Title: Be Still My Heart What If?
Part:2/?
Rating: Pg-13/R
Pairing: Kerry, Lucy, Carter
Beta Readers: Scotty Welles
Notes: This part was actually ready to be posted several days ago, however Real Life took an unexpected turn. Meaning the only pair of glasses I own snapped in two while I was doing 60 down the interstate, and my new pair won't be ready until sometime next week...*heavy sigh*. Don't ask how I managed to write this paragraph.
Disclaimer: They're mine and you can't have them. * sticks tongue out *
Kerry tightened her arms around the yelling man. He was incredibly
strong and she had no doubt that he could be dangerous if he wanted to
be. The body bucked again, nearly shaking her completely off, but
thankfully she'd taken up light weightlifting a couple of years back.
Using her leg to lock herself onto the bed, she tried not to yell at
Lucy. The young student was doing the best she could with a patient
that seemed intent on keeping the needle out of his spine. "Go ahead."
Lucy slowly inserted the needle, pausing with it only half way in.
"There's something blocking it."
Kerry cursed under her breath as Sobriki's yelling went up another
level, this time directed at her. "Just keep going."
Lucy nodded absently and pushed. The needle didn't move at first, but
after a moment it went the rest of the way in. "I've got it." She
quickly drew the sample of fluid and pulled the needle out. "It's
clear."
Kerry let go of the patient with relief. Holding him herself hadn't
been one of her brighter ideas; next time she was going to get Malik to
do it. She moved Lucy over to the door, trying to keep her voice down.
"Go get Lydia to run it up to the lab and then call psych."
"I thought we were checking for encephalitis?"
"We are, but I'd like to get a psych evaluation on him. Just in case."
There was something about Sobriki that bothered her, but no matter how
much she tried to figure out what it was she couldn't pinpoint it. "Oh,
and Lucy? Good job."
Lucy smiled at her and slowly walked off, leaving Kerry alone with
Sobriki. The short redhead ran a hand absently through her hair before
glancing over at the angry glare directed at her. Just one more person
that hated her.
Lucy hung the phone, up trying not to show her aggravation. The whole
hospital was backed up, including psych. Which meant it could be hours
before they got around to sending someone down. Dr. Weaver wouldn't be
happy about that.
"I can take a look at that patient of yours now."
Lucy glanced over at Carter, trying not to glare at him. All day he'd
been too busy to help her, not that she could blame him. It had been a
day of absurdities and confusion. But that didn't mean she had to
forgive him either. "Don't bother. Dr. Weaver's helping me." She took
great satisfaction from the bewilderment on his face.
"She isn't supposed to be in until tonight."
"I know." Lucy started back towards the lounge with Carter at her side.
She was going to milk this for all it was worth.
"Then what is she doing here?"
"I told you, helping me."
Carter grabbed her arm before she could enter the room. "You're telling
me that Dr. Weaver came in today just to help you with some patient?"
Lucy wasn't about to admit that she'd actually ambushed the older woman
as she was leaving. If she did, Carter would only get angry and scold
her. "I guess Dr. Weaver is actually dedicated to people who want to
learn."
"She never did anything like that for me..."
Lucy paused in the doorway and smiled innocently at him. "Maybe she
just doesn't want to waste her time on pretty boys suffering from
George Clooney envy and dementia of godhood."
Carter stared at the door as it slammed in his face. 'Who the hell is
George Clooney?'
Kerry scribbled on the file in front of her trying not to smile as Lucy
came in. The young student reminded her of herself when she was just
starting out. Especially when she'd told off Carter just then.
"George Clooney, huh?"
Lucy studied the older woman, momentarily unsure whether she was angry
or not. Most of the time you could read her easily, but sometimes you
couldn't. The humorous glint in her eyes made her relax somewhat. "It
was all I could think of."
"Good improvisation." Kerry understood that method well. Half the time
she got into verbal arguments or told someone off, she was just making
it up. The other half, what she said didn't really describe the person.
"Just remember, it isn't what you say but how you say it."
Lucy grinned at that. The bitch of the ER was giving her advice on how
to bark. The heavy tug of charts under her arm reminded her of all the
patients she still had. "Psych said that they're backed up."
Kerry grinned, conspiratorially. "If they're not down here in an hour,
then I'll show you how to get them moving."
Lucy could just imagine how someone like Weaver got things done. In
fact, she'd even been on the receiving end of her tactics a few times.
