Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't sue me.
Author's notes: Hi, um...I have nothing to say so have a nice day! (Hey, that rhymes!) Oh, wait, I have something to say and I hope your listening (well, watching if you wanna get technical) Okay, believe it or not, I have been taking notes while watching ER, plot lines, vocab, etc. So I hope you people appreciate what I do for you!
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Dave shot up in bed at the bang. Covered in sweat, he realized it was all a dream. Maybe he needed therapy. The clock flashed seven p.m. Dave got out of bed and grabbed some clothes. He walked into the bathroom and took a shower. It washed away the sweat that had accumulated during his nightmare. He hadn't even noticed that the water was cold. Random thoughts raced through his mind ranging from Jing-mei to whether or not he's left the lights on in his house.
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Dave realized how refreshing the shower was and he felt better. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He had some stubble on his face from not shaving for the past day or so. They'd also taken away his razor and anything potentially sharp from him. He searched the drawers for a razor or something. He came across Carter's electric razor. Dave didn't care if John minded or not.
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He walked out of the bathroom, clean-shaven and renewed. Carter was in the living room watching TV. "Look who's up." Carter said gleefully. Dave flipped him off in reply. Carter did the same back. They both burst into laughter. It was the first time in what seemed like a long time that Carter saw Dave laugh or even smile. Dave walked into the living room and sat next to Carter on the couch.
"So, what are we watching?" Dave asked.
"Uh, spice channel." Carter replied.
"I see." Dave said, engulfed in the program.
Again, they both burst into laughter.
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The alarm clock blared at Dave. He still didn't know why he'd set it for eight in the morning. He and Carter and spent a lot of the night watching TV and talking about stupid stuff. Dave dragged himself out of bed and put on a gray tee shirt and some loose sweatpants. He walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Carter. All he found was a note on the refrigerator:
Dave-
Didn't want to wake you up, I had to leave for work. I'll be home around five tonight. There's a spare key on my dresser if you need to go out or whatever.
-John
Dave fixed himself a bowl of Fruit Loops and sat himself down on the couch and watched Saturday morning cartoons. He was extra careful not to spill anything on the furniture or carpet. One hour later, he had to get out. Dave wasn't the kind of guy who could just sit around all day (well, he could, but he didn't want to do that). He put his dishes in the sink and grabbed the spare key. Dave locked the door and started running. He lost track of time watching his surroundings; seeing all the people, listening to the sounds of the city, he even passed County. He stopped for a snack a few times. After it started to get dark he checked his watch: 5:27 p.m. Dave looked at a street sign and found he was three blocks away from the apartment. Dave ran up the steps and went inside John's apartment.
"Hey, Carter." Dave said casually.
"Hey nothing, where were you?" John said angrily
"Jeez, sorry mother, I was out running and I lost track of time."
"You didn't even leave a note saying where you were going!"
"It was nine in the morning! I didn't think I'd be out that long!"
"Okay, whatever. Sorry, it's just...I don't know."
"Seriously, I lost track of time, if I knew I was going to be so long I would've left a note or something."
"Okay, you hungry?"
"Starving."
"I'm going to order a pizza, what do you want on it?"
"Don't care, food is food"
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One week later, back at County, Dave has come back to work.
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Besides everyone treating him like a child, Dave was having a good start on his first day back. His stitches were removed a few days ago and his wrist was healing well. Dave was at the admin desk reviewing charts. He kept thinking Dr. Chen was going to walk around the corner and tell him to go screw himself. It didn't happen but he was getting over her. He still cried occasionally at night but the Prozac and therapy were helping.
"Malucci!" Weaver yelled, limping down the hall towards him.
"Yeah, chief?" Dave replied.
"We have a GSW coming in, wanna help?"
"Sure." Dave popped out of his chair and grabbed a yellow paper gown. It was only him and Weaver waiting out in the ambulance bay.
"How's it going living with Carter." She said, trying to make conversation in the awkward silence.
"It's okay." Dave replied.
"So, how's your day going?"
Dave hesitated, he didn't know if she was on crack or something. She'd never asked him this before.
"Pretty well."
Just then, the ambulance started to pull in. Thank God, he thought. After getting the stats on the patient, he started giving orders, to no one in particular. Dave picked up his life and learned an important lesson; that you have to save your own life before you can save someone else's.
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Thought you wouldn't see another chapter, eh? Lets face facts people: Dave is just way too hot to die! Well, that was the last chapter, please review so I know how much I suck at doing this!
