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When she started walking, she saw Dave's friends coming. She walked over to them
"Hi, Dave is asleep now, but he wanted me to tell you that he really appreciated your visit.
"Ok, when he is awake tell him that we drop by some time"
"I'll do that. Bye"
"Bye" they said in unison.
Dave looked out of the window, seeing his friends leave. He considered them al as friends, even though he had pretty rough disagreements with Benton. He looked around in the room, staring at the wallpaper, counting every tile on the floor, feeling bored as hell.
Dave felt nauseous, but he didn't want to throw up, didn't want to end up like Sally, dead. Someone knocked on the door. Man! Was it never possible to be alone in this place??
"Yeah?" He asked. Amira stepped into the room, she looked good, better than she had done when he had known her.
"Hey Dave!"
"Hello, thought you had forgot about me?" He asked smiling, Amira was one of the few people he actually enjoyed talking with in this place.
"No, I haven't. Sorry that I haven't visited you lately, but I have been really busy"
"Busy? In this place?" He asked confused, wondering how it was possible to be busy here, when he almost bored his but off.
"I have been busy recovering" Amira said seriously. She grabbed a chair and sat it near the bed. Then continued talking "I'm being written out tomorrow" She smiled a little
"Oh" Dave said a little disappointed, now she would leave and he wouldn't have anyone to talk with again.
"I'm going to visit though!" She said trying to get him into a better mood.
"I'm going to miss you, Amira. You are almost like a little sister to me."
"I have been thinking of you as my Bigbrother" She smiled. "And as your-almost-like little-sister, I demand that you get through this and comes and visit me too!" She laughed, he looked at her and then he started laughing too. It wasn't very funny situation really, but their life was so screwed up at this time so they just needed to laugh.
"Call me whenever you want to" Dave said, seriously after stopping to laugh.
"Yeah, I will" Amira said
"Promise me"
"I will, if you promise me not to let this break you"
"I promise, I ate a little today, I don't want the same thing happen to me as with Sally.
"I will miss you Dave" Amira said hugging him.
"I will miss you too, sis" Dave said smiling
The next days he started eating more, and soon he was off the IV. It didn't take long before he started going to the canteen together with Molly either.
"Dave you have really been making progress, I'm glad"
"Thanks Molly. Do you know how much longer I have to be here?"
"I think you will be available to leave in two weeks time"
"Then I have spent three months and one week here."
"Things like this takes time"
"Yeah, I kinda have noticed that" He said smilingly.
"What do you want to eat today?"
"I don't know, a salad maybe"
"That sounds great, if you want to you can sit in the cafeteria without me today"
"Really?" Dave smiled, finally it seemed like he managed to get control over his life again. Again? What was he talking about, he never had control over his life, before now.
The last day before he was going to leave, he walked around in his room continuously, not knowing what really to do, there where so many questions that where swirling around in his head. How would it be to be out in the world again? Would he manage to keep his life under control? How would it be to work again? Did he even have a job still? After almost wearing out his shoes from walking around, he picked up the phone.
"ER, this is Randi what can I do for you?"
"Hey Randi, this is Dave, is Weaver around?"
"Hey! How are you!? We miss you around here!"
"Thanks, I would really speech to Weaver"
"Just wait a minute" Dave heard the sounds of people running and talking in the background probably a trauma.
"Dave?" Dave heard Kerry's voice asking
"Hey Kerry, I just wondered…um…this is my last day here and I wondered if I still worked over there?"
"Here? Of course you do, when do you want to start?" Kerry said. Dave felt himself smiling into the phone.
"A weeks time?"
"Sure, I'll put you up on a short five hour shift so you can get back into the rhythm"
"Thanks Dr. Weaver"
"No need to thanks, you had a disease, everybody needs a second chance sometimes"
"I'm still sick, Weaver, I don't think I ever will recover completely"
"No, I know, I have been reading a little about anorexia. I'm looking forward to see you again, we miss you here"
"Bye, thanks. I miss you guys too"
"Bye"
When he put the phone back on place he started laughing, not a empty laughter, but a full laughter, full of life. He laughed because of the relief, and the thought that he just had said that he missed Weaver.
