A/N- I told you I would update soon! I like this chapter. By the way, I didn't mean it to sound as if Abby and Anderson were going to date. She is so going to marry Carter! I wouldn't have it any other way!
Disclaimer: Do I look like Michael Crichton?
Last time on ER......
" When did that happen?" asked Luka referring to Abby's engagement ring
" Oh,um, this," she said self-contiously holding her hand " last night." answered Abby
" I'm not drinking anymore! Rhyann won't deal with me if I do!" exclaimed Anderson
" It's your loss!" said his friend
" What do we got?" asked Carter to the EMT
" Anderson Phillips, 19 year-old. He was the drunk guy!"
*~*~*~*~*~* On with the show...
Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. The faint sound of the ventilator echoed in the room. He'd gotten drunk. Dangerously drunk.
Abby came in to the room to check his vitals and almost left, but then saw his eyelashes flutter.
" You're awake I see. Do you know where you are Anderson?"
He tried to talk but realized he couldn't and rubbed his throat.
" It's a tube. The doctor can take you off of it if you want." he nodded
" Alright," she leaned out the door " Carter! He's awake."
" Well, you alright," he nodded again as Carter came in the door " alright, when I tell you to take a big breathe and blow out as hard as you can. OK, 1..2..3!" He began to cough and rub his throat
" Am I at the hospital!" he exclaimed
" Yeah. I'm Dr. Carter and this is Abby Lockhart. She's a nurse. You had alcohol poisoning,and we had to pump your stomach and we had to put a tube down your throat to help you breath. You fainted on the way in the ambulance."
" Woah! Wait a minute! How did the ambulance find me?"
" Well, the bar tender called and they brought you to the ER." explained Carter
" If you need anything we'll be here for you!" she replied
" You wouldn't happened to have a couple a fentynel would you?"
" This is a hospital after all, but we're not giving you pain medication!" exclaimed Abby
" Remember the last time we revoked pain pills Abby?"
" Oh right, you don't have a gun do you?" she replied
" What?!" he exclaimed surprised
" He's safe."
" Well, I have patients. I'll see you later." he took his stethescope and wrapped it around his neck and walked out
" You like him." Anderson finally spat out
" What! That doesn't have anything to do with it."
" Yes it does. I saw you looking at him."
" Well, it is none of your business, but uh we're getting married."
" Hense the rock on your finger."
" You noticed! Wait, that was a very girly thing to say?"
" I try."
" Funny. You have a girlfriend?"
" Well, it is none of your business, but I did."
" Ha-Ha-Ha. Did? What happened?"
" We got into a fight. She needed "proof" that I had stopped drinking. She's the reason why I went to that bar and ended up here. I keep trying to tell her that I have it under control. That I don't need a savior. I don't need a 'holier than thou' girlfriend who worries about me all the time!"
" My God, she sounds just like him." she muttered to herself
" What?"
" Nothing." she said flatly
" I heard what you said."
" Oh really! What exactly did I say."
" Dr. Carter's overbearing isn't he."
" No, I love him. It's just we go round and round about this one thing. I told him I stopped. When Mark died was the last time I even went near alcohol. He knew I bought that bottle of wine the other night. It took me hours to pour one glass! One glass!"
" You're an alcoholic." he said softly
" Yeah, I am and so are you."
" True and we both have overbearing significant others."
" John isn't overbearing. He just cares about me."
" John is it. I like that. Dr. John Carter."
" What's her name?"
" Rhyann. Rhyann Davis."
" Really? That's pretty."
" Yeah. So is she, but she dumped me and I ended up in a bar like always. It's the same routine."
" You know I could get you into AA. I have connections you know!" she laughed slightly
" You'd do that for me?"
" Yeah. Yeah Anderson, I would." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope you like that chapter. It's kinda a filler to break the ice between them. PLZ review!
Disclaimer: Do I look like Michael Crichton?
Last time on ER......
" When did that happen?" asked Luka referring to Abby's engagement ring
" Oh,um, this," she said self-contiously holding her hand " last night." answered Abby
" I'm not drinking anymore! Rhyann won't deal with me if I do!" exclaimed Anderson
" It's your loss!" said his friend
" What do we got?" asked Carter to the EMT
" Anderson Phillips, 19 year-old. He was the drunk guy!"
*~*~*~*~*~* On with the show...
Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. The faint sound of the ventilator echoed in the room. He'd gotten drunk. Dangerously drunk.
Abby came in to the room to check his vitals and almost left, but then saw his eyelashes flutter.
" You're awake I see. Do you know where you are Anderson?"
He tried to talk but realized he couldn't and rubbed his throat.
" It's a tube. The doctor can take you off of it if you want." he nodded
" Alright," she leaned out the door " Carter! He's awake."
" Well, you alright," he nodded again as Carter came in the door " alright, when I tell you to take a big breathe and blow out as hard as you can. OK, 1..2..3!" He began to cough and rub his throat
" Am I at the hospital!" he exclaimed
" Yeah. I'm Dr. Carter and this is Abby Lockhart. She's a nurse. You had alcohol poisoning,and we had to pump your stomach and we had to put a tube down your throat to help you breath. You fainted on the way in the ambulance."
" Woah! Wait a minute! How did the ambulance find me?"
" Well, the bar tender called and they brought you to the ER." explained Carter
" If you need anything we'll be here for you!" she replied
" You wouldn't happened to have a couple a fentynel would you?"
" This is a hospital after all, but we're not giving you pain medication!" exclaimed Abby
" Remember the last time we revoked pain pills Abby?"
" Oh right, you don't have a gun do you?" she replied
" What?!" he exclaimed surprised
" He's safe."
" Well, I have patients. I'll see you later." he took his stethescope and wrapped it around his neck and walked out
" You like him." Anderson finally spat out
" What! That doesn't have anything to do with it."
" Yes it does. I saw you looking at him."
" Well, it is none of your business, but uh we're getting married."
" Hense the rock on your finger."
" You noticed! Wait, that was a very girly thing to say?"
" I try."
" Funny. You have a girlfriend?"
" Well, it is none of your business, but I did."
" Ha-Ha-Ha. Did? What happened?"
" We got into a fight. She needed "proof" that I had stopped drinking. She's the reason why I went to that bar and ended up here. I keep trying to tell her that I have it under control. That I don't need a savior. I don't need a 'holier than thou' girlfriend who worries about me all the time!"
" My God, she sounds just like him." she muttered to herself
" What?"
" Nothing." she said flatly
" I heard what you said."
" Oh really! What exactly did I say."
" Dr. Carter's overbearing isn't he."
" No, I love him. It's just we go round and round about this one thing. I told him I stopped. When Mark died was the last time I even went near alcohol. He knew I bought that bottle of wine the other night. It took me hours to pour one glass! One glass!"
" You're an alcoholic." he said softly
" Yeah, I am and so are you."
" True and we both have overbearing significant others."
" John isn't overbearing. He just cares about me."
" John is it. I like that. Dr. John Carter."
" What's her name?"
" Rhyann. Rhyann Davis."
" Really? That's pretty."
" Yeah. So is she, but she dumped me and I ended up in a bar like always. It's the same routine."
" You know I could get you into AA. I have connections you know!" she laughed slightly
" You'd do that for me?"
" Yeah. Yeah Anderson, I would." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope you like that chapter. It's kinda a filler to break the ice between them. PLZ review!