Enter A Stranger
Part 12: Attack of the Heart
Disclaimer: The usual.
Thanks: The people I have previosuly mentioned.
Spoliers: A shit load.
Notes: Not at the moment.
"Do you want me to open it or do you want to do the honors?"
"You do it Elizabeth, I can't," replied Mykalla. "I'm too nervous." Elizabeth opened the envelope and took out the paper. Her facal expression didn't change as she read over it. "God, give me something."
"You didn't fail anything. It looks like the only thing that might give you a problem is history," she said handing the paper to Mykalla.
She read over it quickly. "That *jerk*!! I can't believe he did that. Barnes actually gave me an incomplete."
"What does an incomplete mean?"
"I don't have a grade. There isn't enough work for him to give me a complete grade for the grading period. My mother will have a fit. Maybe I should go start packing now, becasue once she sees this I know I won't be living here any longer."
"It's not going to come to that, ok. I'll talk to her when she calls. All you need to do is make up the work to get a grade, right?"
"I don't know Elizabeth. Barnes is an asshole."
Mark pushed the back door open and quietly entered the kitchen. Mykalla and Elizabeth turned towards him when they heard the door creak. "Did I come in at a bad time?" he asked noticing the tears that had started to build in Mykalla's eyes. "What's going on?"
"What's going on?!!! WHAT'S GOING ON?!!!! I'll tell you what's going on..." yelled Mykalla.
"MIKE! CALM DOWN!" interrupted Elizabeth. Mykalla stopped ranting ans stared at Elizabeth in shock. She stormed out of the kitchen and upstairs to her room. "Mike got her grades in the mail today, and seh's a little upset," she said to Mark.
"I'll say," he replied. "They couldn't have been that bad. Let me see." She handed the paper that Mykalla threw on the island to Mark. He read through it quietly. "History?" he asked.
"Yeah. She's afraid that her mom's going to make her move back home."
"An incomplete is a rough grade to get. Especially if you need grades."
"She thinks it's because of her transfer. The guy is suposively a royal pain to all of his students."
"The only thing she can do, is try to talk to this guy. I hope her mom doesn't react the same way she did, it could get ugly."
"Mark, this is funny. She's really upset."
"I know, Elizabeth, I know. But there isn't anything that you can say to her right now to change the way she feels. She's not going to stop being upset until she is able to talk to her mom and is told that she can stay here. So let her be upset for a little while, ok.?"
"I don't like to see her this way. When she gets upset, she can get really upset. I jsut don't want her to do something rash," replied Elizabeth.
"I don't like her to be this way either, but we can't do anything about it. This is between her and her mother, and her and her teacher. Let them handle it."
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"Hello... oh hi mom," said Mykalla nervously after she picked up the phone. It had been two days since she had recieved her grades in the mail, and she was dreading a conversation with her mother about them.
"Don't oh hi mom me," yelled Jill in response, sounding more than a little annoyed. "NOW what is this, huh, what the hell is this?"
"What? I don't know what you have mom."
"Don't play dumb. This report card. What is with this? An incomplete?!?? I told you no slacking."
"I know mom, but...."
"No buts," interrupted Jill, "You know the rules, all B's."
"Mom it's just..."
"*NO!* You know what your father told you. I suggest you start organizing yourself."
"But mom, you..."
"NO! This is the end of this discussion. Just wait till your father gets home."
"Yes mother. Good bye," said Mykalla before hanging up the phone. She crashed down on her bed and screamed, "ARRRGGGGG!!!"
Mark heard her scream from his bedroom and ran into Mykalla's room. "Mike, you all right? I heard you screaming."
"Frustration. That was my mother on the phone, and it wasn't the best conversation in the world. I don't even think it was a conversation, just her yelling at me."
"Oh, everythign ok? You're not going home, are you?"
"My mom says that I should start 'geting organized', which to her means everything in boxes ready to go. I have to wait for my father to get home, and talk to him."
"Go out for awhile," suggested Mark. "Call Rob, and go soemwhere to get your mind off things."
"I would but, he's visiting his grandparents this weekend. He won't be home till late tomorrow night. I'll just crash here." Mykalla plopped back on the bed as the phone started ringing. Elizabeth picked it up downstairs. "Mark," she yelled. "It's for you."
