"Pillow Fights and Such"
By: Kristie
A/N: I really had the sudden urge to just write something new, and I got such encouraging reviews [Except from maggiemay but I don't take that offensively because she flames everyone's fics] for my filler in scenes in post "A Little Help From my Friends" that only gave me more encouragement to do this fic. Basically, this is a totally different look on Abby's life and her first day at County and so forth. I love getting reviews, hint, hint. Abby's POV.
Disclaimer: sadly I don't own any of the people who are in the ER.
As I walked into ER for my first day, I felt almost a bit nervous which was unusual for me. I almost immediately bumped into Carol Hathaway, my patient from up in OB. "Abby?" she said a bit surprised.
"The one and only." I replied with a smile.
"What are you doing down her."
"I've crossed over into the dark side, I'm a med student." I told her.
"Yes, you most certainly have." She said with a smile. She scanned the area and seemed to have spotted the person that she was looking for. "Carter!" she yelled across the room. A very handsome man with the brightest eyes I ever saw walked up to us.
He greeted us with a smile. I learned later that some only do this for so often. "What's up Carol?"
"This is Abby." she looked at me for a last name.
"Wyzcenski." I said with a smile.
"Is she your new med student?" Carol continued.
"Don't know, why don't you come with me and we'll find Mark." He motioned his hand for him to follow him, so I did.
I followed him into what seemed to be the lounge and found a man and a women with the brightest, reddest curly hair. "Mark, I think I found a med student of yours." He gave me a reassuring smile. I felt such electricity when he smiled and me and I couldn't help but almost blush. It was completely out of character for me to be like this.
"Abigail Wyzcenski?" Mark said.
"Abby." I said with a smile.
He smiled warmly back. He stood up and shook my hand. "I'm Mark Greene, and this Elizabeth Corday." Elizabeth said hello too and shook my hand.
"Carter, show her around and keep an eye on her." Mark winked at me.
"Sure thing." We walked out of the lounge and a nurse walked up to him. "Carter, ETA in 5 minutes. A toddler, and women said to be in her late 20's."
"Okay." He turned to me. "Looks like you get to deal with your first trauma." A woman with blond hair walked up to him. "Carter, can you check one of my patients." She asked.
She then realized I was standing there and immediately introduced herself, "Lucy Knight." She said warmly.
"Abby Wyzcenski." I said back. "If Carter gives you trouble, tell me. Us med students will have fun." She whispered into my ear. I knew that I liked from her from the start. "I'll make sure I do."
Carter stood there almost embarrassed. "Ahhhmm. I'll check in a few minutes." At that moment the doors burst open and I saw Mark and Elizabeth coming in with a women. She looked so familiar, but I didn't get a good look at her. Lucy followed them, but Carter went outside and I followed him.
"We'll get the toddler." He said.
We went outside where it was relatively cold and saw an EMT. "Here's the little girl." She said.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Hannah!" I said and immediately took her in my arms. The EMT continued to talk. "The mother was found in the front seat badly injured. The little girl was safely in her car seat in the back."
"That's not her mother."
"You know her?" Carter asked confused.
"Yes, Hannah's my daughter.
After Carter looked at her she seemed fine. As I sat in the exam room while he examined her, we started to talk. "I didn't realize you were married." He said motioning to my hand.
"Umm, that's because I'm not." I said almost ashamed. He picked up on this quickly and stopped talking about it.
"Mommy, when can I go home?" Hannah asked me.
Carter answered her question, "Well, you need a band aid." He lifted the little girl off the hospital bed and took her hand. "We'll be right back," he said with a smile.
My face lit up when I saw the two of them walking together. I was overjoyed. I couldn't have known this man more then an hour, and already I had these inner feelings for him that I had never felt for anyone else in my entire life.
Hannah and Carter walked in and she lifted up her elbow and showed me her band-aid proudly. "It's the Power puff girls!" she exclaimed. I scooped her up and looked at Carter, "Well, I really hate to leave early on my first shift, but I don't have anyone to watch her." I said. He knew that I really didn't want to leave, I could tell.
"We can figure out something, Randi, who sits at the desk can watch her for a little while. Plus all of the nurses who come in and out." He said with a smile.
My first day at County was an eventful one. I was spit on, called a bitch, called sweet cheeks, and thrown up on more then once. I was ready to take Hannah and go home. I clocked out and walked up to the desk to find Hannah not there.
"She's in the lounge sleeping." Randi said knowing I was looking for her. I gave her a grateful smile and walked in to the lounge to find Carter putting a blanket over her. I felt as if I was in love, and I hadn't even known him for more then a day. It was feelings like these that told me he wasn't just any person.
"Thanks." I said to him.
He looked up and noticed that I was getting ready to go home. "Leaving too?" he asked.
