Title: Comforting Thoughts
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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"Dude, dude, don't worry about it, I'm cool, alright?" Dave exclaimed, exasperated.
"Are you sure you don't want to be admitted, Dave? I mean…"
"No, I do not want to be admitted, I still have shift to finish, so just disregard how I walked out earlier because I am fine and I want to work," Dave said, cutting Carter off.
Abby and Carter looked at each other. "Well, that sure seems to be a first," Abby joked.
Dave glared at her. "Yeah, that's funny, that's really funny. Next time you need somebody to cover your shift, don't come to me."
"Hey, you don't need to worry about that." Abby replied, sarcastically.
"Randi, do you know where Carter is?" Jing-Mei Chen asked the desk girl.
Randi rolled her eyes and pointed to Exam four, without lifting her eyes from her magazine.
Jing-Mei gave her an odd look and gave her a word of thanks before making her way to the room.
"Hey, John, I wanted to ask you something about…" she started, but stopped after seeing Dave on one of the beds. "Dave? What's going on here?"
"Hello, Jing-Mei, you're looking beautiful as usual," Dave flirted, shooting her a winning smile.
Jing-Mei raised her eyebrows and looked at Carter for an answer.
"He left the ER without his coat and came back freezing and with a black eye. He was mugged. The guys who did it were brought in and one of them had Dave's wallet. Oh, and not to mention, they beat him with a baseball bat," Carter explained, disgusted at the last sentence.
"Then why does he seem so…perky?" Jing-Mei questioned.
"He says he doesn't remember what happened. Only the before and after, but not the in between."
Jing-Mei nodded and looked at Dave. "How're you doing?"
"Hey, it's me. I'm tough, I can handle a few broken ribs."
Jing-Mei laughed. "Yeah, well, don't do too much at once or you're going to have more than a few broken ribs."
"Well, I'm going to go find more scrubs and get a'workin'," Dave said, getting up.
"What? Why? I mean…" Jing-Mei started.
"Hey, Jing-Mei, if you want to use the 5 Ws on me, they're what, when, why, where, and who. Now, I can answer two of those questions. Would you like me to?"
She shook her head.
"Okay, then. Now, I'm fine. There's no need to worry, it's not like I was hit by a car or anything." Dave got up to go find a scrub top, leaving John, Abby, and Jing-Mei to stare at him as he left.
"He is so stubborn," Jing-Mei stated.
"Deb, that's the least of what he is," Carter said. He looked at his watch and smiled. "Hey, Abby, look at that. I'm off and, oh, wait…you're not!"
"Bastard," Abby muttered, smiling when she looked at him. "You'll wait for me?"
"Of course, m'lady," Carter joked. "I'm going home to do…something, I don't know what yet, but I know I'm going to do it. Then I'll come back for you and we can go and have our pieces of pie."
Jing-Mei rolled her eyes at Carter and Abby's obvious displays of affection for each other.
"Get a room, you two," she said, before walking out of the room.
Carter and Abby looked at each other in surprise.
"What was that about?" Abby asked.
Carter shrugged. "I'll let you know if I find out. Well, I am going to leave now…I'll see you soon."
He left the room and walked to the Lounge, while Abby waited a few minutes before leaving the room to find some more patients. She spotted Dave at the admit desk, looking for an interesting patient.
"So, looks like you found a scrub top," she said, walking up to him.
"Yeah, I sure did," he replied, not looking up.
"You know, if Weaver saw you doing that, she'd probably be really pissed."
"Yeah, well the Chief isn't here, so I'm safe," he said, finally looking up at her.
"That is one hell of a black eye you've got, Dave," Abby told him.
"Thank you, Abby," Dave snapped before turning back to look at the charts again. He pulled one out and smiled. "Hey, here's a good one. See you later, Abby."
Before she could reply, he walked off, whistling. She shook her head and looked around the ER. She couldn't wait for that piece of pie.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
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"Dude, dude, don't worry about it, I'm cool, alright?" Dave exclaimed, exasperated.
"Are you sure you don't want to be admitted, Dave? I mean…"
"No, I do not want to be admitted, I still have shift to finish, so just disregard how I walked out earlier because I am fine and I want to work," Dave said, cutting Carter off.
Abby and Carter looked at each other. "Well, that sure seems to be a first," Abby joked.
Dave glared at her. "Yeah, that's funny, that's really funny. Next time you need somebody to cover your shift, don't come to me."
"Hey, you don't need to worry about that." Abby replied, sarcastically.
"Randi, do you know where Carter is?" Jing-Mei Chen asked the desk girl.
Randi rolled her eyes and pointed to Exam four, without lifting her eyes from her magazine.
Jing-Mei gave her an odd look and gave her a word of thanks before making her way to the room.
"Hey, John, I wanted to ask you something about…" she started, but stopped after seeing Dave on one of the beds. "Dave? What's going on here?"
"Hello, Jing-Mei, you're looking beautiful as usual," Dave flirted, shooting her a winning smile.
Jing-Mei raised her eyebrows and looked at Carter for an answer.
"He left the ER without his coat and came back freezing and with a black eye. He was mugged. The guys who did it were brought in and one of them had Dave's wallet. Oh, and not to mention, they beat him with a baseball bat," Carter explained, disgusted at the last sentence.
"Then why does he seem so…perky?" Jing-Mei questioned.
"He says he doesn't remember what happened. Only the before and after, but not the in between."
Jing-Mei nodded and looked at Dave. "How're you doing?"
"Hey, it's me. I'm tough, I can handle a few broken ribs."
Jing-Mei laughed. "Yeah, well, don't do too much at once or you're going to have more than a few broken ribs."
"Well, I'm going to go find more scrubs and get a'workin'," Dave said, getting up.
"What? Why? I mean…" Jing-Mei started.
"Hey, Jing-Mei, if you want to use the 5 Ws on me, they're what, when, why, where, and who. Now, I can answer two of those questions. Would you like me to?"
She shook her head.
"Okay, then. Now, I'm fine. There's no need to worry, it's not like I was hit by a car or anything." Dave got up to go find a scrub top, leaving John, Abby, and Jing-Mei to stare at him as he left.
"He is so stubborn," Jing-Mei stated.
"Deb, that's the least of what he is," Carter said. He looked at his watch and smiled. "Hey, Abby, look at that. I'm off and, oh, wait…you're not!"
"Bastard," Abby muttered, smiling when she looked at him. "You'll wait for me?"
"Of course, m'lady," Carter joked. "I'm going home to do…something, I don't know what yet, but I know I'm going to do it. Then I'll come back for you and we can go and have our pieces of pie."
Jing-Mei rolled her eyes at Carter and Abby's obvious displays of affection for each other.
"Get a room, you two," she said, before walking out of the room.
Carter and Abby looked at each other in surprise.
"What was that about?" Abby asked.
Carter shrugged. "I'll let you know if I find out. Well, I am going to leave now…I'll see you soon."
He left the room and walked to the Lounge, while Abby waited a few minutes before leaving the room to find some more patients. She spotted Dave at the admit desk, looking for an interesting patient.
"So, looks like you found a scrub top," she said, walking up to him.
"Yeah, I sure did," he replied, not looking up.
"You know, if Weaver saw you doing that, she'd probably be really pissed."
"Yeah, well the Chief isn't here, so I'm safe," he said, finally looking up at her.
"That is one hell of a black eye you've got, Dave," Abby told him.
"Thank you, Abby," Dave snapped before turning back to look at the charts again. He pulled one out and smiled. "Hey, here's a good one. See you later, Abby."
Before she could reply, he walked off, whistling. She shook her head and looked around the ER. She couldn't wait for that piece of pie.