Mark picked up the phone in Mykalla's room. "Hello?"
"Mark," said Kerry on the other end of the line. "Where are you? We've been pagin you for fifteen minutes, why haven't you called in?"
Mark grabbed his pager off his waist and hit it a couple times. "the batteries must have died, Kerry. What's going on?"
"We're being slammed, and we're shot a few nurses and two docs. Do you think you can come in?"
"Yeah, sure thing Kerry."
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"Afternoon Dr. Greene. We got a real bad MVA coming in in five, can you grab it?"
"It'll take it Lydia," replied Mark closing the door to his locker. "Mike, you know your wya around here, just stay away form the tramas ok." Mark left the lounge followed by Mykalla. He head to the ambulance bay to wait for the MVA to pull up.
Myklla went to the ad mit desk and sat down next to Randi. Randi popped her gum as she looked up from her Cosmo. "Hey kid. Why you so down? Rob didn't dump you, did he?"
"No," replied Mykalla. "We're still together, over a month now. He's visiting his grandparents in Milwalkee for the weekend."
"Well, relationships are about the end of my expertise. But what's on your mind Mike, I've never seen you like this."
"I gotta move back home."
"What!?!?!? Why? You can't leave, what about your boyfriend?"
"My ashole history teacher gave me an incomplete, which is not acceptable to my parents. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Allright kid. Want to hear the latest gossip?" asked Randi raising her eyebrows in hinting.
"Always," replied Mykalla. leaning in closer to hear everything.
"Ok so, it turns out that the girl Carter's been seeing, Rena, she's supposivly only..."
"Twenty," interrupted Mykalla. "That's old news Randi, come on. You got to have soemthing good."
"Go easy on me, ok, I jsut got on like twenty mintues ago. I haven't had the chance to talk to Haleh or Chuni yet."
"Sorry. Any new cuties around here." The two continued talking about the guys of the ER as the patients mulled around.
"MIKE!" yelled Mark form the top of a gurney that he was givnig CPR on. "Help push this to Trama 2." Mykalla ran to the other side of the gurney aand began pushign as the paramedic began running off the stats. "White male aage unknown. Found collapsed and un conscience in someone's driveway. No I.D. Pulse 90 over 60. Breathing staggard, didn't intabate, put oxygen mask on in the rig."
They entered the trama roon and stopped the gurney. "Ok on my count. 1... 2... 3..." said Mark lifting the stretcher. "Get me a pulse ox, CBC, Chem 7, blood gas, portable chest and and EKG. ANd let's see if we can get an ID and a relative." Mark noticed Mykalla still standing in the corner. "Thanks for the help Mike. Go back to the desk." Mykalla stood in silence starring at the man on the gurney. "Mike, go on. Get out of here."
"Barnes," she said barely loud enough to be heard.
"What?" asked Mark.
"It's Barnes," she said louder.
"Allright, we got a positive ID, John Barnes, see if you can get in contact with a relative." Turning yo Mykalla, "Thanks Mike. Go find Lydia or Amira, we need a little help in here."
Mykalla left the room in search of one of the nurses. after looking for five minutes and after not finding either of them she returned to the room. "I couldn't find them, cna i od anything?"
"Grab a pair of gloves and hand me the print out from the EKG." Mykalla ripped the paper off the machine and passed it to Mark. "OK, call CICU, 4511, and tell them to free a bed. He's stable so I'm going to move him now."
Mykalla hung up the phone and turned to face the now empty trama room. "Shit."
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"So now what, huh?" Mykalla asked Elizabeth and Mark. They had come back from County and were sitting in the living room trying to figure out how to keep Mykalla in Chicago. "With Barnes laid up with a heart attack, I can't make up an work I missed."
"You'll be fine Mike," said Mark. "You said it yourself, your dad is more understanding that your mother."
"That's right." added Elizabeth. "As much as Jill doesn't trust me, Richard does. Once you explain the situation to him, he'd bound to let you stay."
"I hope so," replied Mykalla. "I don't want to go home."
"Mykalla, we'll deal with your parents when they call," said Elizabeth compassionatly.
"You're over stressing yourself," continued Mark. "Everything will be fine." Mykalla stiffled a yawn, and shrugged her shoulders. "You haven't been getting much sleep these past few days have you?"
Mykalla just shook her head in response. "I've been too nervous."