"Yeah, hopefully she'll sleep on the El." I said. I got my stuff ready to go and picked up Hannah.
"If you can wait like 5 minutes, I'll give you a lift home." He said just as I was about to walk out the door.
"Sounds great." I said.
As we pulled up to my apartment it began to rain. I invited him in for a cup of coffee. "It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me today."
We walked up to my apartment and I put Hannah in bed. I walked into the kitchen and found him looking at the pictures on my refrigerator. Most of them were of Hannah.
"I love taking pictures and developing them." I said softly not wanting to startle him.
"These are really good." He complimented.
"Thanks. Decaf or Regular?" I asked.
"Decaf's fine, thanks."
As I set the cup of coffee down on the table, we both took a seat. "How long have you lived in Chicago?"
"About five years. My ex-husband and I lived here. About three years ago we got divorced. I never told him I was pregnant, so I did it myself." I said staring at my cup of coffee.
"Well, I wouldn't have known she was anyone else's child, she looks like an exact replica of you." He complimented again. I'm not quite sure how he does this, but every word that he says makes me go all tingly inside and weak at the knees.
We continued to talk for a while. Actually two hours to be correct. By the time we finished three pots of coffee, I knew almost every detail of his life and he knew almost every detail of mine. I had never opened up to anyone this quickly before; I had actually never opened up to anyone this much before. But some how when I talked to him, I felt like I was the center of the world and the only thing that mattered to him. I don't know how he did it, but somehow he managed to make me feel like this, and I loved it.
By the time either of us looked at the clock, it was around 12:00 A.M. By now the rain was coming down horribly. The first clash of thunder sound and it made me jump. He noticed and smiled right away.
"What's so funny?" I asked defensively.
"I've seen you handle blood and all sorts of gruesome things like that and they don't freak you out, but a little bit of thunder makes you jump." He said laughing a little.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" I asked. "Okay, then, two can play this game!" I said.
I felt his eyes follow me through the living room. I grabbed a pillow and whacked him on the head. "That'll teach you to make fun of me."
He grabbed another pillow from the couch and began to hit me with it, just like I did to him. Before I knew it, we were having a pillow fight like a bunch of little kids. A pillow fight? This here would be my example of the sort of things John Carter did to my head. He had this way about him that made me open up a whole different side of my personality.
Before I knew it, he was basically on top of my holding a pillow to my head. "Forfeit." He said with a smile.
I hesitated a minute but finally said, "Fine. You win."
He dropped the pillow, and it seemed as if he was going to pick it back up, but instead he kissed me. It was the most amazing kiss I had ever had in my life. It was full of passion and emotion. I was the center of his world. I loved it.
When we broke apart, I whispered to him, "What are we doing?" It wasn't the kind that you said when you were angry, but the kind that was more just a plain old question that had an emotion to it.
"I don't know." He whispered back.
"Well, usually the first kiss consist of the man cutting off the women and is not until they have officially gone on a date, which would mean that-" and he cut me off with another kiss just like I had been hoping that he would.
Okay, that's it for now folks. I will most definitely continue, but only if I get some reviews. Otherwise I have better things to do with my time, although I love writing! ;) ~Kristie
A/N: I really had the sudden urge to just write something new, and I got such encouraging reviews [Except from maggiemay but I don't take that offensively because she flames everyone's fics] for my filler in scenes in post "A Little Help From my Friends" that only gave me more encouragement to do this fic. Basically, this is a totally different look on Abby's life and her first day at County and so forth. I love getting reviews, hint, hint. Abby's POV.
Disclaimer: sadly I don't own any of the people who are in the ER.
As I walked into ER for my first day, I felt almost a bit nervous which was unusual for me. I almost immediately bumped into Carol Hathaway, my patient from up in OB. "Abby?" she said a bit surprised.
"The one and only." I replied with a smile.
"What are you doing down her."
"I've crossed over into the dark side, I'm a med student." I told her.
"Yes, you most certainly have." She said with a smile. She scanned the area and seemed to have spotted the person that she was looking for. "Carter!" she yelled across the room. A very handsome man with the brightest eyes I ever saw walked up to us.
He greeted us with a smile. I learned later that some only do this for so often. "What's up Carol?"
"This is Abby." she looked at me for a last name.
"Wyzcenski." I said with a smile.
"Is she your new med student?" Carol continued.
"Don't know, why don't you come with me and we'll find Mark." He motioned his hand for him to follow him, so I did.
I followed him into what seemed to be the lounge and found a man and a women with the brightest, reddest curly hair. "Mark, I think I found a med student of yours." He gave me a reassuring smile. I felt such electricity when he smiled and me and I couldn't help but almost blush. It was completely out of character for me to be like this.
"Abigail Wyzcenski?" Mark said.
"Abby." I said with a smile.