"Great, but I still have other patients..."
"Go, I'll keep an eye on young Mr. Sobriki." Kerry watched Lucy
scamper off. She had never been one to go out of her way to help just
anybody. Much less give up her day off for a med student that probably
wouldn't even work in the ER.
So why was she?
He watched the white stuff fall onto the ground through the glass
doors. Each flake that fell made him more and more afraid. It seemed so
familiar, something he'd once loved, but now... A tall red head wearing
a long dark coat screamed out as the white ball exploded on her
shoulder. The tall bald man laughing as she threw another ball at him.
His heart began to speed up as the fear and agitation increased. He
could hear the pounding in his ears barely covering his harsh
breathing.
"Mr. Sobriki..."
'NO!!' He stared at the redhead with the crutch and took a step back,
eyeing the metal pole in her hand. She wanted to hurt him, she had hurt
him. He needed to protect himself.
"...What are you doing out of your room?" Kerry felt a slight chill
under his gaze but shook it off as nerves. Grabbing his arm, she began
to guide him back to his room.
He slowly let her drag him inside. She wasn't going to be easy to get
away from. He jerked his arm away from her and climbed onto the bed,
glaring at the offender. He would just have to bide his time if he was
going to make sure she didn't hurt him anymore.
Lucy yawned against the back of her hand and drained the rest of her
coffee. It was already six o'clock and she was ready to go home.
Unfortunately, she still had Sobriki to see about. The evil grin
emerged as she left the lounge; it was time to learn how to get psych
to jump.
She spotted Weaver next to the admittance desk, glaring at Mark as he
stormed away. He'd been adamant about leaving early to be with his
girlfriend. She could understand his wanting to leave, but with him
brushing her off she found herself on Weaver's side.
"Lucy, there you are. I was just about to page you. I'm going to run
upstairs and see if I can't get Deraad down here. We'll meet you in
exam three."
Lucy frowned slightly. Dr. Weaver had been going out of her way for her
all day; it wasn't right for her to have to go all the way upstairs.
"I'll go."
Kerry eyed her thoughtfully. She really shouldn't let the young girl go
upstairs by herself; she'd never handled something like this before. On
the other hand, she'd stood up to Carter earlier and did pretty well.
"All right. Here's what you do..."
Lucy charged off the elevator, trying to keep her nerves under control.
She narrowed her eyes like Weaver had shown her and stormed into
Deraad's office, not stopping as the nurse yelled out at her.
The graying man looked up in surprise, his hand loosening on the
receiver. Lucy snatched it out of his grasp and slammed it into its
cradle.
"What...?"
"Dr. Weaver called for a psych evaluation almost two hours ago. Your
inability to conduct that simple task has caused the ER to become
heavily backed up." Lucy leaned on the desk and lowered her voice. "If
you don't get down there right now, I will personally take your phone
and shove up your..."
"I see Kerry's been coaching you."
Lucy lost her train of thought at his smirk. Clamping down on her
thoughts, she gritted her teeth. "Whether Weaver's been coaching me or
not is beside the point. I have a patient down there who needs help,
and if you don't give it to him, then dealing with Weaver will seem
like a day in the park! Is that understood, doctor?"
Deraad's face twitched momentarily before he began to chuckle. "Then I
guess I'd better see about this patient of yours, just let me take care
of another patient first."
Lucy crossed her arms and scowled at him.
"I promise it'll only take a few minutes."
Lucy relented reluctantly and followed after him. She was going to keep
an eye on him and make sure he kept his word.
Kerry paused outside exam three and stared. Even with the blinds
closed, she should have still been able to see the lights to the room.
The dark shadows that seemed to color the gray blinds indicated that
the lights were off.
Reaching for the doorknob, she slowly opened the door, glaring into the
darkness searching for the patient. The shadows covered the bed from
her eyes, forcing her to enter to the room. "Mr. Sobriki?"
The sliver of light from the door shrank quickly against the soft
shuffle of bare feet on the floor.
Kerry let out her breath, not realizing she had been holding it. She
forced her body to relax and she turned to him. "What are you doing
with the lights off?" She frowned at the glazed-over eyes that flashed
at her through the darkness and stepped up to him, gently laying a hand
on his shoulder. "Mr. Sobriki?"
He slowly looked in her direction, his left arm sliding from behind his
back to his side. "I won't let you hurt me again..."