"Go lay down for awhile, we'll wake you for dinner." Mykalla got up slowly and trudged up the stairs."
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"Mr. Barnes, I'm Dr. Greene," MArk siad picking up the chart and looking through it.
"You're not my normal doctor, who are you?" asked the man in the bed.
Mark looked up from the chart. "Hmm.. no I'm not the cardiologist. I was the ER doctor when they brought you in. I'm just following up."
"i've been out of the ER for three days, a little late for that, don't you think?"
"I've been involved in a fight with my sister-in-law's parents," replied Mark.
"oh the in-laws," replied Barnes with a laugh. "I alwasy hate those fights."
"Yeah," responded Mark with a polite chuckle. "Not my in-laws, luckily, it's a wierd situation."
"What's the fight, anythign good?"
"Oh yeah. My wife's kid sister is living with us. She has to have a certain set of grades to stay out here. And she got her grades a few days ago."
"Let me guess, less than par."
"Big time. Her history teacher gave her an incomplete. But he's out of commission for awhile, so she can't find out what she's missing. M's mother is over-reacting and we're trying to keep M in Chicago."
"Oh I see what this is. Look Dr. Greene, I gave Mykalla the grade she deserved. I don't know why you're here, but I usually talk to my students about their grades to their face. Not through some doctor."
"Mr. Barnes," said Mark turning to face the man fully. "I don't know what your impression of this conversation is, but I'm only trying to help my kid sister out. She really likes it here, and she and my wife are really close, ok. Goodbye sir." Mark dropped the chart and left the room. He rode down to the ER and turned towards the ad mit desk.
He walked only a few steps before Randi ran into him, literally. "Dr. Grenne," she said trying to catch her breath.
"What is it Randi?"
"Mike called... We've been trying to find you for over ten minutes."
"Well, what is it?"
"She wouldn't say. She said you should get home right now."
"I'm going. Tell Kovac I have an emergency at home" Mark ran into the lounge, grabbed his keys, and started home.
To Be Continued
(Left you in a lsight cliffhanger huh? What's going on? Only I know. Well I don't quite know yet, totally. But whatever's going on, should be interesting.)
Part 12: Attack of the Heart
Disclaimer: The usual.
Thanks: The people I have previosuly mentioned.
Spoliers: A shit load.
Notes: Not at the moment.
"Do you want me to open it or do you want to do the honors?"
"You do it Elizabeth, I can't," replied Mykalla. "I'm too nervous." Elizabeth opened the envelope and took out the paper. Her facal expression didn't change as she read over it. "God, give me something."
"You didn't fail anything. It looks like the only thing that might give you a problem is history," she said handing the paper to Mykalla.
She read over it quickly. "That *jerk*!! I can't believe he did that. Barnes actually gave me an incomplete."
"What does an incomplete mean?"
"I don't have a grade. There isn't enough work for him to give me a complete grade for the grading period. My mother will have a fit. Maybe I should go start packing now, becasue once she sees this I know I won't be living here any longer."
"It's not going to come to that, ok. I'll talk to her when she calls. All you need to do is make up the work to get a grade, right?"
"I don't know Elizabeth. Barnes is an asshole."
Mark pushed the back door open and quietly entered the kitchen. Mykalla and Elizabeth turned towards him when they heard the door creak. "Did I come in at a bad time?" he asked noticing the tears that had started to build in Mykalla's eyes. "What's going on?"
"What's going on?!!! WHAT'S GOING ON?!!!! I'll tell you what's going on..." yelled Mykalla.
"MIKE! CALM DOWN!" interrupted Elizabeth. Mykalla stopped ranting ans stared at Elizabeth in shock. She stormed out of the kitchen and upstairs to her room. "Mike got her grades in the mail today, and seh's a little upset," she said to Mark.
"I'll say," he replied. "They couldn't have been that bad. Let me see." She handed the paper that Mykalla threw on the island to Mark. He read through it quietly. "History?" he asked.
"Yeah. She's afraid that her mom's going to make her move back home."
"An incomplete is a rough grade to get. Especially if you need grades."
"She thinks it's because of her transfer. The guy is suposively a royal pain to all of his students."
"The only thing she can do, is try to talk to this guy. I hope her mom doesn't react the same way she did, it could get ugly."
