Yours and Mine
By Maya Clearwater
D/c: I don't own scrubs or any of the characters involved. Except Angela, I unfortunately own her. So don't sue me people, because I have a lawyer worse then Ted.
Chapter Two: Insanity
~*~*~*~*~
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cuz I'm in hell.
-From the song "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger
~*~*~*~*~
Elliot Reid walked into work and sighed. 'Today isn't going to be good.' she thought to herself. Everything was going wrong so far today. It all started when she got up this morning. She opened the curtains and saw a horrible sight. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and birds were singing soft melodic tunes. Elliot immediately wanted to jump the window of her third floor apartment. It was the best day of the summer and she had to spend it at work. She grimly climbed into the shower and realized she was out of Bath and Body Pearberry shower gel. She ended up washing with shampoo, which made her skin surprisingly soft. When she grabbed her morning latte, she accidentally ruined it by putting too much extra sugar in it. And now she looked down the hallway and saw Dr. Cox heading her way.
'This day cannot get any worse.' she thought.
"Barbie," Dr. Cox said approaching her, "Why are you just getting her now?" he asked impatiently
She said nothing while he continued.
"Did someone stay an hour too long in kitten and bunny land?" He asked sarcastically, "Well you are an hour late and you get two new patients. Have a nice day Barbie." He trusted two charts in her hands, gave a mocking smile, and walked off.
Elliot looked down at her watch. "Ten fifteen! Frick!" she panicked and went to go find JD.
He was over by the nurse's station talking to Turk and Carla. She walked up to them just in time to hear another of JD's crappy jokes.
"Ok hey guys, I have a -great- joke." he said excitedly
All three of them rolled their eyes and JD said, "Ok there are two musicians talking, and the first musician says to the second: Can you play the Hallelujah chorus? And the second one says: Well, I think I can Handel it." He waited for a response. Nothing. Elliot could practically hear the crickets chirping.
"Get it?! Handel!" JD was laughing hysterically, "Whoa, sometimes I crack myself up."
Turk and Carla looked at each other and left. They were currently too embarrassed by JD to be within 5 feet of him. Elliot was too depressed to care. JD looked at her and saw that she was looking worse then usual.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Is it about Sean?" he asked. He soon realized that it was a BIG mistake to mention Elliot's ex-boyfriend.
"It is NOT about Sean!" She snapped at him.
"If you ever need to talk or something . . ." He tried.
"Look JD, you're not helping."
He gave up. "Ok. I got to . . . erm . . . patients. See ya." He quickly bolted out of sight. Elliot was left all alone, just as she always was.
---
The kids were exhausted as the beating sun threw its rays on the soccer field. The teams of seven to eight year olds were all hyper from the mix of parental pressure and Gatorade. It was the last play of the tied game. Both teams were equally tired and one wrong move could cost one of them the championship. The Young defender, Timmy, was pumped up and ready to win the game for his team, The Sharks. He saw the opposing team fiercely heading his way. He knew that Kevin the goalie would never stand a chance against the stampeding mass of boys currently charging at them. Timmy decided to take matters into his own hands.
When the ball was in sight Timmy charged and tried to kick it out of the way. The other boys had no idea he was going to do this and many of them trampled over him. A scream was heard and it got all of the parent's attention. Once the kids cleared, Timmy hunched over on the grass and clutched his leg in pain. Surprisingly, Kevin was successful in keeping The Tigers out of the goal and Alex Martin got hold of the ball and lead Timmy's team, The Sharks, to victory. Too bad Timmy was unable to enjoy it.
All of the parents rushed over and Angela plowed through all of them to get to her son.
"Move! That's my son! Get the hell out of my way! Don't touch me!" She shouted pushing other parents out of the way.
"Mommy!" Timmy yelled.
Angela rushed toward her son and looked at his leg. There was blood and dirt everywhere. Her son looked up at her and tears were spilling from his big brown eyes.
"My leg. . ." he started to say. Angela swooped down and hugged him.
"Shhh, its ok baby." She comforted him.
"I wish Daddy was here." He said.
Angela looked over at Steve, the coach, and said, "We gotta get him to a hospital."
"We can take my van." Steve offered. They hoisted Timmy off the ground and into Steve's Dodge Caravan.
"Where's the closest hospital?"
Steve thought for a moment, "Uhh . . . Sacred Heart!" he said already steering the van in the right direction. In about five minutes they were parked in the patient parking lot. Steve and Angela carried Timmy into the ER, and waited for the doctor to arrive.
