Okay, I'm just rolling out the chapters, huh? This might be the last
chapter for awhile, I'm not sure what to do with this after this
chapter. So, enjoy it!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING (major bummer), So don't sue me! I'm
just borrowing a few characters for awhile.
Author's Note: I'm SO sorry about the last chapter (Chapter 4). I don't
know what compelled me to write that. I swear it's the chemotherapy, I
swear...
Chapter 5 _______________________________________________
Elizabeth was exhausted. She had finally left Robert's room after he
fell asleep. The poor guy was exhausted. It had been a difficult
recovery, that's for sure. Not only was HE exhausted, but she was as
well. She sat, slumped in her chair at her desk in her office, holding
her head, that threatened a headache. She was exhausted and had so
many things running around her head. Robert's problems that he had just
dumped onto her had become somewhat of a burden, an unwelcome one at
that. She was sick of visiting him and hearing about his problems. She
didn't need any of that. If Robert wanted somebody to care, he could
atleast ask instead of dragging her into it. An idea popped into her
head. She flipped through the index cards and picked up the phone. She
dialed the number quickly hoping that he would be around. She heard the
person on the other line say, "Chicago Mental Institution." "Yes, I'd
like to talk to Dr. Adams, please. This is Dr. Corday over at Cook
County General Hospital." "I'll patch you through to Dr. Adams. Wait
one moment." The receptionist said. Elizabeth grinned. Finally she
could get Robert out of her hair.......
________________________________________________
Susan Lewis ran up the stairs, making it up to the "psychiatric ward
floor". She was on a mission. She felt guilty that Robert had actually
attempted suicide, so she decided to risk all of her courage and
bravery and actually go visit him. She didn't know him very well, but
what she knew of him she didn't like a whole lot. He seemed to use his
authority position an awful lot, and lots of people feared the days
where he would appear in the ER, his voice booming and yelling at
people. But now, she felt guilty that he had actually been driven over
the edge that far. She looked up and found Room 401A, Robert's room.
Without knocking, she tiptoed in. She looked at his bed to see him
sleeping. "That figures" she thought to herself. He looked exhausted.
His eyes were puffy, his skin pale almost matching the white bed sheets.
His lunch was left untouched and the room looked to be in a disarray.
She took a pen out of her lab coat and a slip of paper. She leaned over
and wrote a quick note before turning out the door and going back down
to the ER:
Robert,
Sorry I missed you. Thought I'd stop in quick to see how you were. Hope
your feeling better. I'll stop by later if that's okay. Page me if you
need anything.
Susan
________________________________________________
Robert woke with a startle. He had been having the same nightmares over
and over again. The same "car crash" scenario, where he'd wake up
completely drenched in sweat, afraid that it was happening all over
again. As he woke, the note laying on his bed fluttered to the ground.
He got out of bed and picked the note up and read it. It was from Susan
Lewis, down in the ER. "That's strange." he thought to himself. He
didn't know Susan very well, but from what he had heard she was an
excellent doctor. "Pretty darn cute, too..." Robert thought to himself.
As he read the note over and over, the nurse stopped in his room. "Time
for your meds, Dr. Romano." she announced, handing him the meds to be
taken. "I also need your consent to be transferred, Dr. Romano." she
announced, looking at the floor, quite uncomfortably. "TRANSFER???" he
boomed. "WHERE???" he demanded. "Chicago Mental Institution". the nurse said, avoiding his glare. "What the hell? MENTAL INSTITUTION, like HELL!!!" he boomed. "What smart ass decided to put me there???" he yelled. "Elizabeth Corday". the nurse said plainly. "That bitch" Robert muttered under his breath. After he had trusted her with everything in his life, she turned right around and decided to put him into the loony bin. Yes, he had attempted suicide, but he was being treated for that at the hospital here, not in some "mental institution". That was bullshit. Like hell he would consent to being sent there. The nurse left the room after Robert finished taking his meds. Then his phone beside the bed rang. He picked up, finding it strange that someone would be calling him. "Hello?" he answered, quite annoyed. "Hello, Dr. Romano. This is Dr. Adams. I thought I'd talk to you. I heard from Dr. Corday that your having some guilt problems about your parent's accident from your childhood, and having some issues about being abused as a child. She felt it was best to have you put under the
care of the psychiatrists here at the Chicago Mental Institutuion." Dr.