"Mark, this is funny. She's really upset."
"I know, Elizabeth, I know. But there isn't anything that you can say to her right now to change the way she feels. She's not going to stop being upset until she is able to talk to her mom and is told that she can stay here. So let her be upset for a little while, ok.?"
"I don't like to see her this way. When she gets upset, she can get really upset. I jsut don't want her to do something rash," replied Elizabeth.
"I don't like her to be this way either, but we can't do anything about it. This is between her and her mother, and her and her teacher. Let them handle it."
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"Hello... oh hi mom," said Mykalla nervously after she picked up the phone. It had been two days since she had recieved her grades in the mail, and she was dreading a conversation with her mother about them.
"Don't oh hi mom me," yelled Jill in response, sounding more than a little annoyed. "NOW what is this, huh, what the hell is this?"
"What? I don't know what you have mom."
"Don't play dumb. This report card. What is with this? An incomplete?!?? I told you no slacking."
"I know mom, but...."
"No buts," interrupted Jill, "You know the rules, all B's."
"Mom it's just..."
"*NO!* You know what your father told you. I suggest you start organizing yourself."
"But mom, you..."
"NO! This is the end of this discussion. Just wait till your father gets home."
"Yes mother. Good bye," said Mykalla before hanging up the phone. She crashed down on her bed and screamed, "ARRRGGGGG!!!"
Mark heard her scream from his bedroom and ran into Mykalla's room. "Mike, you all right? I heard you screaming."
"Frustration. That was my mother on the phone, and it wasn't the best conversation in the world. I don't even think it was a conversation, just her yelling at me."
"Oh, everythign ok? You're not going home, are you?"
"My mom says that I should start 'geting organized', which to her means everything in boxes ready to go. I have to wait for my father to get home, and talk to him."
"Go out for awhile," suggested Mark. "Call Rob, and go soemwhere to get your mind off things."
"I would but, he's visiting his grandparents this weekend. He won't be home till late tomorrow night. I'll just crash here." Mykalla plopped back on the bed as the phone started ringing. Elizabeth picked it up downstairs. "Mark," she yelled. "It's for you."
Mark picked up the phone in Mykalla's room. "Hello?"
"Mark," said Kerry on the other end of the line. "Where are you? We've been pagin you for fifteen minutes, why haven't you called in?"
Mark grabbed his pager off his waist and hit it a couple times. "the batteries must have died, Kerry. What's going on?"
"We're being slammed, and we're shot a few nurses and two docs. Do you think you can come in?"
"Yeah, sure thing Kerry."
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"Afternoon Dr. Greene. We got a real bad MVA coming in in five, can you grab it?"
"It'll take it Lydia," replied Mark closing the door to his locker. "Mike, you know your wya around here, just stay away form the tramas ok." Mark left the lounge followed by Mykalla. He head to the ambulance bay to wait for the MVA to pull up.
Myklla went to the ad mit desk and sat down next to Randi. Randi popped her gum as she looked up from her Cosmo. "Hey kid. Why you so down? Rob didn't dump you, did he?"
"No," replied Mykalla. "We're still together, over a month now. He's visiting his grandparents in Milwalkee for the weekend."
"Well, relationships are about the end of my expertise. But what's on your mind Mike, I've never seen you like this."
"I gotta move back home."
"What!?!?!? Why? You can't leave, what about your boyfriend?"
"My ashole history teacher gave me an incomplete, which is not acceptable to my parents. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Allright kid. Want to hear the latest gossip?" asked Randi raising her eyebrows in hinting.
"Always," replied Mykalla. leaning in closer to hear everything.
"Ok so, it turns out that the girl Carter's been seeing, Rena, she's supposivly only..."
"Twenty," interrupted Mykalla. "That's old news Randi, come on. You got to have soemthing good."
"Go easy on me, ok, I jsut got on like twenty mintues ago. I haven't had the chance to talk to Haleh or Chuni yet."
"Sorry. Any new cuties around here." The two continued talking about the guys of the ER as the patients mulled around.
"MIKE!" yelled Mark form the top of a gurney that he was givnig CPR on. "Help push this to Trama 2." Mykalla ran to the other side of the gurney aand began pushign as the paramedic began running off the stats. "White male aage unknown. Found collapsed and un conscience in someone's driveway. No I.D. Pulse 90 over 60. Breathing staggard, didn't intabate, put oxygen mask on in the rig."