"Well let's see what we got here, shall we?" Said a tired looking man who was about in his mid-thirty's and went by the name of Dr. Willberg.
He went over to Timmy and examined his leg. "Looks like a broken leg. He'll need surgery."
Angela and Steve just looked at him.
"Umm, I am going to get one of the nurses to wrap him up for now. And then schedule his surgery for ooh say one thirty."
"Ok thank you so much." Angela said. She turned to Steve, "I'll be right back. I seem to have forgotten my purse in the waiting room."
After she left, Dr. Willberg said to Steve, "Your son's gonna be just fine."
"He's not my son." He said quickly.
"Oh. Well, whoever you are, the kid's gonna be ok." He said leaving.
Meanwhile, Angela was walking around the waiting room and around the hallways near the waiting room. She was busy making sure that certain janitors that happened to be her ex-husband weren't around. She was already stressed as it is and seeing him wouldn't help her mood any. Luckily for her, he was no where in sight.
Angela headed back to the ER and saw Steve walking up to her.
"Tim's going into surgery in a half an hour. But I have to go now." He said.
"I'll stay for the surgery but, I have work in the morning so I'll probably leave soon."
"What about Timmy?" He asked.
"Oh he'll be fine here. They have rooms to put him in or something right?"
He looked at her with a little bit of amazement. "Yeah, I guess. Well if you are leaving later, we should get some dinner."
"That would be great." She said excitedly.
"Great, how about around six?"
"That's good with me," She leaned in and kissed him, "See you then Steve."
He grabbed his hat and as he was leaving he shouted, "Tell Timmy I wish him well!"
--
It was noon and Elliot was already in the cafeteria finishing up on her third bowl of Jell-O. She had finished up with her patients for the morning, and was quickly joined by JD and Turk.
"Hey Elliot," Turk said sitting down.
"Mmm, looks yummy." JD said poking at one of the discarded, half-eaten bowls of Jell-O.
"This is the worst day of my life." Elliot replied grimly.
"Come on you say that at least once everyday." JD said.
Still not looking up at her friends she said, "Yeah, but this time I really mean it."
"Oh come on it can't be that bad?" said Turk.
"Wanna bet?" Elliot said still staring at the brightly colored red blob in the bowl.
Turk laughed a bit and said, "Nah, I'll take a rain check. JD and I are gonna go play some basketball."
"What, why?" JD asked, mentally begging Turk not to crush him this time.
"I got a broken leg at one thirty. You know I need to play."
"But it's just a broken leg!" JD pleaded.
"It doesn't matter. I still gotta play." Turks mind was made up and soon JD would follow him out to the court and get a royal butt beating. He lost 32 to 4.
When Elliot finally left the cafeteria, she was confronted by Dr. Cox. 'Ok brace yourself. It can't be anything really bad.' She thought.
"Hey Dr. Cox!" She said with mock cheeriness.
"Well look who it is! The over-sleeping Jell-O addict," He noticed her currently creepy looking smile, "You better stop smiling because I personally do not want to have nightmares during what little sleep I get. Anyway, what I -was- going to say is we are understaffed and I need you to work the late shift. Now, I know you have nothing going on because you no longer have fish-boy clinging to your ankles so," He looked at his watch, "try getting her at six. You can have the rest of the day off to do what ever it is you do. See you tonight Barbie." He gave her a satisfied smirk and waltzed off.
The smile, no matter how fake, was completely wiped off of Elliot's face.
--
He woke up out refreshed and energized. After returning home and finishing the leftover Chinese food, he had drifted into a pleasant nap. He had dreamt about her again. Elliot Reid had plagued his dreams ever since her "big change". He could clearly remember telling her some random, made-up story in the men's room and then the next day when he came into work he was greeted by the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was completely changed; he just hoped she was still the same person on the inside. She gave him a warm and friendly (not to mention unexpected) hug and thanked him for the advise. He was never the same.
He got out of bed and looked at the clock. Four twenty-five, he still had time to get ready. He took a refreshing shower and did his usually morning routine. When he was finished he had just enough time to grab an apple on his way out.
When he arrived at the hospital he went to his office to get his equipment. And by office I mean janitor's closet, and by equipment I mean mop and bucket. Normally he would scoff of some staring patient or intern as he was doing this but, there wasn't many around. JD was no where in sight; he didn't get to torment him today. But at least he didn't have to deal with his usual annoyingness. He whistled a little made up song as he scooted his mop bucket over by the pediatrics ward. His happiness was squashed by a horrible, horrible sight. His ex-wife Angela was just down the hallway, punching a stubborn vending machine. A slight smile worked its way onto his face at the sight of her, looking so pitiful compared to the 150 pound food- dispensing machine.
