Title: Comforting Thoughts
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. Oh, and for those of you who think that the story has some missing links and screwed up sentences and what not…I'm 14 years old. Get over it.
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John walked into the ER the next day and sighed blissfully. He felt like he was floating. He "floated" into the Lounge and barely noticed when somebody came up next to him.
"Hey, Carter, you look like you're in a good mood today," Susan Lewis said to him.
Carter turned to her and grinned broadly. "The best mood, Susan," he said. He turned back to his locker and opened it, pulling out his lab coat and switching it with his winter coat.
"Uh-oh, don't tell me…you had sex, right?" Susan teased.
Carter laughed. "No, not exactly."
"Well, I know it has something to do with Abby."
He turned back to her with a look of surprise. "How do you know that?"
She gave him a knowing look. "It was a lucky guess. So, what did you two do last night?"
"We went to Doc Magoo's, had a piece of pie and some coffee…" he started.
"Wait, you're all giddy because you went to the hole across the street and ate pie?" Susan asked, confused.
He laughed again. Susan began to feel nervous. She'd never seen Carter so peppy in her entire time of knowing him.
~All this because of pie~ she asked herself.
"I took her home and we shared a nice kiss," he finished.
"Oh, that's why you're so happy," Susan realized, her nervousness quickly going down the drain.
"Yup, that's it," he confirmed.
"Well, I'm happy for you, Carter. You finally got your dream girl," she said. She had already put on her lab coat, so she and Carter wandered out of the Lounge together, heading toward the admit desk.
"Hey, Carter, I heard you had sex with Abby, is that true?" Randi asked, with an excited look on her face.
"What? Who told you that?" John asked.
"Hey, my sources are secret," Randi replied.
"Okay, sure…but no, it's not true, and even if it was, I doubt that I would tell you," Carter told her, reaching for a random chart and walking away.
"Is he lying, Dr. Lewis?" Randi asked Susan.
Susan shrugged. "If he says he wasn't, then he wasn't, Randi. It's not the end of the world if you got a wrong piece of information…I think that's why they call it 'gossip'," she said, shooting a glance at the desk clerk.
Randi put on an innocent look. "It's not gossiping! Most of the info I get is rock solid."
"Yeah, most," Susan teased. "Well, I'm off to find a patient. Yell if you need me."
She turned and bumped into Dave.
"Whoa, sorry, Dr. Lewis, I didn't see you there," Dave said.
"Hey, it's okay, Dave, Mr. Most-Talked-About-Man-In-the-ER-Today," Susan joked.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Uh, never mind, Dave," Susan replied, realizing Dave actually had no idea what she was talking about. The truth was, she had been hearing different stories about Dave's situation, and Dave obviously wasn't being let in on the talking. This made sense, because it was, after all, about him.
Dave shook his head in confusion and grabbed another chart.
"You're going a little crazy with the patients, huh Dave?" Susan asked.
"Just trying to get to keep busy and get to everyone," Dave replied, rushing off with the chart.
Susan looked after him, slightly worried. She shrugged it off and began to walk over to her own patient when somebody called her name.
"Susan! Hey, Susan, have you seen Carter?" Abby asked, running up to her, out of breath.
"Uh, I think he went that way," she replied, pointing down the hall.
"Okay, well, if you see him, tell him that I'm looking for him, will you?" she asked, a small smile treading across her face.
"Yeah, I sure will," Susan replied, noticing the look on her face, which basically matched Carter's.
"Thanks," she replied, rushing toward the Lounge to change.
"Excuse me?" asked a person behind her.
Susan sighed, becoming overwhelmed. She turned. "Yes?"
The person she turned to was a teenage girl with dyed reddish/auburn hair, brown eyes, with tanned skin. She was about 5'5 and she was carrying a black backpack and she was wearing denim jeans with a black tank top (a cotton jacket with the word 'rebel' written across it covering her top), and black platform boots.
"Hi, uh, I was wondering if you knew where Dave Malucci is?" she asked.
"May I ask who you are?"
"I'm his niece," the teen replied.
"Oh…uh, well, he went to…" Susan said, racking her brain, "oh, yes, he went to Exam room one. It's in that direction."
"Thank you, uh…"
"Lewis. Dr. Susan Lewis," Susan replied, with a smile.
