"Carol, do you, um, know Dr. Ross?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, he's the guy who spilled juice on me at Doc's." she replied, giving him a wary eye while all he did was grin.
"Well, then since you know him, you can take him on a tour." Mark gently shoved the two close together. "Go on, you won't bite each other." He said when they didn't move.
"Come on," Carol said, leading him away.
"Carol, right?" Dr. Ross asked.
"Yeah, and you're Dr. Ross." She replied, walking briskly so he would have to keep up.
"Call me Doug." He said.
"This is Chairs. People wait there, that's kind of obvious." She said, pointing to the people waiting.
"OK," he replied.
"That's Trauma One." She said. "Curtain One's there, Curtain Two's there, and the lounge is right there. Those two rooms are Exam One and Two and that's Curtain Three, Trauma Two and the Suture room are down the hall. Come on, I'll show you the rest."
"Um, Carol?" Doug said when they reached the Suture room.
"Yes?" She said, turning to face him.
"I just wanted to apologize for this morning. It was an accident, and I wanted to make sure you forgave me." he stammered.
"It's no big deal." Carol replied nonchalantly.
"Really? We're on good terms now?"
"Of course."
"Then I'd like to start over." He held out his hand. "I'm Doug Ross, pediatrician."
"Carol Hathaway, R.N." She smiled. "There's the Suture room, those are the stairs and the elevators." And Carol began their tour once again.
~*~
"Well, do you think he's good?" Mark asked Carol, moving down the cafeteria line.
"Did you seem him work on that little MVA girl? He's a *very* good doctor." Carol replied, picking up a thing of orange jell-o and giving it a shake.
"Trying out the jell?" Mark raised his eyebrows. "He did well. And that spinal tap...should've bought him some champagne." She grinned.
"You know, I'm right down the line." Doug's voice called from three people away. "And I'll take you up on that champagne offer." Mark smirked at Carol.
"If you ask me, he seems kind of a smart ass." Carol whispered, paying for her food and getting a table.
"Won't you join us, Doug?" Mark asked, nodding to their table.
"Thanks." Doug smiled and sat in a chair next to Carol and opposite Mark.
"How has your day been?" Mark said, biting into his sandwich.
"Pretty good. Better than the last hospital I worked at." Doug said. "There was this really evil chief. She and I didn't get along too well."
"And where was this?" Carol asked.
"Nevada. About an hour from Vegas." Said Doug.
"You a gambler?" she said, stabbing at her pasta.
"Occasionally." He replied, grinning to himself. He reached over the table for the salt, spilling his ketchup onto his coat. "Damn it!" he cried, jumping up.
"You're quite the oaf today, Dr. Ross." Carol said, laughing quietly.
"Haha...." he said sarcastically, then muttered, "I never liked those white coats anyways," removing his coat as he said it. "I'm going to get some more ketchup." He stood and walked to the line, Carol watching him walk off.
"Carol?" She didn't answer. "Carol? Earth to Carol...." Mark snapped his fingers in her face, averting her gaze from the doctor.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry, Mark. I was distracted." She murmured.
"I should say so." Mark guffawed. Leaning closer, he asked, "You like him, don't you?"
"What?! Mark, what *are* you talking about?"
"You like him. You think he's hot. You want to kiss him. You want to take him to bed, strip him down, and give him a good long f-"
"MARK!!"
"What?" he smiled innocently. "What'd I say?" Carol grinned good-naturedly and hit his arm. "Honestly, you two would make a good couple."
"Who would?" Doug asked, walking over with his ketchup.
"No one." Carol said before Mark could reply.
~*~
Thanks to Julexer, for help with some stuff....
"Yeah, he's the guy who spilled juice on me at Doc's." she replied, giving him a wary eye while all he did was grin.
"Well, then since you know him, you can take him on a tour." Mark gently shoved the two close together. "Go on, you won't bite each other." He said when they didn't move.
"Come on," Carol said, leading him away.
"Carol, right?" Dr. Ross asked.
"Yeah, and you're Dr. Ross." She replied, walking briskly so he would have to keep up.
"Call me Doug." He said.
"This is Chairs. People wait there, that's kind of obvious." She said, pointing to the people waiting.
"OK," he replied.
"That's Trauma One." She said. "Curtain One's there, Curtain Two's there, and the lounge is right there. Those two rooms are Exam One and Two and that's Curtain Three, Trauma Two and the Suture room are down the hall. Come on, I'll show you the rest."
"Um, Carol?" Doug said when they reached the Suture room.
"Yes?" She said, turning to face him.
"I just wanted to apologize for this morning. It was an accident, and I wanted to make sure you forgave me." he stammered.
"It's no big deal." Carol replied nonchalantly.
"Really? We're on good terms now?"
"Of course."
"Then I'd like to start over." He held out his hand. "I'm Doug Ross, pediatrician."
"Carol Hathaway, R.N." She smiled. "There's the Suture room, those are the stairs and the elevators." And Carol began their tour once again.
~*~
"Well, do you think he's good?" Mark asked Carol, moving down the cafeteria line.
"Did you seem him work on that little MVA girl? He's a *very* good doctor." Carol replied, picking up a thing of orange jell-o and giving it a shake.
"Trying out the jell?" Mark raised his eyebrows. "He did well. And that spinal tap...should've bought him some champagne." She grinned.
"You know, I'm right down the line." Doug's voice called from three people away. "And I'll take you up on that champagne offer." Mark smirked at Carol.
"If you ask me, he seems kind of a smart ass." Carol whispered, paying for her food and getting a table.
"Won't you join us, Doug?" Mark asked, nodding to their table.
"Thanks." Doug smiled and sat in a chair next to Carol and opposite Mark.
"How has your day been?" Mark said, biting into his sandwich.
"Pretty good. Better than the last hospital I worked at." Doug said. "There was this really evil chief. She and I didn't get along too well."
"And where was this?" Carol asked.
"Nevada. About an hour from Vegas." Said Doug.
"You a gambler?" she said, stabbing at her pasta.
"Occasionally." He replied, grinning to himself. He reached over the table for the salt, spilling his ketchup onto his coat. "Damn it!" he cried, jumping up.
"You're quite the oaf today, Dr. Ross." Carol said, laughing quietly.
"Haha...." he said sarcastically, then muttered, "I never liked those white coats anyways," removing his coat as he said it. "I'm going to get some more ketchup." He stood and walked to the line, Carol watching him walk off.
"Carol?" She didn't answer. "Carol? Earth to Carol...." Mark snapped his fingers in her face, averting her gaze from the doctor.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry, Mark. I was distracted." She murmured.
"I should say so." Mark guffawed. Leaning closer, he asked, "You like him, don't you?"
"What?! Mark, what *are* you talking about?"
"You like him. You think he's hot. You want to kiss him. You want to take him to bed, strip him down, and give him a good long f-"
"MARK!!"
"What?" he smiled innocently. "What'd I say?" Carol grinned good-naturedly and hit his arm. "Honestly, you two would make a good couple."
"Who would?" Doug asked, walking over with his ketchup.
"No one." Carol said before Mark could reply.
~*~
Thanks to Julexer, for help with some stuff....