He crept over to her, making sure she wouldn't see him.
"Urrgh! Stupid piece of shit!" She yelled as her Rees's Pieces were hanging by the smallest edge of the metal coil.
"You know that isn't going to help." He said startling her.
She quickly bolted upright and heard his mocking chuckle.
"What are you doing here?!"
He looked at her as if she was in the fourth grade, "I work here."
"Oh yeah." She said coldly.
'Come on your not gonna take this,' he thought to himself. "Hey Angela, your inner-bitch it showing." Her reaction could frighten a lion away, but did that stop him? No. He started laughing.
"Shut up." She spat. It only further encouraged his laughing.
Once he finally stopped he asked her, "So what are -you- doing here?"
"Timmy's got a broken leg." She replied.
He became suddenly serious and nervous. "What? How did that happen?"
"Soccer game," She said. 'Oops! He wasn't supposed to know about that,' her mind scolded her.
"What?! You said it was canceled!"
"It was re-scheduled." She said not really caring about what her ex-husband was getting angry over.
"And you didn't call me back?" He angrily sighed.
"Look," she said with her bitchy, manipulative attitude, "I didn't want to hassle you."
That was enough. He couldn't take it anymore. Years of repressed anger and frustration was released, "Hassle me! This game was important! A little phone call to get me there isn't going to piss me off! What really pisses me off is that you don't even care that if it's important to Timmy, it's important to me; If Timmy wants me there, then expects you to do anything in your power to get me there and if you don't live up to your promises and blame it on me somehow I will hear about it. And believe me I do hear about it. I see it in his puppy eyes and hear it in his disappointed greetings. Angela, you're killing his impression of me. I'm his father, that's gotta mean something."
Angela just stared. For once in her life she was speechless and had nothing rude and awful to say to him. Finally she gave up, she saw that she wasn't going to win this fight and said, "Look, we can't fight here. Let's talk about this over coffee tomorrow."
His breathing went back to normal, and the adrenaline left his blood. His hands, however, continued to shake. He had never gotten so angry before. But what was this he was hearing? Was Angela surrendering? She was, for once in her life, accepting the fact that she had lost. He was thrilled.
"Yeah, good idea," he said.
"Ok, well I'll call you tomorrow. Good-bye." She said patting him on the back.
"Where are you going?" he asked confused.
"I got a date tonight." She scoffed.
"What about Timmy?" he asked.
"He's in room 315." She said as she grabbed her purse and left.
As much as he wanted to see his son, he still had loads of work to do. So he set off to get it done as fast as he could.
--
Fifteen minutes later Elliot Reid walked over by the vending machine in the pediatrics ward. She heard a small thump as she walked past it and went to investigate. She peered in and to her amazement; a package of Rees's Pieces had fallen from the coils. She grabbed them and said with joy, "Wee! Free candy!"
She opened them and popped several small candies into her mouth. Her pager vibrated in mid-chew and she nearly choked on the candy. She let out a little startled shriek. To her surprise the sound bounced off the walls and echoed all the way down the hall. She took a second to admire the serenity and emptiness of Sacred Heart during the night shift. Elliot grabbed her pager and sighed. Dr. Cox needed to assign her some work to do.
"Barbie!" he said to her as she approached, "I need you to go assist Dr. Willberg in pediatrics and- omigod, what is that?" he said indicating the candy she was munching on.
"Oh this? It's candy. It just fell out of the vending machine as a walked by."
He flashed her a sarcastic grin, "Way to cheat the hospital out of money. Kudos to you Blondie. But if it's at all possible, could you maybe scoot over to pediatrics and help Dr. Willberg? That would be just peachy keen."
She stopped eating and nodded.
"Good job Barbie, now get to work." Dr. Cox snapped.
"It's gonna be a long night." She said quietly to herself as she walked back over to the pediatric ward.
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A/n: YAY thanks to kennedy, Phantom Quill, and Magenta for your reviews. Glad you guys hate Angie...I do as well. Unfortunately, Mags, she won't be run over by a truck anytime soon. Now, last time I wanted to get at least three reviews before I posted chapter 2. This time I am asking for four, it's not that much. The ppl who reviewed before just review again, then all I need is one more. ^_^ , Love Miss Maya
By Maya Clearwater
D/c: I don't own scrubs or any of the characters involved. Except Angela, I unfortunately own her. So don't sue me people, because I have a lawyer worse then Ted.