Part:2/?
Rating: Pg-13/R
Pairing: Kerry, Lucy, Carter
Beta Readers: Scotty Welles
Notes: This part was actually ready to be posted several days ago, however Real Life took an unexpected turn. Meaning the only pair of glasses I own snapped in two while I was doing 60 down the interstate, and my new pair won't be ready until sometime next week...*heavy sigh*. Don't ask how I managed to write this paragraph.
Disclaimer: They're mine and you can't have them. * sticks tongue out *
Kerry tightened her arms around the yelling man. He was incredibly
strong and she had no doubt that he could be dangerous if he wanted to
be. The body bucked again, nearly shaking her completely off, but
thankfully she'd taken up light weightlifting a couple of years back.
Using her leg to lock herself onto the bed, she tried not to yell at
Lucy. The young student was doing the best she could with a patient
that seemed intent on keeping the needle out of his spine. "Go ahead."
Lucy slowly inserted the needle, pausing with it only half way in.
"There's something blocking it."
Kerry cursed under her breath as Sobriki's yelling went up another
level, this time directed at her. "Just keep going."
Lucy nodded absently and pushed. The needle didn't move at first, but
after a moment it went the rest of the way in. "I've got it." She
quickly drew the sample of fluid and pulled the needle out. "It's
clear."
Kerry let go of the patient with relief. Holding him herself hadn't
been one of her brighter ideas; next time she was going to get Malik to
do it. She moved Lucy over to the door, trying to keep her voice down.
"Go get Lydia to run it up to the lab and then call psych."
"I thought we were checking for encephalitis?"
"We are, but I'd like to get a psych evaluation on him. Just in case."
There was something about Sobriki that bothered her, but no matter how
much she tried to figure out what it was she couldn't pinpoint it. "Oh,
and Lucy? Good job."
Lucy smiled at her and slowly walked off, leaving Kerry alone with
Sobriki. The short redhead ran a hand absently through her hair before
glancing over at the angry glare directed at her. Just one more person
that hated her.
Lucy hung the phone, up trying not to show her aggravation. The whole
hospital was backed up, including psych. Which meant it could be hours
before they got around to sending someone down. Dr. Weaver wouldn't be
happy about that.
"I can take a look at that patient of yours now."
Lucy glanced over at Carter, trying not to glare at him. All day he'd
been too busy to help her, not that she could blame him. It had been a
day of absurdities and confusion. But that didn't mean she had to
forgive him either. "Don't bother. Dr. Weaver's helping me." She took
great satisfaction from the bewilderment on his face.
"She isn't supposed to be in until tonight."
"I know." Lucy started back towards the lounge with Carter at her side.
She was going to milk this for all it was worth.
"Then what is she doing here?"
"I told you, helping me."
Carter grabbed her arm before she could enter the room. "You're telling
me that Dr. Weaver came in today just to help you with some patient?"
Lucy wasn't about to admit that she'd actually ambushed the older woman
as she was leaving. If she did, Carter would only get angry and scold
her. "I guess Dr. Weaver is actually dedicated to people who want to
learn."
"She never did anything like that for me..."
Lucy paused in the doorway and smiled innocently at him. "Maybe she
just doesn't want to waste her time on pretty boys suffering from
George Clooney envy and dementia of godhood."
Carter stared at the door as it slammed in his face. 'Who the hell is
George Clooney?'
Kerry scribbled on the file in front of her trying not to smile as Lucy
came in. The young student reminded her of herself when she was just
starting out. Especially when she'd told off Carter just then.
"George Clooney, huh?"
Lucy studied the older woman, momentarily unsure whether she was angry
or not. Most of the time you could read her easily, but sometimes you
couldn't. The humorous glint in her eyes made her relax somewhat. "It
was all I could think of."
"Good improvisation." Kerry understood that method well. Half the time
she got into verbal arguments or told someone off, she was just making
it up. The other half, what she said didn't really describe the person.
"Just remember, it isn't what you say but how you say it."
Lucy grinned at that. The bitch of the ER was giving her advice on how
to bark. The heavy tug of charts under her arm reminded her of all the
patients she still had. "Psych said that they're backed up."
Kerry grinned, conspiratorially. "If they're not down here in an hour,
then I'll show you how to get them moving."
Lucy could just imagine how someone like Weaver got things done. In
fact, she'd even been on the receiving end of her tactics a few times.