The girl flashed a smile back and made her way to the direction Susan had pointed to. Susan shook her head.
~The things kids wear these days~ she thought.
She looked around to make sure nobody else wanted to talk to her and when she saw that the coast was clear, she walked off to find the patient she had planned on seeing before.
"Hey, Carter," Abby called.
He turned and smiled when he saw her. "Abby, hey, when'd you get here?"
"Just now…I took the El," she answered.
"Oh, that's cool," he replied.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm just going back to a patient…care to join me?"
"Sure."
They walked to Exam three where a man in his mid-forties was sitting on a bed, looking around nervously. He looked up when he heard the door open.
"So…doc, what is it? I'm not dieing, am I? I can't die, I have a wife…I have kids, I can't just leave them…oh, no, I am dieing, aren't I?" the man babbled.
Carter and Abby exchanged surprised glances. Carter held up his hands. "Now, Mr. Harrison, you're not dieing, don't worry. You only have the flu."
The man stopped mumbling to himself about death. "Are you sure?"
Carter nodded. "I am completely sure."
Mr. Harrison breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God. I was afraid for a minute there…I'm a really nervous person and when I'm nervous, I talk a lot and then I just keep talking and talking until I just can't stop, and…"
"Mr. Harrison, I'm going to prescribe you some antibiotics," Carter said, cutting him off, "now, you're going to need to take all the pills in order to get better, alright?"
"Yeah, sure, yeah, no problem, Doctor…what'd you say your name was?"
"Carter," he replied, writing down the prescription.
"And who's the brunette?"
"Abby," she told him.
"You're a pretty lady," Mr. Harrison flirted.
Abby furrowed her eyebrows. "Sir, didn't you say you were married?"
The man's eyes widened. "Oh, don't tell Lucy, she'd get so mad at me. Please, nurse, Lucy's my angel, and our kids…they'd hate me! You're not going to tell my Lucy, are you?"
"Okay, Mr. Harrison, we're going to get your meds and we'll be right back," Carter said, becoming uncomfortable. Abby looked at him with concern. They walked out of the room.
"Please don't tell Lucy!" Mr. Harrison called to Abby.
She turned. "Don't worry, Mr. Harrison, I won't."
She had to run to catch up with Carter's long strides. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I've never been better," he replied.
"Liar," she challenged.
He stopped for a moment and Abby was afraid that she had truly upset him. But he turned to her and smiled. Then he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"I don't know," he laughed.
"Oh…uh, okay," Abby said, utterly confused.
"Maybe I'm laughing because I just thought about how much I'm in love with you," he said, suddenly.
Abby's eyes widened. "What?"
"Blame Susan, it was her idea for me to tell you," Carter told her, continuing to the medicine cabinet.
Abby stood rooted to her spot for a moment before chasing after him.
"Carter, slow down," she called.
They reached the med cabinet and Carter rooted around for what he was searching for.
"Carter, where did that come from?"
"What?"
"What you said…the 'I love you' thing."
"I just told you: Susan."
"So…you didn't mean it?"
"What do you think Abby?" he replied, chuckling.
"I…I don't know, I mean…"
"Aha! I found it," he proclaimed, holding up a bottle. He quickly walked out of the room and made his way back to Mr. Harrison. Abby shook her head and ran back out. She followed him back into the room, where Mr. Harrison was still sitting on the bed, looking around.
"Mr. Harrison, I have your medicine," Carter boomed.
"Thank you, Dr. Carter," Mr. Harrison said.
"I'm glad to be of help, Mr. Harrison," Carter replied. "You can go pick them up when you're ready, alright?"
Mr. Harrison nodded. "You're a good kid," he told Carter.
Carter smiled. "Thank you, sir, I appreciate that."
Abby looked from Carter to Mr. Harrison, admiring her co-worker's charming bedside manner.
"Well, we should get out of here and leave you be," Carter said, motioning to Abby and himself. "Now, remember, if for some reason the antibiotics don't work, come right back and we'll see what we can do, okay?"
"Thank you," Mr. Harrison said again.
"Okay, well, have a good day, sir," Carter said, as he walked out of the room with Abby on his heels.
"Carter, can I just have a second to…" Abby started to say.
"Abby! We need you over here, we have major traumas coming in," Jing-Mei called.
"Good luck," Carter said, bending down to whisper in her ear.
