Threw Me for a Loop
Knight Light
(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!)
Briana quickly looked around her. Nobody was in sight. Before breathing a sigh of relief, she dove into her medical books. Dr. Carter expected her to know how to insert an IV and if he came back within the next five seconds, she would die.
"Briana!"
She cringed. "Coming Dr. Carter!"
Briana stood up right as John pulled open the curtain. "Reading up on how to insert an IV, huh? Come here, I'll show you."
He quickly and painlessly pushed in the needle while Briana watched in amazement. It was ironic to him how laid back he was. Carter felt this was almost his second chance with Lucy, as if he was doing everything all over again.
"Try practicing on the patients in the clinic. You'll get the hang of it, don't worry," he smiled genuinely.
"Thanks Dr. Carter."
Cook County General was a tiny hospital compared to her usual standards. Not only was the building smaller, but also it only had a trillionth of the prestige that Johns Hopkins had. Sometimes she wondered if leaving was the right idea.
"Here goes nothing," she murmured and entered the crowded ER. Cranky people dove at her feet, beginning for help just from the sight of her starch, white lab coat. At the admit desk, a larger man yelled for Dr. Weaver and told yet another crying patient to go sit at the chairs.
"Hi, I'm Elaine Marshway. Am I in the right department?"
Jerry looked up in surprise, "Oh! Dr. Marshway! Yeah, you're in the right ER. Just grab a chart and get to work. We're short staffed today."
" What ever you say. Ms. Fields? Ms. Fields?"
A downtrodden forty-ish looking woman came up to her, "Is it my turn?"
"Sure is Ms. Fields. Right this way."
As Elaine was leading the woman away, Kerry Weaver came bounding towards them.
"Elaine! Elaine Marshway!" she hollered.
"Just a second, ma'am," Dr. Marshway answered and turned to Kerry, "I take it you're Kerry Weaver?"
"I am. It's nice to have someone with prestige in my ER."
"Well, it was either this or taking a break."
"From your studies? That's nonsense!"
"Well, the more I study the less of a personal life I have. I'm only thirty three, Dr. Weaver. I'd like to live some."
"Of course, of course. What will you write about here? Different uses for sternal saws? Pain medication? Experimental procedures?"
"None of the above. I just want to be a doctor. Not some prodigy."
"I see. I see."
As Elaine and Kerry were talking, Briana carefully took a tray of urine samples. She was told to take them to the lab, but she decided to see if Jerry had any other things for the lab as well.
Just as she was about to walk by Elaine and Kerry, Ms. Fields sat down in the middle of the floor and Briana didn't see her. Her tray flew through the air and landed at Elaine's feet as Briana fell to the ground.
"Briana!" barked Kerry, "Look what you've done! This is Elaine Marshway for goodness sake!"
"Kerry, Kerry," Elaine smiled, "Can I call you Kerry? It's okay. Here, Briana, I'll help you clean up."
"Thank you Dr. Marshway," she replied, smiling weakly from the floor.
Kerry watched dumbfounded as Elaine helped Briana as if she was some normal person. She didn't need to be cleaning up patients urine like she was an intern. This was the world renowned Elaine Marshway! She didn't need this at all.
Taking once last look at what she thought was an atrocious sight, Kerry turned and huffed away.
"What's her problem?" Dr. Marshway asked Lucy's sister.
"Work here and you'll find out."
"So, Dr. Lewis, do you know why you're here?" Dr. Robert "Rocket" Romano grinned as he paced in his office.
"Not a clue. Does it have to do with Kerry Weaver?" Susan responded nervously.
"Nope. Since you wanted more responsibility, I've decided to have you help me search for a new pedes attending. You were close with Doug Ross, weren't you?"
" A little. We weren't hostile or anything."
"Good enough for me. Can you name anybody good enough off the top of your head?"
" Sorry. The attending in Phoenix just retired, Doug is in Seattle and there's no way of bringing back around Weaver, and I don't know anybody else."
" Then help me interview people," he offered, picking up a large manila folder, "Dr. Roxanne Wilbur. Just graduated from Cornell with honors. Not a bad choice if I say so myself."
"Did anybody else apply?"
"A Tom Powers did. He works at Northwestern. He's good, but not as good at Roxy Wilbur."
" You've heard of her?"
"I've heard of everyone who can graduate from Cornell with honors. She has to be good."
" Then let's hire her."
"First we have to have an interview," he opened his door and yelled out to his secretary, "Send in Dr. Wilbur!"
"Right away Dr. Romano."
Within minutes, an Amazon of a woman walked in. Her long blonde hair made her even more exotic, much like her brick red lips. Ice blue corneas peered through her narrow eyes.
"Dr. Romano, it's very nice to put a face to a name. I'm Roxanne Wilbur. You can call me Roxy."
"Hello, Roxy, I'm Susan Lewis. I'm one of the attendings in the ER. It's nice to meet you."
" Nice to meet you, too Susan. Listen, I have other interviews, so if we could make this quick, I'd gladly appreciate it."
"Don't worry, Roxy," Rocket smiled debonairly, "We just wanted to tell you that we want to hire you."
"That's wonderful, in fact, I'll take the job. I hate half the people at Northwestern anyway. Thank you."
"Glad to have you on our staff. Susan, would you show Roxy around the ER?"
"Sure Dr. Romano. Come on."
Susan groaned at the sight of Roxy. Romano had been undressing her with his eyes the entire time-the only reason she got the job. The interview had been unnecessary and time wasting. But she was the new pedes attending and she had to work with her.
The elevator reached the bottom floor and the two women stepped out, "Over there is trauma one. You'll be doing most of your work in there…"
Knight Light
(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!)