"Thanks Molly, I don't think I could have gone through this with out you. Thanks"
"You just needed a little push, but remember that it is now it all begins, you have to fight against falling back."
"Kinda like drugs?"
"Yeah, it is much the same. Thanks to you Dave, I'll hope I never see you here in this clinic again."
"Bye Molly"
"Bye Dave"
He walked of the bus, and looked at the building in front of him, his apartment, his life. It was just to turn around the key, and his life would be back again.
The apartment was a complete mess, he couldn't believe how he managed to live like this before. He put down the bags and started cleaning, picking up sock smelling from three months old sweat. Yum Yum. While cleaning he understood that his apartment showed very much about him, earlier his life had been a mess, and his apartment like wise. Now he had managed to get control over the mess, both in his apartment and head.
"Home sweet home" he said out into the empty room, the apartment had never been as clean as now. He expected that someone would knock on his door instantly, he was so used to that from the clinic.
He went to bed early that night, wondering what to do tomorrow. The next day he stood up earlier than he used to, and walked over to the refrigerator. It was rather empty except for a cartoon of rather icky milk and a brown-greenish tomato.
He definitely needed to go shopping today. Something he wanted to eat Molly had told him, and when he managed to eat completely normally again he could start eating other things too.
He found his bike in the garage and looked at it was probably the thing he had missed most when he was at the clinic. Dave sat down and turned the key around, the motor worked just as perfect as before, and not longer after he rode out on the road. Feeling the cold wind against his skin, and seeing the other cars passing by was wonderful.
He stopped outside the shop and jumped off and walked inside. He looked around and saw food everywhere, he didn't know how he could decide, he slowly picked up a box of soup, he turned it around and looked at the calorie content, Nah, this was to much. Dave sat down the can again and picked up another one, this one had much less calories, and it seemed to be better too. He put two cans down in his cart. "Dave?" He turned around and saw Jing-Mei standing there
"Hey Jing-Mei"
"You look good" She said. Dave knew that if this was before he would have come up with a joke about she having a secret crush on him.
"Thanks, I didn't know you were shopping here?"
"I think it is a very good store, they have very much we can choose from"
*Tell me something I don't know* He though, but he said "So how are you?"
"I'm fine, we miss you at the hospital"
"I'll be back tomorrow" He smiled "I better get going" He smiled again and walked away. He picked some apples and carrots, paid and drove home.
When he was inside he sat down on couch, the short tour to the shop had almost killed him, he was tired as hell. How would he then survive a normal shift. He decided that it was best if he got to bed, so he was ready to face the ER tomorrow.
Early in the morning he woke up and prepared a can of soup, he didn't have a big appetite anymore like he used to have before all this, it didn't matter what he ate, he just ate to not end up like Sally.
After the breakfast he watched a little television, he headed toward work, for the first time in over three months. Dave looked at the sign with the red big letters which read ER, he never had thought that returning back would be so hard. HE swallowed, and decided to buy some coffee over at Doc Magoos before entering.
Nothing had changed in the café, everything was like he remembered. He thought about the first time he had thrown up, it had been right after Jing-Mei had left after having lunch with him.
"One coffee, black, no sugar" He ordered. He saw the stall where they had been sitting and talking while Carter and Lucy where at surgery. He grabbed the coffee, paid and walked out. Now he had to enter, he would be late if he waited anymore.
Dave tried once again to swallow the clump in his throat, and stepped inside.
He slowly walked inside trying to be unremarkable. He managed to get into the lounge without anyone noticing, he didn't want everyone to run over and hug him, he just wanted to be alone. Too bad for him that Carter and Kerry where inside,
"Dave?!" Kerry smiled, he looked a lot better than last time she had seen him, still thin, but much better.
"Hello, Dr. Weaver, Carter"
"I better go see a patient" Carter said after a silent moment between them, and Dave knew that Kerry would talk to him. He put down his bag on the couch and sat down, she sat down in the chair.
"If you need anything, talk about something, just come find me okay?"
"Sure"
She stood up not knowing completely what to say, "Take it easy" She finally said before walking out leaving Dave alone in the lounge again. Was this how Carter felt when he returned from rehab? So completely lonely and foreign? He hung his jacket inside the locker and took a deep breath, now he had to meet everybody again.
