Kerry was fast realizing that being the alpha bitch of the ER had advantages over having friends and colleagues on the staff. For one, unless she had been literally dying no one gave a damn how she was feeling. With the new Weaver/Staff relationship everyone had inquired about how she was doing.
Of course, they could have been asking because she wasn't really supposed to be back yet. But she had been going insane at home. Too many thoughts running through her head and no babies wailing and druggies screaming to drown them out. At work there was only work.
She hadn't spoken to Kim for two weeks and Kim hadn't tried to contact her either. One part of Kerry was relieved about that. The other just wanted to pretend like the whole freaky trip to another planet, another solar system just hadn't happened.
The relieved part was in the lead.
"Ker." Kerry stared down at Kim's hand on her arm. Kim removed it after a beat, "I'm not running away."
Kerry stared at Kim and stared and stared. "A suggestion. Let your Residents and other Attendings take the Psych consults." Kerry turned on her heel and strode down the hall. Because of the temporary arm cuff crutch on her right side it was the same walk as the day that they had met years before. A lump formed in Kim's throat. Kim hadn't generally been a butt woman before that day, she'd always appreciated the top of a woman's body just a tiny bit more than the rest. But Kerry, her walk, her back, was like a siren call to Kim.
Kim closed her eyes and came back to the present. When she opened them Kerry was gone from the hall. The blonde sighed, picked up her clipboard and started for the elevators. It was time to get back to work. Kerry was alive and Kim was alive. There would be time and Kim would win the redhead back. No short cuts, no lies, and definitely no Christy.
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Fin ~ January 4th, 2010