Briana quickly looked around her. Nobody was in sight. Before breathing a sigh of relief, she dove into her medical books. Dr. Carter expected her to know how to insert an IV and if he came back within the next five seconds, she would die.
"Briana!"
She cringed. "Coming Dr. Carter!"
Briana stood up right as John pulled open the curtain. "Reading up on how to insert an IV, huh? Come here, I'll show you."
He quickly and painlessly pushed in the needle while Briana watched in amazement. It was ironic to him how laid back he was. Carter felt this was almost his second chance with Lucy, as if he was doing everything all over again.
"Try practicing on the patients in the clinic. You'll get the hang of it, don't worry," he smiled genuinely.
"Thanks Dr. Carter."
Cook County General was a tiny hospital compared to her usual standards. Not only was the building smaller, but also it only had a trillionth of the prestige that Johns Hopkins had. Sometimes she wondered if leaving was the right idea.
"Here goes nothing," she murmured and entered the crowded ER. Cranky people dove at her feet, beginning for help just from the sight of her starch, white lab coat. At the admit desk, a larger man yelled for Dr. Weaver and told yet another crying patient to go sit at the chairs.
"Hi, I'm Elaine Marshway. Am I in the right department?"
Jerry looked up in surprise, "Oh! Dr. Marshway! Yeah, you're in the right ER. Just grab a chart and get to work. We're short staffed today."
" What ever you say. Ms. Fields? Ms. Fields?"
A downtrodden forty-ish looking woman came up to her, "Is it my turn?"
"Sure is Ms. Fields. Right this way."
As Elaine was leading the woman away, Kerry Weaver came bounding towards them.
"Elaine! Elaine Marshway!" she hollered.
"Just a second, ma'am," Dr. Marshway answered and turned to Kerry, "I take it you're Kerry Weaver?"
"I am. It's nice to have someone with prestige in my ER."
"Well, it was either this or taking a break."
"From your studies? That's nonsense!"
"Well, the more I study the less of a personal life I have. I'm only thirty three, Dr. Weaver. I'd like to live some."
"Of course, of course. What will you write about here? Different uses for sternal saws? Pain medication? Experimental procedures?"
"None of the above. I just want to be a doctor. Not some prodigy."
"I see. I see."
As Elaine and Kerry were talking, Briana carefully took a tray of urine samples. She was told to take them to the lab, but she decided to see if Jerry had any other things for the lab as well.
Just as she was about to walk by Elaine and Kerry, Ms. Fields sat down in the middle of the floor and Briana didn't see her. Her tray flew through the air and landed at Elaine's feet as Briana fell to the ground.
"Briana!" barked Kerry, "Look what you've done! This is Elaine Marshway for goodness sake!"
"Kerry, Kerry," Elaine smiled, "Can I call you Kerry? It's okay. Here, Briana, I'll help you clean up."
"Thank you Dr. Marshway," she replied, smiling weakly from the floor.
Kerry watched dumbfounded as Elaine helped Briana as if she was some normal person. She didn't need to be cleaning up patients urine like she was an intern. This was the world renowned Elaine Marshway! She didn't need this at all.
Taking once last look at what she thought was an atrocious sight, Kerry turned and huffed away.
"What's her problem?" Dr. Marshway asked Lucy's sister.
"Work here and you'll find out."
"So, Dr. Lewis, do you know why you're here?" Dr. Robert "Rocket" Romano grinned as he paced in his office.
"Not a clue. Does it have to do with Kerry Weaver?" Susan responded nervously.
"Nope. Since you wanted more responsibility, I've decided to have you help me search for a new pedes attending. You were close with Doug Ross, weren't you?"
" A little. We weren't hostile or anything."
"Good enough for me. Can you name anybody good enough off the top of your head?"
" Sorry. The attending in Phoenix just retired, Doug is in Seattle and there's no way of bringing back around Weaver, and I don't know anybody else."
" Then help me interview people," he offered, picking up a large manila folder, "Dr. Roxanne Wilbur. Just graduated from Cornell with honors. Not a bad choice if I say so myself."
"Did anybody else apply?"
"A Tom Powers did. He works at Northwestern. He's good, but not as good at Roxy Wilbur."
" You've heard of her?"
"I've heard of everyone who can graduate from Cornell with honors. She has to be good."
" Then let's hire her."
"First we have to have an interview," he opened his door and yelled out to his secretary, "Send in Dr. Wilbur!"
"Right away Dr. Romano."
Within minutes, an Amazon of a woman walked in. Her long blonde hair made her even more exotic, much like her brick red lips. Ice blue corneas peered through her narrow eyes.
"Dr. Romano, it's very nice to put a face to a name. I'm Roxanne Wilbur. You can call me Roxy."
"Hello, Roxy, I'm Susan Lewis. I'm one of the attendings in the ER. It's nice to meet you."
" Nice to meet you, too Susan. Listen, I have other interviews, so if we could make this quick, I'd gladly appreciate it."
"Don't worry, Roxy," Rocket smiled debonairly, "We just wanted to tell you that we want to hire you."
"That's wonderful, in fact, I'll take the job. I hate half the people at Northwestern anyway. Thank you."
"Glad to have you on our staff. Susan, would you show Roxy around the ER?"
"Sure Dr. Romano. Come on."
Susan groaned at the sight of Roxy. Romano had been undressing her with his eyes the entire time-the only reason she got the job. The interview had been unnecessary and time wasting. But she was the new pedes attending and she had to work with her.
The elevator reached the bottom floor and the two women stepped out, "Over there is trauma one. You'll be doing most of your work in there…"