Adams said. "I will NOT be put under the care of the doctors over there.
I am not having problems dealing with my guilt. I'm just fine right now.
And I refuse to ever subject myself to your bullshit." Robert said,
slamming the phone down. His next mission was to call down to the ER.
He punched the numbers into the phone. Then he hung up and picked it
back up again. He paged Dr. Corday. They were going to have a meeting.
________________________________________________
Susan Lewis was down in the ER, having just returned from visiting Dr.
Romano, if you could call it that. She was treating "Stan-the-Can", the
veteran patient. She gave him a new change of clothes and some food
stamps and sent him on his way. Just as she slumped into the chair at
the admit desk, he pager went off. "Dammit..." she thought. She had 5
minutes left in her shift and just now she was being paged. She looked
at the number and instantly recognized it. She was confused. She
couldn't believe that he had actually taken her offer seriously. The
number on her pager was Dr. Romano's number...She got up out of the
chair, and ran upstairs to his room.
________________________________________________
Elizabeth Corday walked around the corner, having been paged by Dr.
Romano. She honestly didn't have a clue why she was being paged. Sure,
she had recomended to Dr. Adams to put Dr. Romano into the hospital,
but surely he wouldn't actually try and talk to him about it. As she
rounded the corner, she bumped into Susan Lewis from the ER. "Hey
Elizabeth. What are you doing here?" Susan asked as they approached
Robert's room. "Robert paged me in. And what are you doing here?"
Elizabeth asked. "Oh, same here. He paged me up. Wonder what he wants." They both entered the room to see Robert fully dressed in street clothes. His bed was made and his stuff was packed. He was sitting on the bed waiting for the both of them, and he looked pissed. "Elizabeth, what a joy to have you. Sit down, and close the door. We wouldn't want people to hear me yelling at you." he said coldly to Elizabeth, his eyes shooting her daggers. "What on Earth are you talking about, Robert?" Elizabeth asked, shutting the door. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe a MENTAL INSTITUTION!!!" Robert yelled. Those two words hit Susan like a ton of bricks. Now it was starting to make sense. Lizzie was trying to put Robert into a mental hospital, and Robert had found out. But she still didn't know what that had to do with her. "Robert, really...I, let me explain. I thought you needed more help than what we here at County were providing you, and I...uh..." Lizzie stammered. "Shut the hell up, Elizabeth!" Robert boomed. "When I told you WHY I tried to commit suicide, I trusted you. Obviously that was bad
judgement on my part." Robert said. "I REFUSE to be transfered there." "You can REFUSE treatment, Robert. You need the signature of atleast one other doctor to refuse treatment at the mental institution." Elizabeth said, handing Robert the "refusal form". Robert signed it and handed it to Susan. Elizabeth dropped her jaw. Did Susan really think that Robert didn't need help? Both Lizzie and Robert looked at Susan, waiting for her to decide what to do. "What do I do?" Susan thought to herself, panicking. But then she looked into Robert's pleading eyes and came to her decision. "Robert does not AT ALL need to be transfered to a mental institution. He has recovered nicely here at County, and under my best medical opinion does he show ANY signs what-so-ever for meeting the criteria to be transferred there." Susan yelled at Elizabeth, her head held confidently. Damn, that felt to good, she thought to herself. Elizabeth stared at Susan as she signed the "refusal form". What a slap in the face, she thought. What a bitch. "Dr. Corday, I feel it is in my best opinion for me, as Chief of
Staff for you to be suspended temporarily until you can gain your
sanity back. You've obviously lost all taste of good judgement. Your
suspension begins now until further notice." Robert said, with the
slightest grin on his face. "You bastard." Elizabeth muttered before
stomping out of the room. That left Robert and Susan in his room
together. Susan blushed slightly. "Get a hold of yourself, it's just Dr.
Romano." She thought to herself. Robert motioned her to take a seat
next to him. She looked up at him, and saw him smiling, his warm,
chocolate eyes staring back into hers. "Thank you." he said in a soft
whisper. Susan nodded her head, being totally dumfounded. A shiver ran
down her spine. "What's coming over me?" she thought to herself. After
looking into his eyes for a moment, he leaned over, his velvety lips
touching hers, and then she..........