Chapter Two: Insanity
~*~*~*~*~
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cuz I'm in hell.
-From the song "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger
~*~*~*~*~
Elliot Reid walked into work and sighed. 'Today isn't going to be good.' she thought to herself. Everything was going wrong so far today. It all started when she got up this morning. She opened the curtains and saw a horrible sight. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and birds were singing soft melodic tunes. Elliot immediately wanted to jump the window of her third floor apartment. It was the best day of the summer and she had to spend it at work. She grimly climbed into the shower and realized she was out of Bath and Body Pearberry shower gel. She ended up washing with shampoo, which made her skin surprisingly soft. When she grabbed her morning latte, she accidentally ruined it by putting too much extra sugar in it. And now she looked down the hallway and saw Dr. Cox heading her way.
'This day cannot get any worse.' she thought.
"Barbie," Dr. Cox said approaching her, "Why are you just getting her now?" he asked impatiently
She said nothing while he continued.
"Did someone stay an hour too long in kitten and bunny land?" He asked sarcastically, "Well you are an hour late and you get two new patients. Have a nice day Barbie." He trusted two charts in her hands, gave a mocking smile, and walked off.
Elliot looked down at her watch. "Ten fifteen! Frick!" she panicked and went to go find JD.
He was over by the nurse's station talking to Turk and Carla. She walked up to them just in time to hear another of JD's crappy jokes.
"Ok hey guys, I have a -great- joke." he said excitedly
All three of them rolled their eyes and JD said, "Ok there are two musicians talking, and the first musician says to the second: Can you play the Hallelujah chorus? And the second one says: Well, I think I can Handel it." He waited for a response. Nothing. Elliot could practically hear the crickets chirping.
"Get it?! Handel!" JD was laughing hysterically, "Whoa, sometimes I crack myself up."
Turk and Carla looked at each other and left. They were currently too embarrassed by JD to be within 5 feet of him. Elliot was too depressed to care. JD looked at her and saw that she was looking worse then usual.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Is it about Sean?" he asked. He soon realized that it was a BIG mistake to mention Elliot's ex-boyfriend.
"It is NOT about Sean!" She snapped at him.
"If you ever need to talk or something . . ." He tried.
"Look JD, you're not helping."
He gave up. "Ok. I got to . . . erm . . . patients. See ya." He quickly bolted out of sight. Elliot was left all alone, just as she always was.
---
The kids were exhausted as the beating sun threw its rays on the soccer field. The teams of seven to eight year olds were all hyper from the mix of parental pressure and Gatorade. It was the last play of the tied game. Both teams were equally tired and one wrong move could cost one of them the championship. The Young defender, Timmy, was pumped up and ready to win the game for his team, The Sharks. He saw the opposing team fiercely heading his way. He knew that Kevin the goalie would never stand a chance against the stampeding mass of boys currently charging at them. Timmy decided to take matters into his own hands.
When the ball was in sight Timmy charged and tried to kick it out of the way. The other boys had no idea he was going to do this and many of them trampled over him. A scream was heard and it got all of the parent's attention. Once the kids cleared, Timmy hunched over on the grass and clutched his leg in pain. Surprisingly, Kevin was successful in keeping The Tigers out of the goal and Alex Martin got hold of the ball and lead Timmy's team, The Sharks, to victory. Too bad Timmy was unable to enjoy it.
All of the parents rushed over and Angela plowed through all of them to get to her son.
"Move! That's my son! Get the hell out of my way! Don't touch me!" She shouted pushing other parents out of the way.
"Mommy!" Timmy yelled.
Angela rushed toward her son and looked at his leg. There was blood and dirt everywhere. Her son looked up at her and tears were spilling from his big brown eyes.
"My leg. . ." he started to say. Angela swooped down and hugged him.
"Shhh, its ok baby." She comforted him.
"I wish Daddy was here." He said.
Angela looked over at Steve, the coach, and said, "We gotta get him to a hospital."
"We can take my van." Steve offered. They hoisted Timmy off the ground and into Steve's Dodge Caravan.
"Where's the closest hospital?"
Steve thought for a moment, "Uhh . . . Sacred Heart!" he said already steering the van in the right direction. In about five minutes they were parked in the patient parking lot. Steve and Angela carried Timmy into the ER, and waited for the doctor to arrive.
