Susan and Carter are better, and up and walking.
I do not own anyone, except Hope.
** Hope is 5 months.
Chapter 7: What Was Old is New Again
I walked into the Er. Like always there were people everywhere; Kids with broken bones, Junkies, suicides, heart attacks and other patients.
"Excuse me," I said; walking up to the admit desk.
"Yes, excuse you, can't you see I'm on the phone here," an overweight man, with a doughnut in his hand said.
"I'-"
"Waiting room," He said cutting me off.
"Doug?" Dr. Weaver said approaching me.
"Hi," I said.
"I'm glad you came," She said, leading me into the lounge.
"We have a staff shortage," She said; asking me to sit down.
"Yes, yes, you told me on the phone,"
"We need a pediatric doctor, would you like the job?" she asked.
"Uh, I'll have to call Carol and ask her if she'd want to move back to Chicago, but yes I would." I said.
"Well, Ok call her. And find me later." She said walking out of the Lounge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I awoke to the sound of Hope crying. I put the pillow on my head.
" I'm coming," I said getting out of bed.
"Shh, I'm here, I'm here." I said; scooping up the crying baby.
"Its Ok," I said rubbing her back.
~
"Please, I'm so hot." I cried.
"Come on, let's get you breakfast," He said walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" Gamma said taking me into her arms.
"She's probably hungry," Mom said heating up some milk.
"No I'm not hungry, it hurts it hurts," I screamed
"Shh, Ok," Mom said taking me in her arms.
~
"Here you go," I said putting the bottle in her mouth.
~
"No, I don't want it," I screamed.
~
"She's not taking it," Mom said. I took her from my mother and felt her head. No wonder she was crying. Her head was burning up.
"Alger, can you get a thermometer please," I said. Rocking Hope.
"Here you are Dr. Carter," Alger said.
"Thank you," I said, putting the thermometer into her ear.
"103.4," I said taking the thermometer out of her ear.
"Mom, Gamma I'm gonna tale her to the Hospital," I said
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Doug?" Haleh said walking up to me.
"Its me, Doug Ross," I said.
"Well if it isn't Doug Ross," Chuny said. Walking up to me with Malik and Lydia.
"Where's Carol?" Haleh asked me.
"She's in Seattle, She'll be coming with the twins later," I asked.
"Haleh, Chuny," Someone said with a crying baby. I turned around and it was John Carter.
"Dr. Ross," He said pausing for a minute.
"I need you're help," he said.
"What's wrong," I asked taking the crying baby.
"Her Temps 103.4, she won't eat or stop crying," He said following me into Trauma 2.
"Your Daughter," I asked.
"No, sister," He corrected.
"Ok, get a CBC, CHEM 7, ABG, blood culture, and lets do a spinal tap," I said lying the crying baby down on a bed.
"Ok, Lumbar Kit," I said. Putting rubbing alcohol on her back.
"What's her temp," I asked Haleh.
"103.9," She said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What are you doing to me," I cried.
"Please, Let me go," screamed.
"Shh, Its Ok" John said.
"OK, Hold her down, " The other guy said.
"Ok," John said. Putting pressure on me so I couldn't move.
"What's going on," I said crying
~~
"You got her?" Dr. Ross said. Getting ready to do the procedure.
"Ok," He said inserting the needle.
"Ahh," Hope screamed trying to get free.
~
"Why are you doing this, let me go-"
"Ahh," It hurt -, it hurt so badly.
"
"Let me go," I screamed, with pain.
~~
"Ahh," She screamed. I knew how it felt. It wasn't just a needle. It felt like 1000. Nothing could describe the pain.
"Ahh," She cried. For a 5-month-old baby, this was too much pain to handle.
"It's almost done," Doug said. Hope just kept crying.
~~
"Please, why are you doing this to me," I said struggling to get free, but I couldn't. John was holding me down to tight.
~~
"Spinal fluid is clear," Dr. Ross said, removing the needle.
"John," Susan said entering the room.
"Susan," I said walking out of the Trauma room.
"Is she Ok?" Susan asked. Looking through the glass.
"Her temps 103.9 almost 104.1," I said.
"It could be anything," I said running my fingers through my hair.
"She be Ok," Susan said.
"Dr. Lewis," Gallant said.
"We need you," He yelled.
"Well bye," She said leaving. I walked back into the room to see a woman singing to Hope; that had stopped crying.
"Abby?"
