"Dave, get off your butt and do some work! We're not paying you to mope around!"
"Sorry Cheif." Dave got up from the lounge couch and headed out to the board to pick up some patients. "I'll take the rule out MI in 3 and the fractured clavicle in 1," he announced to no one in particular, writing his name on the board. He walked down towards the exam rooms, carefully chosen because of the fact that Abby was in exam 2. When he had finished writing painkiller scrips and setting the fractured clavicle, he passed by exam 2 on his way to see his other patient. He could see Abby inside, wearing a scrub top because his little snow attack had soaked her shirt. Well, she had started it...Abby came out of the room, finished with her patient for the moment. "Abby, can you come help with the rule out MI in 3?"
"Sure, let me just dump this chart at the desk. Patient in 2's been discharged."
"Great." He stared after her, smiling. Dave pushed open the door to exam 3 and greeted Mr. Hill cheerfully. His day seemed a lot better after seeing Abby again. She entered the doors and he grinned. "Let's get some cardiac enzymes and an EKG. We'll see in a few minutes, Mr. Hill."
"Thank you, Doctor...Maluc..Mal..."
"Call me Dr. Dave!" he replied, grinning. Not many people could pronounce his last name, which was only one of the reasons he went by Dr. Dave in the ER.
"We've got to wait for the test results now, Mr. Hill. Malucci, I'm gonna run these to the lab."
"Thanks Abby!" She sighed and shook her head as she left the room. "We'll be back soon to tell you more. Lie back and get comfortable. You need some rest." Dave grinned again and left the room. He spotted Abby walking out of the lab. "Abby! Abby!"
"Yeah Malucci?"
"Look, I'm sorry about the snowball fight. But I was wondering if you'd like to grab some lunch. We can take a break, there aren't many patients today. Slow day."
"I dunno, Dave, I have some stuff to do..."
"Hey, my treat!"
Abby could see Dave wasn't going to leave her alone until she agreed to go to lunch with him. Cringing on the inside, she answered, "Fine Dave, a quick bite. We shouldn't stay out long, I mean, we *were* late today."
"Hey, blame that biker, not me!"
"I was just saying...geez! Well, if we're going we'd better go now, there are no patients on the board. Let's tell Mark so he'll know to page us if anything comes in."
"Sure thing, Abby." Dave walked over to Mark and quickly told him that he and Abby were going to lunch.
"Alright Malucci, we'll page you if we need you."
"Thanks Dr. Greene.' *score!* Malucci thought to himself. Lunch with Abby, and he didn't even have to beg. This was shaping up to be a good day after all.
"Sorry Cheif." Dave got up from the lounge couch and headed out to the board to pick up some patients. "I'll take the rule out MI in 3 and the fractured clavicle in 1," he announced to no one in particular, writing his name on the board. He walked down towards the exam rooms, carefully chosen because of the fact that Abby was in exam 2. When he had finished writing painkiller scrips and setting the fractured clavicle, he passed by exam 2 on his way to see his other patient. He could see Abby inside, wearing a scrub top because his little snow attack had soaked her shirt. Well, she had started it...Abby came out of the room, finished with her patient for the moment. "Abby, can you come help with the rule out MI in 3?"
"Sure, let me just dump this chart at the desk. Patient in 2's been discharged."
"Great." He stared after her, smiling. Dave pushed open the door to exam 3 and greeted Mr. Hill cheerfully. His day seemed a lot better after seeing Abby again. She entered the doors and he grinned. "Let's get some cardiac enzymes and an EKG. We'll see in a few minutes, Mr. Hill."
"Thank you, Doctor...Maluc..Mal..."
"Call me Dr. Dave!" he replied, grinning. Not many people could pronounce his last name, which was only one of the reasons he went by Dr. Dave in the ER.
"We've got to wait for the test results now, Mr. Hill. Malucci, I'm gonna run these to the lab."
"Thanks Abby!" She sighed and shook her head as she left the room. "We'll be back soon to tell you more. Lie back and get comfortable. You need some rest." Dave grinned again and left the room. He spotted Abby walking out of the lab. "Abby! Abby!"
"Yeah Malucci?"
"Look, I'm sorry about the snowball fight. But I was wondering if you'd like to grab some lunch. We can take a break, there aren't many patients today. Slow day."
"I dunno, Dave, I have some stuff to do..."
"Hey, my treat!"
Abby could see Dave wasn't going to leave her alone until she agreed to go to lunch with him. Cringing on the inside, she answered, "Fine Dave, a quick bite. We shouldn't stay out long, I mean, we *were* late today."
"Hey, blame that biker, not me!"
"I was just saying...geez! Well, if we're going we'd better go now, there are no patients on the board. Let's tell Mark so he'll know to page us if anything comes in."
"Sure thing, Abby." Dave walked over to Mark and quickly told him that he and Abby were going to lunch.
"Alright Malucci, we'll page you if we need you."
"Thanks Dr. Greene.' *score!* Malucci thought to himself. Lunch with Abby, and he didn't even have to beg. This was shaping up to be a good day after all.