.
* * *
It was half past midnight when Carter and Abby were woken by Nathalie's cries.
"Every parent's dream, right?" Carter mumbled into his pillow as Abby groaned and staggered out of bed. She drifted sleepily down the landing to Nathalie's room and the source of the wails.
"What? What's up, baby?" she asked, between yawns, as she lifted the crying baby out of the cot. Suddenly she noticed something that made her snap awake. There was something not quite right about Nathalie's cries. They were shorter and more frantic; in between the short cries, Nathalie was breathing fast shallow breaths as though she just couldn't breathe in enough air.
"Christ, John!" she shouted and Carter came running in.
"What? What's wrong?" he demanded, worried.
"Something's not right with Nat," she told him, panicked.
"Oh crap," he muttered, hearing her cries. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked closer. "Jesus. We have to take her into the ER." He instructed.
Nathalie's lips were blue and the ends of her small fingers and toes were taking on a blue tinge.
* * *
Susan Lewis sprawled herself on the reception desk. She was fed up with treating drunks who were convinced they were dying. It was nearly one am and she had already been sick on four times. There was nothing pretty about night shifts.
"Susan, you have to help us," Susan jerked her head up; that was Abby's voice. Sure enough, Abby and Carter came through the ER doors, looking extremely pale and worried.
"What? What is it?"
Abby held out their baby daughter, who had stopped crying. Her lips were definitely blue, as were her fingers and toes.
"Oh God," Susan muttered as she took Nathalie from Abby's trembling hands. Nathalie was cold and clammy and stared at her as though pleading with Susan to help her as she drew in rapid breaths.
A/N: Nathalie comes from my other fanfic, Sweet Child Of Mine, but they aren't really connected very much, so u don't have to read it. Pls r&r if u have the time. Love LJ xXx
(1) Blue Is The Colour
"Good morning, Susan," Dr John Carter greeted as he sailed into the ER that late spring morning. "And isn't it a lovely morning today?" His wife and Head Nurse, Abby Carter raised her eyebrows at her friend Dr Susan Lewis.
"I'm sure it is lovely, Carter," Susan replied. "But I'm going home. I've been on since 10pm yesterday and if I intend to do the same thing tonight then I'm going to go home and sleep." Then she noticed Abby holding their four month old daughter.
"Hey, Nathalie!" she smiled at the little girl. Nathalie, who had been sleeping, opened her eyes and looked straight at Susan with startling green eyes. "How is she?"
"She's been sleeping a whole lot, so no problems there," Abby answered as Nathalie gave a long wide yawn.
"Well I guess it's alright for some," Susan grinned. "I'm sure you're every parent's dream, right, Nat?" Nathalie smiled which only broadened Susan's smile.
"Well, you know I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got some serious sleeping to catch up on," she told them. "I'll see you later."
"Ok, I'll take Nathalie up to day-care," Abby said, holding their daughter out for Carter to kiss her forehead.
"See ya, Nat," he smiled as he watched his wife take her away.
* * *
It was half past midnight when Carter and Abby were woken by Nathalie's cries.
"Every parent's dream, right?" Carter mumbled into his pillow as Abby groaned and staggered out of bed. She drifted sleepily down the landing to Nathalie's room and the source of the wails.
"What? What's up, baby?" she asked, between yawns, as she lifted the crying baby out of the cot. Suddenly she noticed something that made her snap awake. There was something not quite right about Nathalie's cries. They were shorter and more frantic; in between the short cries, Nathalie was breathing fast shallow breaths as though she just couldn't breathe in enough air.
"Christ, John!" she shouted and Carter came running in.
"What? What's wrong?" he demanded, worried.
"Something's not right with Nat," she told him, panicked.
"Oh crap," he muttered, hearing her cries. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked closer. "Jesus. We have to take her into the ER." He instructed.
Nathalie's lips were blue and the ends of her small fingers and toes were taking on a blue tinge.
* * *
Susan Lewis sprawled herself on the reception desk. She was fed up with treating drunks who were convinced they were dying. It was nearly one am and she had already been sick on four times. There was nothing pretty about night shifts.
"Susan, you have to help us," Susan jerked her head up; that was Abby's voice. Sure enough, Abby and Carter came through the ER doors, looking extremely pale and worried.
"What? What is it?"
Abby held out their baby daughter, who had stopped crying. Her lips were definitely blue, as were her fingers and toes.
"Oh God," Susan muttered as she took Nathalie from Abby's trembling hands. Nathalie was cold and clammy and stared at her as though pleading with Susan to help her as she drew in rapid breaths.