"Great, but I still have other patients..."
"Go, I'll keep an eye on young Mr. Sobriki." Kerry watched Lucy
scamper off. She had never been one to go out of her way to help just
anybody. Much less give up her day off for a med student that probably
wouldn't even work in the ER.
So why was she?
He watched the white stuff fall onto the ground through the glass
doors. Each flake that fell made him more and more afraid. It seemed so
familiar, something he'd once loved, but now... A tall red head wearing
a long dark coat screamed out as the white ball exploded on her
shoulder. The tall bald man laughing as she threw another ball at him.
His heart began to speed up as the fear and agitation increased. He
could hear the pounding in his ears barely covering his harsh
breathing.
"Mr. Sobriki..."
'NO!!' He stared at the redhead with the crutch and took a step back,
eyeing the metal pole in her hand. She wanted to hurt him, she had hurt
him. He needed to protect himself.
"...What are you doing out of your room?" Kerry felt a slight chill
under his gaze but shook it off as nerves. Grabbing his arm, she began
to guide him back to his room.
He slowly let her drag him inside. She wasn't going to be easy to get
away from. He jerked his arm away from her and climbed onto the bed,
glaring at the offender. He would just have to bide his time if he was
going to make sure she didn't hurt him anymore.
Lucy yawned against the back of her hand and drained the rest of her
coffee. It was already six o'clock and she was ready to go home.
Unfortunately, she still had Sobriki to see about. The evil grin
emerged as she left the lounge; it was time to learn how to get psych
to jump.
She spotted Weaver next to the admittance desk, glaring at Mark as he
stormed away. He'd been adamant about leaving early to be with his
girlfriend. She could understand his wanting to leave, but with him
brushing her off she found herself on Weaver's side.
"Lucy, there you are. I was just about to page you. I'm going to run
upstairs and see if I can't get Deraad down here. We'll meet you in
exam three."
Lucy frowned slightly. Dr. Weaver had been going out of her way for her
all day; it wasn't right for her to have to go all the way upstairs.
"I'll go."
Kerry eyed her thoughtfully. She really shouldn't let the young girl go
upstairs by herself; she'd never handled something like this before. On
the other hand, she'd stood up to Carter earlier and did pretty well.
"All right. Here's what you do..."
Lucy charged off the elevator, trying to keep her nerves under control.
She narrowed her eyes like Weaver had shown her and stormed into
Deraad's office, not stopping as the nurse yelled out at her.
The graying man looked up in surprise, his hand loosening on the
receiver. Lucy snatched it out of his grasp and slammed it into its
cradle.
"What...?"
"Dr. Weaver called for a psych evaluation almost two hours ago. Your
inability to conduct that simple task has caused the ER to become
heavily backed up." Lucy leaned on the desk and lowered her voice. "If
you don't get down there right now, I will personally take your phone
and shove up your..."
"I see Kerry's been coaching you."
Lucy lost her train of thought at his smirk. Clamping down on her
thoughts, she gritted her teeth. "Whether Weaver's been coaching me or
not is beside the point. I have a patient down there who needs help,
and if you don't give it to him, then dealing with Weaver will seem
like a day in the park! Is that understood, doctor?"
Deraad's face twitched momentarily before he began to chuckle. "Then I
guess I'd better see about this patient of yours, just let me take care
of another patient first."
Lucy crossed her arms and scowled at him.
"I promise it'll only take a few minutes."
Lucy relented reluctantly and followed after him. She was going to keep
an eye on him and make sure he kept his word.
Kerry paused outside exam three and stared. Even with the blinds
closed, she should have still been able to see the lights to the room.
The dark shadows that seemed to color the gray blinds indicated that
the lights were off.
Reaching for the doorknob, she slowly opened the door, glaring into the
darkness searching for the patient. The shadows covered the bed from
her eyes, forcing her to enter to the room. "Mr. Sobriki?"
The sliver of light from the door shrank quickly against the soft
shuffle of bare feet on the floor.
Kerry let out her breath, not realizing she had been holding it. She
forced her body to relax and she turned to him. "What are you doing
with the lights off?" She frowned at the glazed-over eyes that flashed
at her through the darkness and stepped up to him, gently laying a hand
on his shoulder. "Mr. Sobriki?"
He slowly looked in her direction, his left arm sliding from behind his
back to his side. "I won't let you hurt me again..."