She glared at him before running to meet the ambulances.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. Oh, and for those of you who think that the story has some missing links and screwed up sentences and what not…I'm 14 years old. Get over it.
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John walked into the ER the next day and sighed blissfully. He felt like he was floating. He "floated" into the Lounge and barely noticed when somebody came up next to him.
"Hey, Carter, you look like you're in a good mood today," Susan Lewis said to him.
Carter turned to her and grinned broadly. "The best mood, Susan," he said. He turned back to his locker and opened it, pulling out his lab coat and switching it with his winter coat.
"Uh-oh, don't tell me…you had sex, right?" Susan teased.
Carter laughed. "No, not exactly."
"Well, I know it has something to do with Abby."
He turned back to her with a look of surprise. "How do you know that?"
She gave him a knowing look. "It was a lucky guess. So, what did you two do last night?"
"We went to Doc Magoo's, had a piece of pie and some coffee…" he started.
"Wait, you're all giddy because you went to the hole across the street and ate pie?" Susan asked, confused.
He laughed again. Susan began to feel nervous. She'd never seen Carter so peppy in her entire time of knowing him.
~All this because of pie~ she asked herself.
"I took her home and we shared a nice kiss," he finished.
"Oh, that's why you're so happy," Susan realized, her nervousness quickly going down the drain.
"Yup, that's it," he confirmed.
"Well, I'm happy for you, Carter. You finally got your dream girl," she said. She had already put on her lab coat, so she and Carter wandered out of the Lounge together, heading toward the admit desk.
"Hey, Carter, I heard you had sex with Abby, is that true?" Randi asked, with an excited look on her face.
"What? Who told you that?" John asked.
"Hey, my sources are secret," Randi replied.
"Okay, sure…but no, it's not true, and even if it was, I doubt that I would tell you," Carter told her, reaching for a random chart and walking away.
"Is he lying, Dr. Lewis?" Randi asked Susan.
Susan shrugged. "If he says he wasn't, then he wasn't, Randi. It's not the end of the world if you got a wrong piece of information…I think that's why they call it 'gossip'," she said, shooting a glance at the desk clerk.
Randi put on an innocent look. "It's not gossiping! Most of the info I get is rock solid."
"Yeah, most," Susan teased. "Well, I'm off to find a patient. Yell if you need me."
She turned and bumped into Dave.
"Whoa, sorry, Dr. Lewis, I didn't see you there," Dave said.
"Hey, it's okay, Dave, Mr. Most-Talked-About-Man-In-the-ER-Today," Susan joked.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Uh, never mind, Dave," Susan replied, realizing Dave actually had no idea what she was talking about. The truth was, she had been hearing different stories about Dave's situation, and Dave obviously wasn't being let in on the talking. This made sense, because it was, after all, about him.
Dave shook his head in confusion and grabbed another chart.
"You're going a little crazy with the patients, huh Dave?" Susan asked.
"Just trying to get to keep busy and get to everyone," Dave replied, rushing off with the chart.
Susan looked after him, slightly worried. She shrugged it off and began to walk over to her own patient when somebody called her name.
"Susan! Hey, Susan, have you seen Carter?" Abby asked, running up to her, out of breath.
"Uh, I think he went that way," she replied, pointing down the hall.
"Okay, well, if you see him, tell him that I'm looking for him, will you?" she asked, a small smile treading across her face.
"Yeah, I sure will," Susan replied, noticing the look on her face, which basically matched Carter's.
"Thanks," she replied, rushing toward the Lounge to change.
"Excuse me?" asked a person behind her.
Susan sighed, becoming overwhelmed. She turned. "Yes?"
The person she turned to was a teenage girl with dyed reddish/auburn hair, brown eyes, with tanned skin. She was about 5'5 and she was carrying a black backpack and she was wearing denim jeans with a black tank top (a cotton jacket with the word 'rebel' written across it covering her top), and black platform boots.
"Hi, uh, I was wondering if you knew where Dave Malucci is?" she asked.
"May I ask who you are?"
"I'm his niece," the teen replied.
"Oh…uh, well, he went to…" Susan said, racking her brain, "oh, yes, he went to Exam room one. It's in that direction."
"Thank you, uh…"
"Lewis. Dr. Susan Lewis," Susan replied, with a smile.
The girl flashed a smile back and made her way to the direction Susan had pointed to. Susan shook her head.
