A/N Don't own ER. Michael Crichton, NBC, And a slew of other people do, If
I did, I would have no need to write this piece, as Romano would not be
dead, he'd be very much alive, with both his arms. Prefferably with both
those arms wrapped around the great Elizabeth Corday, or possibly doing
other things to her.*snicker* But anyway, don't sue me over this, I'm just
playing with them, I'll be nice, I promise. *NOTE* Changed a sentence in
it, I forgot Carter was in the Congo when Romano died.
Summary: Romano's eulogy finally gets written, by an unlikely person.
He heard about what had happened to the legend of Cook County General Hospital. He had seen It happen before his very eyes. He had seen the lack of people at the memorial service, one that he would have attended had it not been that he was in Africa. As much as he hated the dead man, he respected him. he heard as the eulogy got shunted from doctor to nurse, to doctor, as no one wanted to tell of this doctor. He had to do something about it.
"Robert Romano, the scourge of the ER. At the same time though, he was a good man. He had a heart, he had a soul, he was just as human as any of us. He loved and lost just as any of did, he had emotions, no matter how much he hid them. I know that he could be a jerk sometimes, but all of that was just a shell. He was a human being. He had a cynical side, and he let his cynicism, his sarcasm protected him from how cruel life, and fate, can be.
"He was an amazing doctor, there was no doubt about that. He was one of the most skilled surgeons I have ever seen, he was always able to get any one of us out of a tight spot with his skill. He was amazing, and if I was on that cold table up in the OR, he would have been my first choice for a surgeon. I wouldn't want anyone else but him, doing whatever it is I need. Even after he lost his arm he was better than half the surgeons I've seen.
"There was something about that man, that no other man possessed. He possessed knowledge and wisdom, and he knew it. while he may have thought of himself better than most, he knew that it was true. We all knew that it was true. He was an amazing man, no matter how hash a situation got, he always remained hopeful about the outcome, he trusted his talent enough to know that the patient would come out for the better.
"While I couldn't call the man a friend, it hurt me deeply to lose him. he was one of the greatest leaders the ER has ever seen. No matter how much the staff of County General may have hated him, we all respected him. he was a great man, greater than most here could ever hope to be. He lost his life in a tragic accident, a cliché if you wish to call it. Robert Romano is a man that will live on forever in the hearts of the ER. He truly was a great man."
The words lay written on a sheet of scrap paper, a leftover from some patient's chart. Words that he wish he could have spoken, words that should have been said by someone, anyone. He had respected the doctor, and he knew that his feelings were echoed throughout the ER. There was hatred, distaste for the legendary doctor, but at the same time, there was reverence and respect. Romano had been a man who commanded respect.
And it was with that paper that he walked down the cold Chicago streets to where the memorial lay, a small amount of half wilted flowers, the last dregs of what was left after the past three weeks, and the doctor's picture, nothing more than that. He lay the note on top of the flowers, slightly obscured from most to view, protected from the strong winds that the city was legendary for. With a final nod to the doctor that he had learned so much from, John Carter walked off, back through the doors and into the hell that was Cook County General Hospital.
Summary: Romano's eulogy finally gets written, by an unlikely person.
He heard about what had happened to the legend of Cook County General Hospital. He had seen It happen before his very eyes. He had seen the lack of people at the memorial service, one that he would have attended had it not been that he was in Africa. As much as he hated the dead man, he respected him. he heard as the eulogy got shunted from doctor to nurse, to doctor, as no one wanted to tell of this doctor. He had to do something about it.
"Robert Romano, the scourge of the ER. At the same time though, he was a good man. He had a heart, he had a soul, he was just as human as any of us. He loved and lost just as any of did, he had emotions, no matter how much he hid them. I know that he could be a jerk sometimes, but all of that was just a shell. He was a human being. He had a cynical side, and he let his cynicism, his sarcasm protected him from how cruel life, and fate, can be.
"He was an amazing doctor, there was no doubt about that. He was one of the most skilled surgeons I have ever seen, he was always able to get any one of us out of a tight spot with his skill. He was amazing, and if I was on that cold table up in the OR, he would have been my first choice for a surgeon. I wouldn't want anyone else but him, doing whatever it is I need. Even after he lost his arm he was better than half the surgeons I've seen.
"There was something about that man, that no other man possessed. He possessed knowledge and wisdom, and he knew it. while he may have thought of himself better than most, he knew that it was true. We all knew that it was true. He was an amazing man, no matter how hash a situation got, he always remained hopeful about the outcome, he trusted his talent enough to know that the patient would come out for the better.
"While I couldn't call the man a friend, it hurt me deeply to lose him. he was one of the greatest leaders the ER has ever seen. No matter how much the staff of County General may have hated him, we all respected him. he was a great man, greater than most here could ever hope to be. He lost his life in a tragic accident, a cliché if you wish to call it. Robert Romano is a man that will live on forever in the hearts of the ER. He truly was a great man."
The words lay written on a sheet of scrap paper, a leftover from some patient's chart. Words that he wish he could have spoken, words that should have been said by someone, anyone. He had respected the doctor, and he knew that his feelings were echoed throughout the ER. There was hatred, distaste for the legendary doctor, but at the same time, there was reverence and respect. Romano had been a man who commanded respect.
And it was with that paper that he walked down the cold Chicago streets to where the memorial lay, a small amount of half wilted flowers, the last dregs of what was left after the past three weeks, and the doctor's picture, nothing more than that. He lay the note on top of the flowers, slightly obscured from most to view, protected from the strong winds that the city was legendary for. With a final nod to the doctor that he had learned so much from, John Carter walked off, back through the doors and into the hell that was Cook County General Hospital.