Author's notes: Hi, um...I have nothing to say so have a nice day! (Hey, that rhymes!) Oh, wait, I have something to say and I hope your listening (well, watching if you wanna get technical) Okay, believe it or not, I have been taking notes while watching ER, plot lines, vocab, etc. So I hope you people appreciate what I do for you!
--
Dave shot up in bed at the bang. Covered in sweat, he realized it was all a dream. Maybe he needed therapy. The clock flashed seven p.m. Dave got out of bed and grabbed some clothes. He walked into the bathroom and took a shower. It washed away the sweat that had accumulated during his nightmare. He hadn't even noticed that the water was cold. Random thoughts raced through his mind ranging from Jing-mei to whether or not he's left the lights on in his house.
--
Dave realized how refreshing the shower was and he felt better. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He had some stubble on his face from not shaving for the past day or so. They'd also taken away his razor and anything potentially sharp from him. He searched the drawers for a razor or something. He came across Carter's electric razor. Dave didn't care if John minded or not.
--
He walked out of the bathroom, clean-shaven and renewed. Carter was in the living room watching TV. "Look who's up." Carter said gleefully. Dave flipped him off in reply. Carter did the same back. They both burst into laughter. It was the first time in what seemed like a long time that Carter saw Dave laugh or even smile. Dave walked into the living room and sat next to Carter on the couch.
"So, what are we watching?" Dave asked.
"Uh, spice channel." Carter replied.
"I see." Dave said, engulfed in the program.
Again, they both burst into laughter.
--
The alarm clock blared at Dave. He still didn't know why he'd set it for eight in the morning. He and Carter and spent a lot of the night watching TV and talking about stupid stuff. Dave dragged himself out of bed and put on a gray tee shirt and some loose sweatpants. He walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Carter. All he found was a note on the refrigerator:
Dave-
Didn't want to wake you up, I had to leave for work. I'll be home around five tonight. There's a spare key on my dresser if you need to go out or whatever.
-John
Dave fixed himself a bowl of Fruit Loops and sat himself down on the couch and watched Saturday morning cartoons. He was extra careful not to spill anything on the furniture or carpet. One hour later, he had to get out. Dave wasn't the kind of guy who could just sit around all day (well, he could, but he didn't want to do that). He put his dishes in the sink and grabbed the spare key. Dave locked the door and started running. He lost track of time watching his surroundings; seeing all the people, listening to the sounds of the city, he even passed County. He stopped for a snack a few times. After it started to get dark he checked his watch: 5:27 p.m. Dave looked at a street sign and found he was three blocks away from the apartment. Dave ran up the steps and went inside John's apartment.
"Hey, Carter." Dave said casually.
"Hey nothing, where were you?" John said angrily
"Jeez, sorry mother, I was out running and I lost track of time."
"You didn't even leave a note saying where you were going!"
"It was nine in the morning! I didn't think I'd be out that long!"
"Okay, whatever. Sorry, it's just...I don't know."
"Seriously, I lost track of time, if I knew I was going to be so long I would've left a note or something."
"Okay, you hungry?"
"Starving."
"I'm going to order a pizza, what do you want on it?"
"Don't care, food is food"
--
One week later, back at County, Dave has come back to work.
--
Besides everyone treating him like a child, Dave was having a good start on his first day back. His stitches were removed a few days ago and his wrist was healing well. Dave was at the admin desk reviewing charts. He kept thinking Dr. Chen was going to walk around the corner and tell him to go screw himself. It didn't happen but he was getting over her. He still cried occasionally at night but the Prozac and therapy were helping.
"Malucci!" Weaver yelled, limping down the hall towards him.
"Yeah, chief?" Dave replied.
"We have a GSW coming in, wanna help?"
"Sure." Dave popped out of his chair and grabbed a yellow paper gown. It was only him and Weaver waiting out in the ambulance bay.
"How's it going living with Carter." She said, trying to make conversation in the awkward silence.
"It's okay." Dave replied.
"So, how's your day going?"
Dave hesitated, he didn't know if she was on crack or something. She'd never asked him this before.
"Pretty well."
Just then, the ambulance started to pull in. Thank God, he thought. After getting the stats on the patient, he started giving orders, to no one in particular. Dave picked up his life and learned an important lesson; that you have to save your own life before you can save someone else's.
--
Thought you wouldn't see another chapter, eh? Lets face facts people: Dave is just way too hot to die! Well, that was the last chapter, please review so I know how much I suck at doing this!