________________________________________________
Oh no! A cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!! aaaaggghhh!!! But, I had to do it sooner
or later, right??? Well, what did you think of this chapter? Better
than the last? Worse? Mediocre???? PLEASE
R AND R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS!!!!
chapter for awhile, I'm not sure what to do with this after this
chapter. So, enjoy it!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING (major bummer), So don't sue me! I'm
just borrowing a few characters for awhile.
Author's Note: I'm SO sorry about the last chapter (Chapter 4). I don't
know what compelled me to write that. I swear it's the chemotherapy, I
swear...
Chapter 5 _______________________________________________
Elizabeth was exhausted. She had finally left Robert's room after he
fell asleep. The poor guy was exhausted. It had been a difficult
recovery, that's for sure. Not only was HE exhausted, but she was as
well. She sat, slumped in her chair at her desk in her office, holding
her head, that threatened a headache. She was exhausted and had so
many things running around her head. Robert's problems that he had just
dumped onto her had become somewhat of a burden, an unwelcome one at
that. She was sick of visiting him and hearing about his problems. She
didn't need any of that. If Robert wanted somebody to care, he could
atleast ask instead of dragging her into it. An idea popped into her
head. She flipped through the index cards and picked up the phone. She
dialed the number quickly hoping that he would be around. She heard the
person on the other line say, "Chicago Mental Institution." "Yes, I'd
like to talk to Dr. Adams, please. This is Dr. Corday over at Cook
County General Hospital." "I'll patch you through to Dr. Adams. Wait
one moment." The receptionist said. Elizabeth grinned. Finally she
could get Robert out of her hair.......
________________________________________________
Susan Lewis ran up the stairs, making it up to the "psychiatric ward
floor". She was on a mission. She felt guilty that Robert had actually
attempted suicide, so she decided to risk all of her courage and
bravery and actually go visit him. She didn't know him very well, but
what she knew of him she didn't like a whole lot. He seemed to use his
authority position an awful lot, and lots of people feared the days
where he would appear in the ER, his voice booming and yelling at
people. But now, she felt guilty that he had actually been driven over
the edge that far. She looked up and found Room 401A, Robert's room.
Without knocking, she tiptoed in. She looked at his bed to see him
sleeping. "That figures" she thought to herself. He looked exhausted.
His eyes were puffy, his skin pale almost matching the white bed sheets.
His lunch was left untouched and the room looked to be in a disarray.
She took a pen out of her lab coat and a slip of paper. She leaned over
and wrote a quick note before turning out the door and going back down
to the ER:
Robert,
Sorry I missed you. Thought I'd stop in quick to see how you were. Hope
your feeling better. I'll stop by later if that's okay. Page me if you
need anything.
Susan
________________________________________________
Robert woke with a startle. He had been having the same nightmares over
and over again. The same "car crash" scenario, where he'd wake up
completely drenched in sweat, afraid that it was happening all over
again. As he woke, the note laying on his bed fluttered to the ground.
He got out of bed and picked the note up and read it. It was from Susan
Lewis, down in the ER. "That's strange." he thought to himself. He
didn't know Susan very well, but from what he had heard she was an
excellent doctor. "Pretty darn cute, too..." Robert thought to himself.
As he read the note over and over, the nurse stopped in his room. "Time
for your meds, Dr. Romano." she announced, handing him the meds to be
taken. "I also need your consent to be transferred, Dr. Romano." she
announced, looking at the floor, quite uncomfortably. "TRANSFER???" he
boomed. "WHERE???" he demanded. "Chicago Mental Institution". the nurse said, avoiding his glare. "What the hell? MENTAL INSTITUTION, like HELL!!!" he boomed. "What smart ass decided to put me there???" he yelled. "Elizabeth Corday". the nurse said plainly. "That bitch" Robert muttered under his breath. After he had trusted her with everything in his life, she turned right around and decided to put him into the loony bin. Yes, he had attempted suicide, but he was being treated for that at the hospital here, not in some "mental institution". That was bullshit. Like hell he would consent to being sent there. The nurse left the room after Robert finished taking his meds. Then his phone beside the bed rang. He picked up, finding it strange that someone would be calling him. "Hello?" he answered, quite annoyed. "Hello, Dr. Romano. This is Dr. Adams. I thought I'd talk to you. I heard from Dr. Corday that your having some guilt problems about your parent's accident from your childhood, and having some issues about being abused as a child. She felt it was best to have you put under the
care of the psychiatrists here at the Chicago Mental Institutuion." Dr.
Adams said. "I will NOT be put under the care of the doctors over there.
