Threw Me for a Loop
Good for the Kids
Kim Legaspi glanced around her. The ER hadn't changed a bit since she had left. Everything was the same, with the exception of new and missing faces. She walked straight to Kerry's office, gripping on to a handful of papers tightly. Bay View Hospital, the new one she worked at, needed a new Chief of Staff, and Dr. Kerry Weaver was the one they wanted.
Knocking gently on the door, she saw Kerry through the window, working hard as usual. Seeing that she didn't notice the knock, Kim let herself in.
"Kerry…" she murmured.
Dr. Weaver's head snapped up in shock, "Kim, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. The hospital I work at needs a Chief of Staff and I recommended you."
"Where is it?"
"Bay View Hospital in Maryland. It's quiet, and they need someone like you to take over. I'm already the Chief of Psychiatrics. You'd be great for the job."
"I don't know what to say."
"Dr. Romano isn't going to step down anytime soon. Please, you'll love it there."
"Can I think about it? This is a lot to handle right now."
"Sure. Take all the time you need. And, since I'm here, would you like to come to lunch with me? I need some company."
"I'd love to. But, why me?"
"You're great company…"
"No, I meant for the Chief of Staff job."
"You're a natural leader. From what they tell me, you really turned this place around."
"Thanks," she blushed unexpectedly, "What time do you want to go?"
"Now is fine."
"Okay."
Luka had never expected himself to make an appearance at Charlie's. Many of Chicago's British residents came there to relax, as Elizabeth did. It had been awhile since she had been out and Luka thought she needed the time away. So they arranged to have Ella stay with a friend and they went to Charlie's.
"So, is this what you always do here?" he asked as she hurled a dart towards the board.
"Of course. Everyone plays darts here. I beat Peter Benton a few years ago playing."
"I see. You could probably beat me."
"I could with my eyes closed."
"Oh yeah? Try it."
Smiling, she turned her back to the board and placed a hand over her eyes. With one quick motion of her wrist, she threw the dart at the board. To her delight, she turned around and saw it landed only an inch away from bull's eyes.
"Told you," she laughed.
The cafeteria was not the ideal place for a job interview in Susan's mind, but it was better than at the roach coach. If she had her way, though, she would've had an office. At least it would impress this Tom Powers.
While she filed through papers, a tall man with sky blue eyes and neatly combed brown hair approached her.
"Are you Susan Lewis?" he questioned in a deep voice.
"Yes, I am. You must be Tom Parks, right?"
"Yeah, I wasn't sure if I was going to find you."
"And I wasn't sure if you we're going to show up. Sit down, do you want some coffee?"
"No thanks. I'm still a little buzzed out from a trauma."
"You get that too? I hate how drained I feel after a trauma."
"I know. So, why do you want me for a pedes attending?"
"Judging by your record at Northwestern, I'm surprised you're not an attending there. You're an excellent doctor, how rarely breaks rules but is willing to take risks. You're sounding better than the last two attendings we've had."
"What were the other two like?"
"I barely knew the last one we had, but from what I do know, she didn't have any emotions. And Doug Ross, the one before her, moved to Seattle after some fiasco involving euthanasia. We were pretty close before I left."
"But you're back."
"Long story. Since you're hired, maybe I'll tell you sometime."
"Wow, usually I get drilled first."
"Well, I really don't see a reason to drain you. You were just in a trauma."
"Great, when do I start, Dr. Lewis?"
"Please, call me Susan. And you can start as soon as you pack your bags at Northwestern."
He stood up and extended his hand, "I can't wait to work with you, Susan."
"You too, Tom," she answered, shaking his hand, "I can't wait either."
Good for the Kids
Kim Legaspi glanced around her. The ER hadn't changed a bit since she had left. Everything was the same, with the exception of new and missing faces. She walked straight to Kerry's office, gripping on to a handful of papers tightly. Bay View Hospital, the new one she worked at, needed a new Chief of Staff, and Dr. Kerry Weaver was the one they wanted.
Knocking gently on the door, she saw Kerry through the window, working hard as usual. Seeing that she didn't notice the knock, Kim let herself in.
"Kerry…" she murmured.
Dr. Weaver's head snapped up in shock, "Kim, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. The hospital I work at needs a Chief of Staff and I recommended you."
"Where is it?"
"Bay View Hospital in Maryland. It's quiet, and they need someone like you to take over. I'm already the Chief of Psychiatrics. You'd be great for the job."
"I don't know what to say."
"Dr. Romano isn't going to step down anytime soon. Please, you'll love it there."
"Can I think about it? This is a lot to handle right now."
"Sure. Take all the time you need. And, since I'm here, would you like to come to lunch with me? I need some company."
"I'd love to. But, why me?"
"You're great company…"
"No, I meant for the Chief of Staff job."
"You're a natural leader. From what they tell me, you really turned this place around."
"Thanks," she blushed unexpectedly, "What time do you want to go?"
"Now is fine."
"Okay."
Luka had never expected himself to make an appearance at Charlie's. Many of Chicago's British residents came there to relax, as Elizabeth did. It had been awhile since she had been out and Luka thought she needed the time away. So they arranged to have Ella stay with a friend and they went to Charlie's.
"So, is this what you always do here?" he asked as she hurled a dart towards the board.
"Of course. Everyone plays darts here. I beat Peter Benton a few years ago playing."
"I see. You could probably beat me."
"I could with my eyes closed."
"Oh yeah? Try it."
Smiling, she turned her back to the board and placed a hand over her eyes. With one quick motion of her wrist, she threw the dart at the board. To her delight, she turned around and saw it landed only an inch away from bull's eyes.
"Told you," she laughed.
The cafeteria was not the ideal place for a job interview in Susan's mind, but it was better than at the roach coach. If she had her way, though, she would've had an office. At least it would impress this Tom Powers.
While she filed through papers, a tall man with sky blue eyes and neatly combed brown hair approached her.
"Are you Susan Lewis?" he questioned in a deep voice.
"Yes, I am. You must be Tom Parks, right?"
"Yeah, I wasn't sure if I was going to find you."
"And I wasn't sure if you we're going to show up. Sit down, do you want some coffee?"
"No thanks. I'm still a little buzzed out from a trauma."
"You get that too? I hate how drained I feel after a trauma."
"I know. So, why do you want me for a pedes attending?"
"Judging by your record at Northwestern, I'm surprised you're not an attending there. You're an excellent doctor, how rarely breaks rules but is willing to take risks. You're sounding better than the last two attendings we've had."
"What were the other two like?"
"I barely knew the last one we had, but from what I do know, she didn't have any emotions. And Doug Ross, the one before her, moved to Seattle after some fiasco involving euthanasia. We were pretty close before I left."
"But you're back."
"Long story. Since you're hired, maybe I'll tell you sometime."
"Wow, usually I get drilled first."
"Well, I really don't see a reason to drain you. You were just in a trauma."
"Great, when do I start, Dr. Lewis?"
"Please, call me Susan. And you can start as soon as you pack your bags at Northwestern."
He stood up and extended his hand, "I can't wait to work with you, Susan."
"You too, Tom," she answered, shaking his hand, "I can't wait either."