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Chapter 2
No One's POV/ Song lyrics /Gabriella's POV
Gabriella awoke from a restless sleep and stared at the ceiling. She couldn't remember what she had been dreaming about. Just a lot of running and name-calling.
Troy…Oh crap, now I'm thinking about him again. I really have to stop doing that.
She gathered all her energy and got out of bed. Rubbing her eyes, she walked into the living room to find some of her friends on her sofa munching Doritos.
"Hey Gabby!" called Zeke in between mouthfuls, his arm around Sharpay. Ryan and Kelsi were also on the couch watching TV and having what looked like a toe-war.
"Hey" Gabriella walked over to the kitchen counter and then realised something.
"Um, hey you guys, who let you in? I mean Taylor's at St Joe's and…"
"Oh Taylor let us in before she went to work." Kelsi said without taking her eyes off the screen." Which was about three hours ago."
"So you lot have just been sitting around here, watching TV and eating our food?
"Pretty much." Ryan mumbled. "Then again..." he turned round to look at Gabriella "What else is new?"
Gabriella smirked. He did have a point.
"Wait a minute, did you say Taylor left 3 hours ago?"
"Mmhmmm" was the general reply she got.
"Which would make it…" she looked at her watch "Holy crap, I'm gonna be late for work!"
She scurried into the bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, scurried back into her room, changed into something that was remotely decent, or basically something that was clean, grabbed her bag and scurried back in the living room. And grabbed her cell phone, purse and keys.
"Spare key is in the bowl in the hallway use it to lock up when you leave and slide it under the door don't make long distance phone calls and don't eat the entire contents of our refrigerator" Gabriella rambled, barely making a breath before she ran out the door.
"Well fine, we won't eat the weird-looking tofu in the refrigerator, my god that's such a hard loss." Zeke earned himself a whack from Sharpay.
Gabriella was in the locker room at the hospital changing into her scrubs. She was just quickly organising her hair when Taylor walked in.
"Hey you. Wow, you look rough."
"Thanks, that really helps." Gabriella replied with a scrunchie in her mouth.
"Sorry. Hey what would you do if one of your patients needed a liver transplant but is an alcoholic?" Taylor looked up from one of her charts.
"Well that depends, is he willing to stop drinking?"
"I doubt it. He always seems to be in a foul mood when he's sober."
"Well then it's your call, if you think he deserves another person's liver when you can just give it to someone who will put it to better use." Gabriella started to tie her shoelace.
"I know, its just gonna be so hard to break the news to his son. He is so unbelievably cute." Taylor sighed.
"Taylor!" Gabriella looked up, half shocked, half laughing. "Who was the girl who gave me the lecture on how it is not right to fraternise with patients and how relationships between them should be strictly professional?"
"You seem to have misunderstood, this is the patient's son." Taylor retorted. "And I mean come on, I haven't had a date since Chad, throw me a line here."
"That is a lie, you went out with Henry what's-his-face last month." Gabriella argued.
"Oh please, I'd hardly call Hums-Annoying-Jingles-At-Dinner a date."
Gabriella laughed, put on her white coat and walked out into the main hallway with Taylor. They continued their conversation until a nurse approached Gabriella.
"Dr Montez? You have a new patient. Broken leg, Ward 23." She handed Gabriella a chart.
"Thank you Nurse Hennessey " The nurse walked away.
"Oh I've heard about this patient. Not seen him yet but apparently he's quite a hottie. Didn't catch a name but apparently, get this, he has his own entourage." Taylor launched into her weekly gossip.
"What kind of person has his own entourage?" Gabriella laughed, not bothering to look at the chart.
"Someone really famous or a manager of some, really huge company." Taylor giggled. "Anyway, I have to go treat my alcoholic, tell me all the details later." Taylor started to walk away.
"Okay see you later."
"Tell me how you handled his entourage!" Taylor called from down the hall.
Gabriella laughed and started to walk towards the elevator. Now she was curious. She was about to look at the chart when she stopped herself. If it really was someone famous, she would rather be surprised. Gabriella walked into the elevator and caught sight of herself in the mirror-like wall. She sighed. Once again she looked a state.
God, I could of at least put some make-up onGabriella shook herself. What did she tell herself yesterday?
There's no point in dressing up when I should be saving lives.
One the elevator had stopped; she stepped out and walked along the corridor. She was slightly harassed by some distressed looking interns but she handled their problems quickly. When they disappeared, Gabriella realised she was just outside Ward 23. She walked in.
It looked like any ordinary ward. Multiple beds along the wall, most of them with patients in them. However, the conscious ones were all straining themselves to look over at the bed in the corner. Which, as she suspected, was surrounded by men in very professional looking suits, talking on cell phones (which Gabriella made a mental note to herself to tell them that cell phones are prohibited in the hospital), taking notes in organisers. In fact, not only did she see and entourage, she saw a couple of men in red and white tracksuits. One of them, she couldn't see the face, had particularly large hair, which she felt that she should recognise.
Then she saw the patient.
Her jaw dropped.
In the bed, surrounded by all these people, still dressed in what looked like a basketball uniform, was the one and only, Troy Bolton.
To be continued.
A/N: Heeheehee, I quite like this chapter. Anyway, please, please, please review. They make me hppy. Well if you are reading all the way down here, I'm assuming you've just read it . Anyway, I'll update soon! x x x