He walked over to the admin. Desk, Randi saw him quickly.
"Dave! You are back!"
"Yes" He answered shortly, but now many others had noticed him, Chuny and Haleh came quickly over to him.
"Dave!" Haleh hugged him "It's so nice to have you back again.
"Thanks" He said shortly not wanting to talk to many. After getting a series of hugs from the nurses, he finally managed to grab a chart and walk over to a patient.
Cleo Finch where also in the room, diagnosing another patient.
"Dave?"
"Hey Cleo"
"Nice having you back again" She said, but he heard that her voice was less happy.
He looked down at the chart he had grabbed
"So Mrs. Prisker, what is the problem?" He sat down on a chart next to her to listen what she had to say.
"I have a bad headache who doesn't seem to go away."
"For how long have you had it?"
"Around three weeks"
"Have you had any speech problems, or kept forgetting things?"
"A few times, I just cant talk"
"Okay then I get someone to take a blood test and then we take you up for a head CT."
"Head CT? What is that?" The elderly lady asked.
"It is almost like X-ray just that we take it off your brain. We just have to find out if you have got any damage to it"
Cleo looked at Dave, he seemed to take really good care of the elderly lady, better than she had seen him do before, he really took time to tell her what he was doing.
After three hours the ER was completely silent, not a single patient in chairs or a ambulance coming closer. Dave sat silently and did charts to everyone's surprise.
"Um.Dave? Are you okay?" Mark asked
"Dr. Greene I'm working hard her why do you think anything is wrong?"
"Cause you *are* working hard, it doesn't look like you."
"I don't think you know me Dr. Greene, no wonder even I don't know me. But after my time in the clinic I have noticed that something in a life is more important than others, for example, my work is more important than a bottle of beer in the evening."
"Okay right" Mark said a little confused and walked away. Dave looked after him and broke into laughter, *sucker* He muttered under his breath and found the magazine hidden beneath the charts. But he knew in the inside that it was right, the clinic and the disease had changed him.
The End! Hope you liked it! :)
When she started walking, she saw Dave's friends coming. She walked over to them
"Hi, Dave is asleep now, but he wanted me to tell you that he really appreciated your visit.
"Ok, when he is awake tell him that we drop by some time"
"I'll do that. Bye"
"Bye" they said in unison.
Dave looked out of the window, seeing his friends leave. He considered them al as friends, even though he had pretty rough disagreements with Benton. He looked around in the room, staring at the wallpaper, counting every tile on the floor, feeling bored as hell.
Dave felt nauseous, but he didn't want to throw up, didn't want to end up like Sally, dead. Someone knocked on the door. Man! Was it never possible to be alone in this place??
"Yeah?" He asked. Amira stepped into the room, she looked good, better than she had done when he had known her.
"Hey Dave!"
"Hello, thought you had forgot about me?" He asked smiling, Amira was one of the few people he actually enjoyed talking with in this place.
"No, I haven't. Sorry that I haven't visited you lately, but I have been really busy"
"Busy? In this place?" He asked confused, wondering how it was possible to be busy here, when he almost bored his but off.
"I have been busy recovering" Amira said seriously. She grabbed a chair and sat it near the bed. Then continued talking "I'm being written out tomorrow" She smiled a little
"Oh" Dave said a little disappointed, now she would leave and he wouldn't have anyone to talk with again.
"I'm going to visit though!" She said trying to get him into a better mood.
"I'm going to miss you, Amira. You are almost like a little sister to me."
"I have been thinking of you as my Bigbrother" She smiled. "And as your-almost-like little-sister, I demand that you get through this and comes and visit me too!" She laughed, he looked at her and then he started laughing too. It wasn't very funny situation really, but their life was so screwed up at this time so they just needed to laugh.
"Call me whenever you want to" Dave said, seriously after stopping to laugh.
"Yeah, I will" Amira said
"Promise me"
"I will, if you promise me not to let this break you"
"I promise, I ate a little today, I don't want the same thing happen to me as with Sally.
"I will miss you Dave" Amira said hugging him.
