35 - Penicillin
It actually ended up being a pretty damn good movie.
What I could hear, at least...
There was an idiot behind us with a cell phone. Those things should be checked at the door, or something... To my left, Greg was staring out at the screen, rubbing his temple with an irritated expression on his face.
I smirked at his non-existant patience as he stood up and faced the guy behind us.
'If you don't hang up that phone in ten seconds, I'll shove it so far up your ass your stomach will be ringing.' He threatened calmly as I sunk in my seat, trying to contain my laughter.
'Gotta go. Bye.' I heard the guy mutter behind me as the soft slapping noise of a cell phone closing echoed gently within the silent theater.
Greg sat back down while a few grateful patrons clapped quietly in appreciation. I could only smile up at him for a moment.
'That hostility of yours should be patented.' I remarked, looking back out at the screen.
'Too much paperwork.' He replied simply with a smirk.
I walked into a patient's room the next day with a smile plastered on my face.
'Good morning, Ms. Robins.' I greeted, checking her vitals quickly. She was young, probably about seventeen or eighteen with very long dark hair and bright blue eyes. She seemed to have an over-all cheery disposition that had been understandably brought down some by her current hospitalization.
'Oy. Don't call me that.' She replied, cringing, 'It makes me sound eighty.'
'Alright, what would you like me to call you?' I asked, laughing softly.
'My first name would be nice... It's Cleo.' She replied, playing with the corner of the blanket that was thrown hap-hazardly over her.
'Alright. Good morning, Cleo.' I said, jotting a few things down in her file.
'Thank you.' She stated, satisfaction evident in her voice.
'Well, Cleo, you seem to be doing fine. Your progress is very encouraging.' I said with a smile as a nurse came in with a syringe and a vial.
'Good morning, Ms. Robins.' The nurse chirped, standing next to the bed and filling the syringe slowly.
I laughed as Cleo groaned and slapped her palm onto her head.
'Call her Cleo, or she's liable to have a nervous breakdown.' I told the nurse while moving toward the door, 'Another thing we'd have to treat...' I joked just before leaving, hearing a soft laugh behind me.
I walked for a few moments and saw Greg standing to the side, arguing with Cuddy. I opened the file and hid my face behind it as I walked on, hoping not to be found by the Dean of Medicine. Turning the corner, I stopped and waited for Greg to pass by.
'Hey.' I called out as I saw him go by.
He turned around to look at me, but before anything more could be said our beepers went off. One after the other.
'Oh, shit.' I said to myself softly as I read the message flashing on the beeper at my waist.
I heard Greg's sneakers squeak behind me as I ran back to the room I had just been in. Cleo was on the bed, not breathing. I threw the file I had been holding on the bed, and rushed over to her just as Greg came into the room after me. I hurried to look into the young girl's mouth.
'Her airway's constricted!' I exclaimed, and in a moment I was pushed out of the way as Greg intubated her. Quickly, I opened a drawer and took out the bag that would soon have to be attached to the tube that was pushing it's way down Cleo's throat and handed it to Greg when he called out for it.
I let out a sigh of relief as her heart rate slowly stablized. A few short moments passed before Foreman shot into the room, followed by Allison.
'What the hell did you authorize to give her?' Greg yelled at Foreman, obviously more than a bit ticked off. Foreman blinked a few times in indignation before replying.
'Penicillin.' He stated simply. My eyebrows furrowed as I struggled to remember something from Cleo's file. Walking over to the bed, I picked up the file where I had thrown it and flipped through it. My expression hardened as I shoved the yellow folder into Foreman's hands.
'She's allergic to penicillin.' I spat at him icily, 'How could you miss that? You could have killed her.'
I watched as Allison grabbed the file from Foreman's hands and looked at it for herself.
'You must be very proud, Doctor.' I finished, pushing past Foreman roughly and storming out into the hall.
I slammed the door behind me as I stomped into the nearest breakroom, fuming. Wilson looked over from the couch where he was sitting, watching some TV and eating a sandwich.
'What kind of a doctor misses something that simple?' I yelled randomly, just trying to let off some steam.
'Why are you yelling at the coffee maker?' Wilson asked me, turning around in his seat with an eyebrow raised as Greg walked in.
'Foreman almost killed a patient.' Greg told Wilson, trying to relieve his confusion, but only resulting in an even more confused look on the oncologist's face.
'So why is she stressing out?'
'Because it's my fault.' I said, just trying to make them shut up.
'I thought you said Foreman screwed up...' Wilson rambled, looking back at Greg. He only shrugged in reply. I sighed and sunk into a chair that was at my right and rubbed my temple.
'If I had taken that damn job, it wouldn't have happened...' I muttered, staring at the floor.
My statement was responded to by silence.
'And I know you told that nurse in cardiology.' I exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Wilson.
'How in the hell could you possibly--'
'Your nurse told Chase, and he couldn't keep his big mouth shut and started a chain reaction.' I replied, wildy waving my arm with the last bit of my statement.
'Well, you should know by now that there are no secrets at Princeton Plainsboro.' Wilson said, turning back to his TV show.
'You're so comforting...' I said sarcastically, making myself get up and go over to the fridge aimlessly. I wasn't really hungry...
'You blame yourself for Foreman's mistake?' Greg asked me softly after walking over to me, standing on the other side of the fridge door.
'If I had taken the position, he wouldn't have had the chance to make that mistake.' I replied simply, stealing someone's Sprite out of the fridge and opening it.
'Don't be an idiot. Foreman's mistake was his fault. Yeah, I think you should've taken the job, but that doesn't make you responsible for Foreman's idiocy.' Greg lectured in reply, shooting me a small smile when he was finished. I smirked reluctantly into the fridge before looking back up at him with a soft nod.
'Thank you.' I whispered. Come to think of it, I hadn't really meant it to come out that quietly.
'Do I get a reward for being so wonderful?' He asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively, making me laugh.
'Have some Sprite.' I replied, offering the can in my hand.
'Forget it.' He said, still smirking as he turned and started to move toward the couch. Before he could go any further, I put my hand on his shoulder, making him turn back around.
He raised his eyebrows questioningly, his smirk getting infinitely more devious. Leaning into him, I kissed him softly.
'Nice reward.' He said after I broke away.
'You should be wonderful more often.' I told him with a smile.
A/N: An update so soon?! What's going on? Is the sky falling? No, the sky isn't falling... At least, it's not falling here. If it's falling there, you've got a serious problem on your hands... But, anywho. The reason? The day I post this, Saturday, March 31st, 2007 marks one year of Healing Wounds!
Isn't it exciting?! I'm excited... I never really expected this story to actually be liked. But I posted it anyway, and apparently it has been liked. So I want to thank you guys. All of you that have read, reviewed, alert-listed, faved, and even put this story on your C2s! You're the ones who kept this story going for as long as it has, (which is ONE YEAR in case you didn't notice! -happiness-) every single one of you. So, pat yourselves on the back - preferably joined with a review - and go have a SoBe on me.
... Geez, can you imagine the Author's Note that awaits you guys when I actually finish this fic?