"Well let's see what we got here, shall we?" Said a tired looking man who was about in his mid-thirty's and went by the name of Dr. Willberg.
He went over to Timmy and examined his leg. "Looks like a broken leg. He'll need surgery."
Angela and Steve just looked at him.
"Umm, I am going to get one of the nurses to wrap him up for now. And then schedule his surgery for ooh say one thirty."
"Ok thank you so much." Angela said. She turned to Steve, "I'll be right back. I seem to have forgotten my purse in the waiting room."
After she left, Dr. Willberg said to Steve, "Your son's gonna be just fine."
"He's not my son." He said quickly.
"Oh. Well, whoever you are, the kid's gonna be ok." He said leaving.
Meanwhile, Angela was walking around the waiting room and around the hallways near the waiting room. She was busy making sure that certain janitors that happened to be her ex-husband weren't around. She was already stressed as it is and seeing him wouldn't help her mood any. Luckily for her, he was no where in sight.
Angela headed back to the ER and saw Steve walking up to her.
"Tim's going into surgery in a half an hour. But I have to go now." He said.
"I'll stay for the surgery but, I have work in the morning so I'll probably leave soon."
"What about Timmy?" He asked.
"Oh he'll be fine here. They have rooms to put him in or something right?"
He looked at her with a little bit of amazement. "Yeah, I guess. Well if you are leaving later, we should get some dinner."
"That would be great." She said excitedly.
"Great, how about around six?"
"That's good with me," She leaned in and kissed him, "See you then Steve."
He grabbed his hat and as he was leaving he shouted, "Tell Timmy I wish him well!"
--
It was noon and Elliot was already in the cafeteria finishing up on her third bowl of Jell-O. She had finished up with her patients for the morning, and was quickly joined by JD and Turk.
"Hey Elliot," Turk said sitting down.
"Mmm, looks yummy." JD said poking at one of the discarded, half-eaten bowls of Jell-O.
"This is the worst day of my life." Elliot replied grimly.
"Come on you say that at least once everyday." JD said.
Still not looking up at her friends she said, "Yeah, but this time I really mean it."
"Oh come on it can't be that bad?" said Turk.
"Wanna bet?" Elliot said still staring at the brightly colored red blob in the bowl.
Turk laughed a bit and said, "Nah, I'll take a rain check. JD and I are gonna go play some basketball."
"What, why?" JD asked, mentally begging Turk not to crush him this time.
"I got a broken leg at one thirty. You know I need to play."
"But it's just a broken leg!" JD pleaded.
"It doesn't matter. I still gotta play." Turks mind was made up and soon JD would follow him out to the court and get a royal butt beating. He lost 32 to 4.
When Elliot finally left the cafeteria, she was confronted by Dr. Cox. 'Ok brace yourself. It can't be anything really bad.' She thought.
"Hey Dr. Cox!" She said with mock cheeriness.
"Well look who it is! The over-sleeping Jell-O addict," He noticed her currently creepy looking smile, "You better stop smiling because I personally do not want to have nightmares during what little sleep I get. Anyway, what I -was- going to say is we are understaffed and I need you to work the late shift. Now, I know you have nothing going on because you no longer have fish-boy clinging to your ankles so," He looked at his watch, "try getting her at six. You can have the rest of the day off to do what ever it is you do. See you tonight Barbie." He gave her a satisfied smirk and waltzed off.
The smile, no matter how fake, was completely wiped off of Elliot's face.
--
He woke up out refreshed and energized. After returning home and finishing the leftover Chinese food, he had drifted into a pleasant nap. He had dreamt about her again. Elliot Reid had plagued his dreams ever since her "big change". He could clearly remember telling her some random, made-up story in the men's room and then the next day when he came into work he was greeted by the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was completely changed; he just hoped she was still the same person on the inside. She gave him a warm and friendly (not to mention unexpected) hug and thanked him for the advise. He was never the same.
He got out of bed and looked at the clock. Four twenty-five, he still had time to get ready. He took a refreshing shower and did his usually morning routine. When he was finished he had just enough time to grab an apple on his way out.
When he arrived at the hospital he went to his office to get his equipment. And by office I mean janitor's closet, and by equipment I mean mop and bucket. Normally he would scoff of some staring patient or intern as he was doing this but, there wasn't many around. JD was no where in sight; he didn't get to torment him today. But at least he didn't have to deal with his usual annoyingness. He whistled a little made up song as he scooted his mop bucket over by the pediatrics ward. His happiness was squashed by a horrible, horrible sight. His ex-wife Angela was just down the hallway, punching a stubborn vending machine. A slight smile worked its way onto his face at the sight of her, looking so pitiful compared to the 150 pound food- dispensing machine.