~The things kids wear these days~ she thought.
She looked around to make sure nobody else wanted to talk to her and when she saw that the coast was clear, she walked off to find the patient she had planned on seeing before.
"Hey, Carter," Abby called.
He turned and smiled when he saw her. "Abby, hey, when'd you get here?"
"Just now…I took the El," she answered.
"Oh, that's cool," he replied.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm just going back to a patient…care to join me?"
"Sure."
They walked to Exam three where a man in his mid-forties was sitting on a bed, looking around nervously. He looked up when he heard the door open.
"So…doc, what is it? I'm not dieing, am I? I can't die, I have a wife…I have kids, I can't just leave them…oh, no, I am dieing, aren't I?" the man babbled.
Carter and Abby exchanged surprised glances. Carter held up his hands. "Now, Mr. Harrison, you're not dieing, don't worry. You only have the flu."
The man stopped mumbling to himself about death. "Are you sure?"
Carter nodded. "I am completely sure."
Mr. Harrison breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God. I was afraid for a minute there…I'm a really nervous person and when I'm nervous, I talk a lot and then I just keep talking and talking until I just can't stop, and…"
"Mr. Harrison, I'm going to prescribe you some antibiotics," Carter said, cutting him off, "now, you're going to need to take all the pills in order to get better, alright?"
"Yeah, sure, yeah, no problem, Doctor…what'd you say your name was?"
"Carter," he replied, writing down the prescription.
"And who's the brunette?"
"Abby," she told him.
"You're a pretty lady," Mr. Harrison flirted.
Abby furrowed her eyebrows. "Sir, didn't you say you were married?"
The man's eyes widened. "Oh, don't tell Lucy, she'd get so mad at me. Please, nurse, Lucy's my angel, and our kids…they'd hate me! You're not going to tell my Lucy, are you?"
"Okay, Mr. Harrison, we're going to get your meds and we'll be right back," Carter said, becoming uncomfortable. Abby looked at him with concern. They walked out of the room.
"Please don't tell Lucy!" Mr. Harrison called to Abby.
She turned. "Don't worry, Mr. Harrison, I won't."
She had to run to catch up with Carter's long strides. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I've never been better," he replied.
"Liar," she challenged.
He stopped for a moment and Abby was afraid that she had truly upset him. But he turned to her and smiled. Then he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"I don't know," he laughed.
"Oh…uh, okay," Abby said, utterly confused.
"Maybe I'm laughing because I just thought about how much I'm in love with you," he said, suddenly.
Abby's eyes widened. "What?"
"Blame Susan, it was her idea for me to tell you," Carter told her, continuing to the medicine cabinet.
Abby stood rooted to her spot for a moment before chasing after him.
"Carter, slow down," she called.
They reached the med cabinet and Carter rooted around for what he was searching for.
"Carter, where did that come from?"
"What?"
"What you said…the 'I love you' thing."
"I just told you: Susan."
"So…you didn't mean it?"
"What do you think Abby?" he replied, chuckling.
"I…I don't know, I mean…"
"Aha! I found it," he proclaimed, holding up a bottle. He quickly walked out of the room and made his way back to Mr. Harrison. Abby shook her head and ran back out. She followed him back into the room, where Mr. Harrison was still sitting on the bed, looking around.
"Mr. Harrison, I have your medicine," Carter boomed.
"Thank you, Dr. Carter," Mr. Harrison said.
"I'm glad to be of help, Mr. Harrison," Carter replied. "You can go pick them up when you're ready, alright?"
Mr. Harrison nodded. "You're a good kid," he told Carter.
Carter smiled. "Thank you, sir, I appreciate that."
Abby looked from Carter to Mr. Harrison, admiring her co-worker's charming bedside manner.
"Well, we should get out of here and leave you be," Carter said, motioning to Abby and himself. "Now, remember, if for some reason the antibiotics don't work, come right back and we'll see what we can do, okay?"
"Thank you," Mr. Harrison said again.
"Okay, well, have a good day, sir," Carter said, as he walked out of the room with Abby on his heels.
"Carter, can I just have a second to…" Abby started to say.
"Abby! We need you over here, we have major traumas coming in," Jing-Mei called.
"Good luck," Carter said, bending down to whisper in her ear.
She glared at him before running to meet the ambulances.