Sweet Child Of Mine.
Warnings: Weird-ass
fic I wrote based on a semi-drunken conversation with the She Devil. Kind of
Slashy….
Summary: The She
Devil and I know, but do you know?
(Probably!)
Cats:
Humor/Comedy/Drama
Dave lay in his bed, staring at the
ceiling. He thought of all the people
he'd been with in the past two months.
He knew he was somewhat of a whore, but he couldn't help that he was so
good-looking. He was also bisexual,
which made him even more of a target for the ER to release their… tension.
He'd slept with most of the ER, in fact. None of them would admit it, but he
knew. He hadn't slept with Kerry, Kim,
or Elizabeth, but he'd been with everyone else. Just then, his alarm clock buzzed, signaling that it was time to
get up and go to work. He rolled out of
bed, noticing that he was feeling rather queasy, but shrugging it off as
something he ate.
At the ER, he felt even worse. He'd eaten breakfast, and it wasn't agreeing
with him. He bolted to the bathroom and
emptied his guts into a toilet bowl. He
just then realized from the pinkish color of the walls, that he was in the
ladies' room, and a very surprised looking Abby was looking at him.
"What? Ain't you
ever seen a dude puke before?" He
asked, strutting out.
The entire ER was staring at him
when he came out.
"What? I had to
spew!" He said, trying to defend
himself. The ER looked away and went
back to their jobs.
He felt even worse two hours later,
and he was throwing up on and off all morning.
This actually continued for days, until Kerry forced him to have tests
done. Finally she was given the
results. She dropped everything,
including her crutch.
"Holy Shit." She
whispered, picking up her stuff to find Dave.
It's late at night, so I will post this and begin a new
chapter tomorrow morning. You'll like
this fic, I promise!