"I will miss you too, sis" Dave said smiling
The next days he started eating more, and soon he was off the IV. It didn't take long before he started going to the canteen together with Molly either.
"Dave you have really been making progress, I'm glad"
"Thanks Molly. Do you know how much longer I have to be here?"
"I think you will be available to leave in two weeks time"
"Then I have spent three months and one week here."
"Things like this takes time"
"Yeah, I kinda have noticed that" He said smilingly.
"What do you want to eat today?"
"I don't know, a salad maybe"
"That sounds great, if you want to you can sit in the cafeteria without me today"
"Really?" Dave smiled, finally it seemed like he managed to get control over his life again. Again? What was he talking about, he never had control over his life, before now.
The last day before he was going to leave, he walked around in his room continuously, not knowing what really to do, there where so many questions that where swirling around in his head. How would it be to be out in the world again? Would he manage to keep his life under control? How would it be to work again? Did he even have a job still? After almost wearing out his shoes from walking around, he picked up the phone.
"ER, this is Randi what can I do for you?"
"Hey Randi, this is Dave, is Weaver around?"
"Hey! How are you!? We miss you around here!"
"Thanks, I would really speech to Weaver"
"Just wait a minute" Dave heard the sounds of people running and talking in the background probably a trauma.
"Dave?" Dave heard Kerry's voice asking
"Hey Kerry, I just wondered…um…this is my last day here and I wondered if I still worked over there?"
"Here? Of course you do, when do you want to start?" Kerry said. Dave felt himself smiling into the phone.
"A weeks time?"
"Sure, I'll put you up on a short five hour shift so you can get back into the rhythm"
"Thanks Dr. Weaver"
"No need to thanks, you had a disease, everybody needs a second chance sometimes"
"I'm still sick, Weaver, I don't think I ever will recover completely"
"No, I know, I have been reading a little about anorexia. I'm looking forward to see you again, we miss you here"
"Bye, thanks. I miss you guys too"
"Bye"
When he put the phone back on place he started laughing, not a empty laughter, but a full laughter, full of life. He laughed because of the relief, and the thought that he just had said that he missed Weaver.
"Thanks Molly, I don't think I could have gone through this with out you. Thanks"
"You just needed a little push, but remember that it is now it all begins, you have to fight against falling back."
"Kinda like drugs?"
"Yeah, it is much the same. Thanks to you Dave, I'll hope I never see you here in this clinic again."
"Bye Molly"
"Bye Dave"
He walked of the bus, and looked at the building in front of him, his apartment, his life. It was just to turn around the key, and his life would be back again.
The apartment was a complete mess, he couldn't believe how he managed to live like this before. He put down the bags and started cleaning, picking up sock smelling from three months old sweat. Yum Yum. While cleaning he understood that his apartment showed very much about him, earlier his life had been a mess, and his apartment like wise. Now he had managed to get control over the mess, both in his apartment and head.
"Home sweet home" he said out into the empty room, the apartment had never been as clean as now. He expected that someone would knock on his door instantly, he was so used to that from the clinic.
He went to bed early that night, wondering what to do tomorrow. The next day he stood up earlier than he used to, and walked over to the refrigerator. It was rather empty except for a cartoon of rather icky milk and a brown-greenish tomato.
He definitely needed to go shopping today. Something he wanted to eat Molly had told him, and when he managed to eat completely normally again he could start eating other things too.
He found his bike in the garage and looked at it was probably the thing he had missed most when he was at the clinic. Dave sat down and turned the key around, the motor worked just as perfect as before, and not longer after he rode out on the road. Feeling the cold wind against his skin, and seeing the other cars passing by was wonderful.
He stopped outside the shop and jumped off and walked inside. He looked around and saw food everywhere, he didn't know how he could decide, he slowly picked up a box of soup, he turned it around and looked at the calorie content, Nah, this was to much. Dave sat down the can again and picked up another one, this one had much less calories, and it seemed to be better too. He put two cans down in his cart. "Dave?" He turned around and saw Jing-Mei standing there
"Hey Jing-Mei"
"You look good" She said. Dave knew that if this was before he would have come up with a joke about she having a secret crush on him.
"Thanks, I didn't know you were shopping here?"