They entered the trama roon and stopped the gurney. "Ok on my count. 1... 2... 3..." said Mark lifting the stretcher. "Get me a pulse ox, CBC, Chem 7, blood gas, portable chest and and EKG. ANd let's see if we can get an ID and a relative." Mark noticed Mykalla still standing in the corner. "Thanks for the help Mike. Go back to the desk." Mykalla stood in silence starring at the man on the gurney. "Mike, go on. Get out of here."
"Barnes," she said barely loud enough to be heard.
"What?" asked Mark.
"It's Barnes," she said louder.
"Allright, we got a positive ID, John Barnes, see if you can get in contact with a relative." Turning yo Mykalla, "Thanks Mike. Go find Lydia or Amira, we need a little help in here."
Mykalla left the room in search of one of the nurses. after looking for five minutes and after not finding either of them she returned to the room. "I couldn't find them, cna i od anything?"
"Grab a pair of gloves and hand me the print out from the EKG." Mykalla ripped the paper off the machine and passed it to Mark. "OK, call CICU, 4511, and tell them to free a bed. He's stable so I'm going to move him now."
Mykalla hung up the phone and turned to face the now empty trama room. "Shit."
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"So now what, huh?" Mykalla asked Elizabeth and Mark. They had come back from County and were sitting in the living room trying to figure out how to keep Mykalla in Chicago. "With Barnes laid up with a heart attack, I can't make up an work I missed."
"You'll be fine Mike," said Mark. "You said it yourself, your dad is more understanding that your mother."
"That's right." added Elizabeth. "As much as Jill doesn't trust me, Richard does. Once you explain the situation to him, he'd bound to let you stay."
"I hope so," replied Mykalla. "I don't want to go home."
"Mykalla, we'll deal with your parents when they call," said Elizabeth compassionatly.
"You're over stressing yourself," continued Mark. "Everything will be fine." Mykalla stiffled a yawn, and shrugged her shoulders. "You haven't been getting much sleep these past few days have you?"
Mykalla just shook her head in response. "I've been too nervous."
"Go lay down for awhile, we'll wake you for dinner." Mykalla got up slowly and trudged up the stairs."
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"Mr. Barnes, I'm Dr. Greene," MArk siad picking up the chart and looking through it.
"You're not my normal doctor, who are you?" asked the man in the bed.
Mark looked up from the chart. "Hmm.. no I'm not the cardiologist. I was the ER doctor when they brought you in. I'm just following up."
"i've been out of the ER for three days, a little late for that, don't you think?"
"I've been involved in a fight with my sister-in-law's parents," replied Mark.
"oh the in-laws," replied Barnes with a laugh. "I alwasy hate those fights."
"Yeah," responded Mark with a polite chuckle. "Not my in-laws, luckily, it's a wierd situation."
"What's the fight, anythign good?"
"Oh yeah. My wife's kid sister is living with us. She has to have a certain set of grades to stay out here. And she got her grades a few days ago."
"Let me guess, less than par."
"Big time. Her history teacher gave her an incomplete. But he's out of commission for awhile, so she can't find out what she's missing. M's mother is over-reacting and we're trying to keep M in Chicago."
"Oh I see what this is. Look Dr. Greene, I gave Mykalla the grade she deserved. I don't know why you're here, but I usually talk to my students about their grades to their face. Not through some doctor."
"Mr. Barnes," said Mark turning to face the man fully. "I don't know what your impression of this conversation is, but I'm only trying to help my kid sister out. She really likes it here, and she and my wife are really close, ok. Goodbye sir." Mark dropped the chart and left the room. He rode down to the ER and turned towards the ad mit desk.
He walked only a few steps before Randi ran into him, literally. "Dr. Grenne," she said trying to catch her breath.
"What is it Randi?"
"Mike called... We've been trying to find you for over ten minutes."
"Well, what is it?"
"She wouldn't say. She said you should get home right now."
"I'm going. Tell Kovac I have an emergency at home" Mark ran into the lounge, grabbed his keys, and started home.
To Be Continued
(Left you in a lsight cliffhanger huh? What's going on? Only I know. Well I don't quite know yet, totally. But whatever's going on, should be interesting.)