I am not having problems dealing with my guilt. I'm just fine right now.
And I refuse to ever subject myself to your bullshit." Robert said,
slamming the phone down. His next mission was to call down to the ER.
He punched the numbers into the phone. Then he hung up and picked it
back up again. He paged Dr. Corday. They were going to have a meeting.
________________________________________________
Susan Lewis was down in the ER, having just returned from visiting Dr.
Romano, if you could call it that. She was treating "Stan-the-Can", the
veteran patient. She gave him a new change of clothes and some food
stamps and sent him on his way. Just as she slumped into the chair at
the admit desk, he pager went off. "Dammit..." she thought. She had 5
minutes left in her shift and just now she was being paged. She looked
at the number and instantly recognized it. She was confused. She
couldn't believe that he had actually taken her offer seriously. The
number on her pager was Dr. Romano's number...She got up out of the
chair, and ran upstairs to his room.
________________________________________________
Elizabeth Corday walked around the corner, having been paged by Dr.
Romano. She honestly didn't have a clue why she was being paged. Sure,
she had recomended to Dr. Adams to put Dr. Romano into the hospital,
but surely he wouldn't actually try and talk to him about it. As she
rounded the corner, she bumped into Susan Lewis from the ER. "Hey
Elizabeth. What are you doing here?" Susan asked as they approached
Robert's room. "Robert paged me in. And what are you doing here?"
Elizabeth asked. "Oh, same here. He paged me up. Wonder what he wants." They both entered the room to see Robert fully dressed in street clothes. His bed was made and his stuff was packed. He was sitting on the bed waiting for the both of them, and he looked pissed. "Elizabeth, what a joy to have you. Sit down, and close the door. We wouldn't want people to hear me yelling at you." he said coldly to Elizabeth, his eyes shooting her daggers. "What on Earth are you talking about, Robert?" Elizabeth asked, shutting the door. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe a MENTAL INSTITUTION!!!" Robert yelled. Those two words hit Susan like a ton of bricks. Now it was starting to make sense. Lizzie was trying to put Robert into a mental hospital, and Robert had found out. But she still didn't know what that had to do with her. "Robert, really...I, let me explain. I thought you needed more help than what we here at County were providing you, and I...uh..." Lizzie stammered. "Shut the hell up, Elizabeth!" Robert boomed. "When I told you WHY I tried to commit suicide, I trusted you. Obviously that was bad
judgement on my part." Robert said. "I REFUSE to be transfered there." "You can REFUSE treatment, Robert. You need the signature of atleast one other doctor to refuse treatment at the mental institution." Elizabeth said, handing Robert the "refusal form". Robert signed it and handed it to Susan. Elizabeth dropped her jaw. Did Susan really think that Robert didn't need help? Both Lizzie and Robert looked at Susan, waiting for her to decide what to do. "What do I do?" Susan thought to herself, panicking. But then she looked into Robert's pleading eyes and came to her decision. "Robert does not AT ALL need to be transfered to a mental institution. He has recovered nicely here at County, and under my best medical opinion does he show ANY signs what-so-ever for meeting the criteria to be transferred there." Susan yelled at Elizabeth, her head held confidently. Damn, that felt to good, she thought to herself. Elizabeth stared at Susan as she signed the "refusal form". What a slap in the face, she thought. What a bitch. "Dr. Corday, I feel it is in my best opinion for me, as Chief of
Staff for you to be suspended temporarily until you can gain your
sanity back. You've obviously lost all taste of good judgement. Your
suspension begins now until further notice." Robert said, with the
slightest grin on his face. "You bastard." Elizabeth muttered before
stomping out of the room. That left Robert and Susan in his room
together. Susan blushed slightly. "Get a hold of yourself, it's just Dr.
Romano." She thought to herself. Robert motioned her to take a seat
next to him. She looked up at him, and saw him smiling, his warm,
chocolate eyes staring back into hers. "Thank you." he said in a soft
whisper. Susan nodded her head, being totally dumfounded. A shiver ran
down her spine. "What's coming over me?" she thought to herself. After
looking into his eyes for a moment, he leaned over, his velvety lips
touching hers, and then she..........
________________________________________________
Oh no! A cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!! aaaaggghhh!!! But, I had to do it sooner
or later, right??? Well, what did you think of this chapter? Better
than the last? Worse? Mediocre???? PLEASE
R AND R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS!!!!