Threw Me for a Loop
The Elaine Marshway?
(Authors note! This takes place in the very beginning of season nine. Mark is dead, as is Lucy. Chen is gone because she is too hard to write for. Pratt is also gone because I hate characters with out emotions and the only emotion he has is the "stick up his butt" face. That's my piece! Thanks, rock on, and enjoy!)
"Robert, why did you call me up here?" Kerry Weaver groaned as she hobbled into the chief of staff's office.
"To talk about the budget, Kerry. As you know, I've had some free time on my hands because I got a new secretary. So, I reviewed the ER's budget."
"I was going to do that."
"But I beat you to it. Seems the ER is two million under budget. Now, the ER gets the most funding and everything, so this means, for the first time, you have a surplus. Congratulations, Kerry, you've done something right."
"Thank you…"
"But, then I looked into it. Turns out, they're dropping like flies. Malatucci was fired, I still don't know if Dr. Chen actually works in our hospital, and so on. Your pedes attending left, Mark Greene croaked, and the two surgeons that actually enjoy being down there are a little tied up. In fact, one of them left. "
"And? My ER is running just fine."
"Wrong. Your ER is understaffed and those who are working are tired and underpaid. So I have a plan."
"What?"
"You can: hire more people. You need a pedes attending, another physician, and maybe a surgeon. She could be all yours Kerry."
"What are my other options?"
" Keep whom you have and pay them more or keep the two million."
"How about leaving things as they are?"
"Nope. Since I run the place, I've decided for you. So, Kerry, sit down, and go through the resumes."
"What are we hiring again?"
"A Pedes attending and a surgeon to keep in your beloved ER."
"Didn't you say another physician, too?"
"I was getting to that. We don't need to search for one because I have just the person: Elaine Marshway."
"Elaine Marshway? You've got to be kidding?"
" Not at all. She wants a more low key place to work and last night, she gave an old friend a call."
"She'll be working here?"
"You bet. Elaine will be your new attending. Unless, you want to give it to Carter and just keep your two million."
"No! Not at all. Elaine is free to work here. By all means, hire her!"
"Good. I already did."
Kerry stood in the elevator smiling. Elaine Marshway! Finally, someone with some prestige! She could talk about the different studies that she did and compare notes. The ER would get national recognition.
The door popped open and Kerry strode out. Her day was looking better and better as Carter approached her.
"Dr. Weaver, did you tell Dr. Romano about how I'm ready to be an attending?" he asked.
"Sorry, Carter, he already hired someone."
"Who?"
"Elaine Marshway."
"Who's she?"
"You've never heard of Elaine Marshway? She just finished the award winning study on sternal saws! Hell, she's made strides in the standard of care! She'll be perfect for the job!"
"Sounds like it was really hard to make a decision," Carter groaned as he shuffled away.
Why is he so upset, Kerry thought. Elaine Marshway's going to work at County!
Carter returned to the admit desk and smiled, "Sorry, Jerry. Had to see if I was the new attending."
"Are you?"
"No. Some Elaine Marshway is."
"She's hot. Every year, the post pictures of the most successful doctors in the United States, and she's been on there the past five years."
"How do you know?"
"Weaver's always checking to see if she's on there. Oh, by the way, your med students are in chairs."
"Thanks Jerry. Gallant!"
The tall student ran over from across the ER to meet up with John. He flashed a courtesy smile and turned to the chairs. "I wasn't sure if I should talk to them or wait for you."
"Did you wait?"
"Yes."
"Good. You're supposed to torture them before getting to know them."
"That explains a lot."
"I'm glad."
Carter and Gallant advanced toward the med students. They all appeared to be a normal bunch, the slackers were in the back, and the most prepared ones were in the front. And in the front, sitting next to a woman with five children, was a girl who looked like Lucy Knight. For a second, Carter couldn't breathe. He was positive he was hallucinating.
