Note: I just wanted to thank everyone who reads this and supports me. All your kind reviews really brighten my day. I may write for my own enjoyment and myself, but it's always wonderful to hear that other people enjoy it as well. I have a lot of surprises in store for the "years" to come for the Malucci family so stick with it hehehe.
June 28th, 2003
It was one hundred degrees out. Hot days like this always brought the worse people into the ER. It wasn't helping that the air conditioner stopped working every ten minutes. Dave ran his hand across his brow. Even when the AC was working for awhile, it only made it about ninety degrees in here.
"I need a break." Dave announced as he walked up to the admit desk.
"You're not getting one." Kerry said as she handed him a chart, "Get to work."
"I've been doing this for nine hours without a break, Chief." He said, "I need a small one." Kerry shook her head.
"When the patients start to dwindle you can." Dave gritted his teeth. Doctors and patients were moving all about the ER. It was packed and everyone was cranky. He did not want to be here. Dave looked at his chart.
"Donald Michaels?" He called out. A man stood up.
"I have been here for two hours. When can I get looked at and go home??" He growled.
"Are you Donald Michaels?" Dave asked.
"No. Alex Davis." He said.
"Then sit down and wait until you are called on. We're backed up as you can see and you're patience is greatly appreciated." Dave said calmly, "Donald Michaels?" A little old man shuffled over to him.
"I need a doctor now." Alex growled.
"Mr. Michaels, how may I help you?" Dave asked.
"I have really bad hemorrhoids." He said Dave sighed deeply.
"All right. We'll get those taken care of." He led the old man into a room. "All right. If you could change into this gown and lay on your stomach, I will be able to examine you." Donald nodded and took the gown. Dave turned his back. He hated cases like these. He wanted a trauma. He wanted to get his hand bloody. He wanted to do some real good instead of treating a bad case of hemorrhoids.
"All right, Doctor." Dave turned around to see a nasty case of hemorrhoids. He groaned and looked at Chuny.
"Let's get some cream on those and…Yeah, I'll be right back." Dave backed out of the room and sighed. Gross. He walked pass the chairs in time to see Alex fall to the ground in a seizure. "Shit" Dave ran to his side and tried to hold him. He wasn't sure if he hit his head or not.
"What happened?" Abby ran over with a gurney.
"A seizure." He growled, "No one had seen him yet?"
"I don't even think he has a chart." She said. Dave grabbed the man's wallet and searched through it.
"He's diabetic." Dave said as the man started to come to. "Alex, can you hear me?"
"What happened?" He groaned as he tried to sit up. Dave helped him onto the gurney.
"You had a seizure. Did you take your insulin today?" Dave asked. Alex sat there.
"I think I forgot." He said. Dave sighed.
"Can you tell me who the president is?" Dave asked checking his eyes.
"Bush." Alex said.
"Which one?" Dave asked, "Go get him some juice, Abby."
"George W." He said.
"How does your head feel? Did you hurt it?" Dave asked. Alex shook his head.
"It's fine." He mumbled.
"Okay. I want you to lay back and relax." He said, "You need to remember to take your insulin."
"My wife was out of town. She usually reminds me." He said.
"You could die if you forget, Alex." Dave said, "Put post-its on your forehead if it'll help you remember next time, okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Alex mumbled. Dave sighed running his hand through his hair.
July 12th, 2003
Randi sat down at the computer. She couldn't sleep. Dave was at work and the girls were actually sound asleep. She turned on her yahoo messenger to see if any of her friends were on. She was surprised to see Dave on.
SexyMomma69: What the heck are you doing on?
DoctorLove: LOL. Hey Darling. It's pretty dead here.
SexyMomma69: Weaver let you online?
DoctorLove: What she doesn't know won't kill her.
SexyMomma69: I see.
DoctorLove: Why are you up at 3 am?
SexyMomma69: I hate sleeping alone. I want your arms around me.
DoctorLove: I will be home in three hours.
SexyMomma69: sigh, come home now.
DoctorLove: I don't think I can, Baby. It may be dead here, but I still need to be here.
SexyMomma69: I know. Being a doctor's wife is hard sometimes.
DoctorLove: Being a husband of a new storeowner is hard sometimes.
SexyMomma69: Ha! Ha! Funny.
DoctorLove: I'm a funny kind of guy. Chuny says hi.
SexyMomma69: HI CHUNY!!!!!!!!1
SexyMomma69: Tell them I don't miss the ER one bit.
DoctorLove: Oh they know that.
DoctorLove: Chuny said she'll come to the shop and max out her card.
SexyMomma69: Good Girl.
DoctorLove: I need to go. Trauma just came in.
SexyMomma69: Go then! I'll see you home soon!
Randi sighed and sat back in her seat. She couldn't help but to chuckled. Kerry would pitch a fit if she saw Dave online. She pulled out a folder from her desk. It was filled with the bill for her sign and pictures of it. She smiled softly at the blue and purple lit up sign. It was absolutely awesome. It would fit her shop perfectly and it should arrive in a couple of weeks. Randi was planning on an August 9th opening. She had sent some clothes orders to the factory she was partnering with and they should be here in a couple weeks also.
She pulled up her tired body and went to the kitchen. She hoped some warm milk would help her sleep. Randi grabbed a glass and poured some milk into it. She wondered if this really worked. She never tried warm milk.
"How long…. Forty seconds? Sixty?" Randi bit her lip and turned the microwave on for sixty seconds. She leaned back and yawned. It was three thirty and the girls would be up in four hours. She really needed some sleep. The microwave dinged. She grabbed the glass and smelt it. "Smells like warm milk." She chuckled and took a sip. She wrinkled her nose. As soon as she took another sip, the sounds of an awake baby filled the house.
"Christ, Lyric." Randi groaned. She walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Lyric's cries got louder. She walked into the nursery and put the warm milk on Lyric's dresser. "Lyr, hush hush." She scooped up her daughter.
"Why are you screaming like that?" She sat down in the rocking chair. "Did my baby have a bad dream? Well, Mommy can't sleep so you're not bugging me." Randi clothes her eyes as she started to breastfeed Lyric. Sometimes this was so relaxing. Just her and her daughter relaxing. She enjoyed the nighttime feedings a lot more than the daytime ones because Ireland wasn't climbing on her as well.
"I love you, Lyric." Randi mumbled as sleep started to over take her. Her arms tightened around Lyric.
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Dave quietly closed the door behind him as he walked into the house. Dixie looked up from her bed and wagged her tail.
"Go back to sleep." He whispered walking up the stairs. Dave glanced into Ireland's nursery. He smiled softly and walked into Lyric's nursery to find Randi sound asleep in the rocking chair with Lyric in her arms. Dave tip toed over to the chair and gently took the sleeping baby from his wife's arms. He put the baby back in her crib and walked back over to his wife. "Randi." he gently shook her. She jumped.
"Lyric." She groaned.
"I put her in her crib." He smiled, "Come on. Let me get you to bed." Randi nodded slowly.
"K." She mumbled. Dave chuckled as he helped Randi into the bed.
"Goodnight, Sweetie." Dave said.
"Ah huh." Randi mumbled falling asleep again.