He crept over to her, making sure she wouldn't see him.
"Urrgh! Stupid piece of shit!" She yelled as her Rees's Pieces were hanging by the smallest edge of the metal coil.
"You know that isn't going to help." He said startling her.
She quickly bolted upright and heard his mocking chuckle.
"What are you doing here?!"
He looked at her as if she was in the fourth grade, "I work here."
"Oh yeah." She said coldly.
'Come on your not gonna take this,' he thought to himself. "Hey Angela, your inner-bitch it showing." Her reaction could frighten a lion away, but did that stop him? No. He started laughing.
"Shut up." She spat. It only further encouraged his laughing.
Once he finally stopped he asked her, "So what are -you- doing here?"
"Timmy's got a broken leg." She replied.
He became suddenly serious and nervous. "What? How did that happen?"
"Soccer game," She said. 'Oops! He wasn't supposed to know about that,' her mind scolded her.
"What?! You said it was canceled!"
"It was re-scheduled." She said not really caring about what her ex-husband was getting angry over.
"And you didn't call me back?" He angrily sighed.
"Look," she said with her bitchy, manipulative attitude, "I didn't want to hassle you."
That was enough. He couldn't take it anymore. Years of repressed anger and frustration was released, "Hassle me! This game was important! A little phone call to get me there isn't going to piss me off! What really pisses me off is that you don't even care that if it's important to Timmy, it's important to me; If Timmy wants me there, then expects you to do anything in your power to get me there and if you don't live up to your promises and blame it on me somehow I will hear about it. And believe me I do hear about it. I see it in his puppy eyes and hear it in his disappointed greetings. Angela, you're killing his impression of me. I'm his father, that's gotta mean something."
Angela just stared. For once in her life she was speechless and had nothing rude and awful to say to him. Finally she gave up, she saw that she wasn't going to win this fight and said, "Look, we can't fight here. Let's talk about this over coffee tomorrow."
His breathing went back to normal, and the adrenaline left his blood. His hands, however, continued to shake. He had never gotten so angry before. But what was this he was hearing? Was Angela surrendering? She was, for once in her life, accepting the fact that she had lost. He was thrilled.
"Yeah, good idea," he said.
"Ok, well I'll call you tomorrow. Good-bye." She said patting him on the back.
"Where are you going?" he asked confused.
"I got a date tonight." She scoffed.
"What about Timmy?" he asked.
"He's in room 315." She said as she grabbed her purse and left.
As much as he wanted to see his son, he still had loads of work to do. So he set off to get it done as fast as he could.
--
Fifteen minutes later Elliot Reid walked over by the vending machine in the pediatrics ward. She heard a small thump as she walked past it and went to investigate. She peered in and to her amazement; a package of Rees's Pieces had fallen from the coils. She grabbed them and said with joy, "Wee! Free candy!"
She opened them and popped several small candies into her mouth. Her pager vibrated in mid-chew and she nearly choked on the candy. She let out a little startled shriek. To her surprise the sound bounced off the walls and echoed all the way down the hall. She took a second to admire the serenity and emptiness of Sacred Heart during the night shift. Elliot grabbed her pager and sighed. Dr. Cox needed to assign her some work to do.
"Barbie!" he said to her as she approached, "I need you to go assist Dr. Willberg in pediatrics and- omigod, what is that?" he said indicating the candy she was munching on.
"Oh this? It's candy. It just fell out of the vending machine as a walked by."
He flashed her a sarcastic grin, "Way to cheat the hospital out of money. Kudos to you Blondie. But if it's at all possible, could you maybe scoot over to pediatrics and help Dr. Willberg? That would be just peachy keen."
She stopped eating and nodded.
"Good job Barbie, now get to work." Dr. Cox snapped.
"It's gonna be a long night." She said quietly to herself as she walked back over to the pediatric ward.
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A/n: YAY thanks to kennedy, Phantom Quill, and Magenta for your reviews. Glad you guys hate Angie...I do as well. Unfortunately, Mags, she won't be run over by a truck anytime soon. Now, last time I wanted to get at least three reviews before I posted chapter 2. This time I am asking for four, it's not that much. The ppl who reviewed before just review again, then all I need is one more. ^_^ , Love Miss Maya