But he went up to her and introduced himself anyway. "Hi, I'm Dr. Carter and I'm you're attending, Ms…"
"Knight. Briana Knight."
Carter's eyes widened in shock.
"I didn't think you'd recognize me. I'm Lucy Knight's sister. You have no idea how honored I am to be your student."
"Well, I'm glad Lucy's death did turn you away from medicine. Um, Briana, this," he said, pointing to Gallant, "Is another student, Michael Gallant. He's a fourth year."
"Nice to meet you," she grinned, extending her tiny hand, "Is it hard being a student here?"
"Once the doctors warm up to you it's fine," Michael assured her, "Should we go find a patient?"
"Okay!"
"This way."
Gallant led her to the admit desk where they grabbed a chart and were on their way. Watching them was Carter. It seemed so strange to him that Lucy and Briana were almost exactly alike, although Briana was younger. Even though Carter had repressed that memory as far as it would go, all he could remember of Lucy was after Paul Sobriki stabbed her. She looked so helpless and all he could do was look at her.
Shaking his head, Carter turned and went back to work, greeting all the new students.
Elizabeth Corday stepped into the woman's locker room and glared at herself in the mirror. It had been a few months since Mark's death and Romano had felt she wasn't ready to perform surgery. Until today, that is.
She tugged at her wedding band. Should she keep it on or off? Elizabeth was a widow now, in fact, she had come to terms with it. The brain tumor was long gone and soon Mark would nothing more than a distant memory. But for the time being, she had to deal with his departure.
Taking a deep breath, she walked out and entered the scrub room and started running the water. It felt warm on her rough hands. Gently scrubbing, she made little circles with the bubbles. Before she knew it, she was laughing at herself.
"Lizzie! Glad to see you're up to surgery. How does it feel to be back in the arena?" Robert Romano asked as he too began to scrub in.
"I'm fine. In fact, things are looking great. What do I have?"
"I saved you a hot appy."
"You're ever so gracious, Robert. Ever so gracious," she smiled and went back to scrubbing.
Maybe she would be okay.
The Elaine Marshway?
(Authors note! This takes place in the very beginning of season nine. Mark is dead, as is Lucy. Chen is gone because she is too hard to write for. Pratt is also gone because I hate characters with out emotions and the only emotion he has is the "stick up his butt" face. That's my piece! Thanks, rock on, and enjoy!)
"Robert, why did you call me up here?" Kerry Weaver groaned as she hobbled into the chief of staff's office.
"To talk about the budget, Kerry. As you know, I've had some free time on my hands because I got a new secretary. So, I reviewed the ER's budget."
"I was going to do that."
"But I beat you to it. Seems the ER is two million under budget. Now, the ER gets the most funding and everything, so this means, for the first time, you have a surplus. Congratulations, Kerry, you've done something right."
"Thank you…"
"But, then I looked into it. Turns out, they're dropping like flies. Malatucci was fired, I still don't know if Dr. Chen actually works in our hospital, and so on. Your pedes attending left, Mark Greene croaked, and the two surgeons that actually enjoy being down there are a little tied up. In fact, one of them left. "
"And? My ER is running just fine."
"Wrong. Your ER is understaffed and those who are working are tired and underpaid. So I have a plan."
"What?"
"You can: hire more people. You need a pedes attending, another physician, and maybe a surgeon. She could be all yours Kerry."
"What are my other options?"
" Keep whom you have and pay them more or keep the two million."
"How about leaving things as they are?"
"Nope. Since I run the place, I've decided for you. So, Kerry, sit down, and go through the resumes."
"What are we hiring again?"
"A Pedes attending and a surgeon to keep in your beloved ER."
"Didn't you say another physician, too?"
"I was getting to that. We don't need to search for one because I have just the person: Elaine Marshway."
"Elaine Marshway? You've got to be kidding?"
" Not at all. She wants a more low key place to work and last night, she gave an old friend a call."
"She'll be working here?"
"You bet. Elaine will be your new attending. Unless, you want to give it to Carter and just keep your two million."