Abby= Abby Keaton
What do you think?
I do not own anyone, except Hope.
** Hope is 5 months.
Chapter 7: What Was Old is New Again
I walked into the Er. Like always there were people everywhere; Kids with broken bones, Junkies, suicides, heart attacks and other patients.
"Excuse me," I said; walking up to the admit desk.
"Yes, excuse you, can't you see I'm on the phone here," an overweight man, with a doughnut in his hand said.
"I'-"
"Waiting room," He said cutting me off.
"Doug?" Dr. Weaver said approaching me.
"Hi," I said.
"I'm glad you came," She said, leading me into the lounge.
"We have a staff shortage," She said; asking me to sit down.
"Yes, yes, you told me on the phone,"
"We need a pediatric doctor, would you like the job?" she asked.
"Uh, I'll have to call Carol and ask her if she'd want to move back to Chicago, but yes I would." I said.
"Well, Ok call her. And find me later." She said walking out of the Lounge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I awoke to the sound of Hope crying. I put the pillow on my head.
" I'm coming," I said getting out of bed.
"Shh, I'm here, I'm here." I said; scooping up the crying baby.
"Its Ok," I said rubbing her back.
~
"Please, I'm so hot." I cried.
"Come on, let's get you breakfast," He said walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" Gamma said taking me into her arms.
"She's probably hungry," Mom said heating up some milk.
"No I'm not hungry, it hurts it hurts," I screamed
"Shh, Ok," Mom said taking me in her arms.
~
"Here you go," I said putting the bottle in her mouth.
~
"No, I don't want it," I screamed.
~
"She's not taking it," Mom said. I took her from my mother and felt her head. No wonder she was crying. Her head was burning up.
"Alger, can you get a thermometer please," I said. Rocking Hope.
"Here you are Dr. Carter," Alger said.
"Thank you," I said, putting the thermometer into her ear.
"103.4," I said taking the thermometer out of her ear.
"Mom, Gamma I'm gonna tale her to the Hospital," I said
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Doug?" Haleh said walking up to me.
"Its me, Doug Ross," I said.
"Well if it isn't Doug Ross," Chuny said. Walking up to me with Malik and Lydia.
"Where's Carol?" Haleh asked me.
"She's in Seattle, She'll be coming with the twins later," I asked.
"Haleh, Chuny," Someone said with a crying baby. I turned around and it was John Carter.
"Dr. Ross," He said pausing for a minute.
"I need you're help," he said.
"What's wrong," I asked taking the crying baby.
"Her Temps 103.4, she won't eat or stop crying," He said following me into Trauma 2.
"Your Daughter," I asked.
"No, sister," He corrected.
"Ok, get a CBC, CHEM 7, ABG, blood culture, and lets do a spinal tap," I said lying the crying baby down on a bed.
"Ok, Lumbar Kit," I said. Putting rubbing alcohol on her back.
"What's her temp," I asked Haleh.
"103.9," She said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What are you doing to me," I cried.
"Please, Let me go," screamed.
"Shh, Its Ok" John said.
"OK, Hold her down, " The other guy said.
"Ok," John said. Putting pressure on me so I couldn't move.
"What's going on," I said crying
~~
"You got her?" Dr. Ross said. Getting ready to do the procedure.
"Ok," He said inserting the needle.
"Ahh," Hope screamed trying to get free.
~
"Why are you doing this, let me go-"
"Ahh," It hurt -, it hurt so badly.
"
"Let me go," I screamed, with pain.
~~
"Ahh," She screamed. I knew how it felt. It wasn't just a needle. It felt like 1000. Nothing could describe the pain.
"Ahh," She cried. For a 5-month-old baby, this was too much pain to handle.
"It's almost done," Doug said. Hope just kept crying.
~~
"Please, why are you doing this to me," I said struggling to get free, but I couldn't. John was holding me down to tight.
~~
"Spinal fluid is clear," Dr. Ross said, removing the needle.
"John," Susan said entering the room.
"Susan," I said walking out of the Trauma room.
"Is she Ok?" Susan asked. Looking through the glass.
"Her temps 103.9 almost 104.1," I said.
"It could be anything," I said running my fingers through my hair.
"She be Ok," Susan said.
"Dr. Lewis," Gallant said.
"We need you," He yelled.
"Well bye," She said leaving. I walked back into the room to see a woman singing to Hope; that had stopped crying.
"Abby?"
Abby= Abby Keaton
What do you think?