"I think it is a very good store, they have very much we can choose from"
*Tell me something I don't know* He though, but he said "So how are you?"
"I'm fine, we miss you at the hospital"
"I'll be back tomorrow" He smiled "I better get going" He smiled again and walked away. He picked some apples and carrots, paid and drove home.
When he was inside he sat down on couch, the short tour to the shop had almost killed him, he was tired as hell. How would he then survive a normal shift. He decided that it was best if he got to bed, so he was ready to face the ER tomorrow.
Early in the morning he woke up and prepared a can of soup, he didn't have a big appetite anymore like he used to have before all this, it didn't matter what he ate, he just ate to not end up like Sally.
After the breakfast he watched a little television, he headed toward work, for the first time in over three months. Dave looked at the sign with the red big letters which read ER, he never had thought that returning back would be so hard. HE swallowed, and decided to buy some coffee over at Doc Magoos before entering.
Nothing had changed in the café, everything was like he remembered. He thought about the first time he had thrown up, it had been right after Jing-Mei had left after having lunch with him.
"One coffee, black, no sugar" He ordered. He saw the stall where they had been sitting and talking while Carter and Lucy where at surgery. He grabbed the coffee, paid and walked out. Now he had to enter, he would be late if he waited anymore.
Dave tried once again to swallow the clump in his throat, and stepped inside.
He slowly walked inside trying to be unremarkable. He managed to get into the lounge without anyone noticing, he didn't want everyone to run over and hug him, he just wanted to be alone. Too bad for him that Carter and Kerry where inside,
"Dave?!" Kerry smiled, he looked a lot better than last time she had seen him, still thin, but much better.
"Hello, Dr. Weaver, Carter"
"I better go see a patient" Carter said after a silent moment between them, and Dave knew that Kerry would talk to him. He put down his bag on the couch and sat down, she sat down in the chair.
"If you need anything, talk about something, just come find me okay?"
"Sure"
She stood up not knowing completely what to say, "Take it easy" She finally said before walking out leaving Dave alone in the lounge again. Was this how Carter felt when he returned from rehab? So completely lonely and foreign? He hung his jacket inside the locker and took a deep breath, now he had to meet everybody again.
He walked over to the admin. Desk, Randi saw him quickly.
"Dave! You are back!"
"Yes" He answered shortly, but now many others had noticed him, Chuny and Haleh came quickly over to him.
"Dave!" Haleh hugged him "It's so nice to have you back again.
"Thanks" He said shortly not wanting to talk to many. After getting a series of hugs from the nurses, he finally managed to grab a chart and walk over to a patient.
Cleo Finch where also in the room, diagnosing another patient.
"Dave?"
"Hey Cleo"
"Nice having you back again" She said, but he heard that her voice was less happy.
He looked down at the chart he had grabbed
"So Mrs. Prisker, what is the problem?" He sat down on a chart next to her to listen what she had to say.
"I have a bad headache who doesn't seem to go away."
"For how long have you had it?"
"Around three weeks"
"Have you had any speech problems, or kept forgetting things?"
"A few times, I just cant talk"
"Okay then I get someone to take a blood test and then we take you up for a head CT."
"Head CT? What is that?" The elderly lady asked.
"It is almost like X-ray just that we take it off your brain. We just have to find out if you have got any damage to it"
Cleo looked at Dave, he seemed to take really good care of the elderly lady, better than she had seen him do before, he really took time to tell her what he was doing.
After three hours the ER was completely silent, not a single patient in chairs or a ambulance coming closer. Dave sat silently and did charts to everyone's surprise.
"Um.Dave? Are you okay?" Mark asked
"Dr. Greene I'm working hard her why do you think anything is wrong?"
"Cause you *are* working hard, it doesn't look like you."
"I don't think you know me Dr. Greene, no wonder even I don't know me. But after my time in the clinic I have noticed that something in a life is more important than others, for example, my work is more important than a bottle of beer in the evening."
"Okay right" Mark said a little confused and walked away. Dave looked after him and broke into laughter, *sucker* He muttered under his breath and found the magazine hidden beneath the charts. But he knew in the inside that it was right, the clinic and the disease had changed him.
The End! Hope you liked it! :)