"No! Not at all. Elaine is free to work here. By all means, hire her!"
"Good. I already did."
Kerry stood in the elevator smiling. Elaine Marshway! Finally, someone with some prestige! She could talk about the different studies that she did and compare notes. The ER would get national recognition.
The door popped open and Kerry strode out. Her day was looking better and better as Carter approached her.
"Dr. Weaver, did you tell Dr. Romano about how I'm ready to be an attending?" he asked.
"Sorry, Carter, he already hired someone."
"Who?"
"Elaine Marshway."
"Who's she?"
"You've never heard of Elaine Marshway? She just finished the award winning study on sternal saws! Hell, she's made strides in the standard of care! She'll be perfect for the job!"
"Sounds like it was really hard to make a decision," Carter groaned as he shuffled away.
Why is he so upset, Kerry thought. Elaine Marshway's going to work at County!
Carter returned to the admit desk and smiled, "Sorry, Jerry. Had to see if I was the new attending."
"Are you?"
"No. Some Elaine Marshway is."
"She's hot. Every year, the post pictures of the most successful doctors in the United States, and she's been on there the past five years."
"How do you know?"
"Weaver's always checking to see if she's on there. Oh, by the way, your med students are in chairs."
"Thanks Jerry. Gallant!"
The tall student ran over from across the ER to meet up with John. He flashed a courtesy smile and turned to the chairs. "I wasn't sure if I should talk to them or wait for you."
"Did you wait?"
"Yes."
"Good. You're supposed to torture them before getting to know them."
"That explains a lot."
"I'm glad."
Carter and Gallant advanced toward the med students. They all appeared to be a normal bunch, the slackers were in the back, and the most prepared ones were in the front. And in the front, sitting next to a woman with five children, was a girl who looked like Lucy Knight. For a second, Carter couldn't breathe. He was positive he was hallucinating.
But he went up to her and introduced himself anyway. "Hi, I'm Dr. Carter and I'm you're attending, Ms…"
"Knight. Briana Knight."
Carter's eyes widened in shock.
"I didn't think you'd recognize me. I'm Lucy Knight's sister. You have no idea how honored I am to be your student."
"Well, I'm glad Lucy's death did turn you away from medicine. Um, Briana, this," he said, pointing to Gallant, "Is another student, Michael Gallant. He's a fourth year."
"Nice to meet you," she grinned, extending her tiny hand, "Is it hard being a student here?"
"Once the doctors warm up to you it's fine," Michael assured her, "Should we go find a patient?"
"Okay!"
"This way."
Gallant led her to the admit desk where they grabbed a chart and were on their way. Watching them was Carter. It seemed so strange to him that Lucy and Briana were almost exactly alike, although Briana was younger. Even though Carter had repressed that memory as far as it would go, all he could remember of Lucy was after Paul Sobriki stabbed her. She looked so helpless and all he could do was look at her.
Shaking his head, Carter turned and went back to work, greeting all the new students.
Elizabeth Corday stepped into the woman's locker room and glared at herself in the mirror. It had been a few months since Mark's death and Romano had felt she wasn't ready to perform surgery. Until today, that is.
She tugged at her wedding band. Should she keep it on or off? Elizabeth was a widow now, in fact, she had come to terms with it. The brain tumor was long gone and soon Mark would nothing more than a distant memory. But for the time being, she had to deal with his departure.
Taking a deep breath, she walked out and entered the scrub room and started running the water. It felt warm on her rough hands. Gently scrubbing, she made little circles with the bubbles. Before she knew it, she was laughing at herself.
"Lizzie! Glad to see you're up to surgery. How does it feel to be back in the arena?" Robert Romano asked as he too began to scrub in.
"I'm fine. In fact, things are looking great. What do I have?"
"I saved you a hot appy."
"You're ever so gracious, Robert. Ever so gracious," she smiled and went back to scrubbing.
Maybe she would be okay.