He smiled warmly back. He stood up and shook my hand. "I'm Mark Greene, and this Elizabeth Corday." Elizabeth said hello too and shook my hand.
"Carter, show her around and keep an eye on her." Mark winked at me.
"Sure thing." We walked out of the lounge and a nurse walked up to him. "Carter, ETA in 5 minutes. A toddler, and women said to be in her late 20's."
"Okay." He turned to me. "Looks like you get to deal with your first trauma." A woman with blond hair walked up to him. "Carter, can you check one of my patients." She asked.
She then realized I was standing there and immediately introduced herself, "Lucy Knight." She said warmly.
"Abby Wyzcenski." I said back. "If Carter gives you trouble, tell me. Us med students will have fun." She whispered into my ear. I knew that I liked from her from the start. "I'll make sure I do."
Carter stood there almost embarrassed. "Ahhhmm. I'll check in a few minutes." At that moment the doors burst open and I saw Mark and Elizabeth coming in with a women. She looked so familiar, but I didn't get a good look at her. Lucy followed them, but Carter went outside and I followed him.
"We'll get the toddler." He said.
We went outside where it was relatively cold and saw an EMT. "Here's the little girl." She said.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Hannah!" I said and immediately took her in my arms. The EMT continued to talk. "The mother was found in the front seat badly injured. The little girl was safely in her car seat in the back."
"That's not her mother."
"You know her?" Carter asked confused.
"Yes, Hannah's my daughter.
After Carter looked at her she seemed fine. As I sat in the exam room while he examined her, we started to talk. "I didn't realize you were married." He said motioning to my hand.
"Umm, that's because I'm not." I said almost ashamed. He picked up on this quickly and stopped talking about it.
"Mommy, when can I go home?" Hannah asked me.
Carter answered her question, "Well, you need a band aid." He lifted the little girl off the hospital bed and took her hand. "We'll be right back," he said with a smile.
My face lit up when I saw the two of them walking together. I was overjoyed. I couldn't have known this man more then an hour, and already I had these inner feelings for him that I had never felt for anyone else in my entire life.
Hannah and Carter walked in and she lifted up her elbow and showed me her band-aid proudly. "It's the Power puff girls!" she exclaimed. I scooped her up and looked at Carter, "Well, I really hate to leave early on my first shift, but I don't have anyone to watch her." I said. He knew that I really didn't want to leave, I could tell.
"We can figure out something, Randi, who sits at the desk can watch her for a little while. Plus all of the nurses who come in and out." He said with a smile.
My first day at County was an eventful one. I was spit on, called a bitch, called sweet cheeks, and thrown up on more then once. I was ready to take Hannah and go home. I clocked out and walked up to the desk to find Hannah not there.
"She's in the lounge sleeping." Randi said knowing I was looking for her. I gave her a grateful smile and walked in to the lounge to find Carter putting a blanket over her. I felt as if I was in love, and I hadn't even known him for more then a day. It was feelings like these that told me he wasn't just any person.
"Thanks." I said to him.
He looked up and noticed that I was getting ready to go home. "Leaving too?" he asked.
"Yeah, hopefully she'll sleep on the El." I said. I got my stuff ready to go and picked up Hannah.
"If you can wait like 5 minutes, I'll give you a lift home." He said just as I was about to walk out the door.
"Sounds great." I said.
As we pulled up to my apartment it began to rain. I invited him in for a cup of coffee. "It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me today."
We walked up to my apartment and I put Hannah in bed. I walked into the kitchen and found him looking at the pictures on my refrigerator. Most of them were of Hannah.
"I love taking pictures and developing them." I said softly not wanting to startle him.
"These are really good." He complimented.
"Thanks. Decaf or Regular?" I asked.
"Decaf's fine, thanks."
As I set the cup of coffee down on the table, we both took a seat. "How long have you lived in Chicago?"
"About five years. My ex-husband and I lived here. About three years ago we got divorced. I never told him I was pregnant, so I did it myself." I said staring at my cup of coffee.
"Well, I wouldn't have known she was anyone else's child, she looks like an exact replica of you." He complimented again. I'm not quite sure how he does this, but every word that he says makes me go all tingly inside and weak at the knees.
We continued to talk for a while. Actually two hours to be correct. By the time we finished three pots of coffee, I knew almost every detail of his life and he knew almost every detail of mine. I had never opened up to anyone this quickly before; I had actually never opened up to anyone this much before. But some how when I talked to him, I felt like I was the center of the world and the only thing that mattered to him. I don't know how he did it, but somehow he managed to make me feel like this, and I loved it.
By the time either of us looked at the clock, it was around 12:00 A.M. By now the rain was coming down horribly. The first clash of thunder sound and it made me jump. He noticed and smiled right away.
"What's so funny?" I asked defensively.
"I've seen you handle blood and all sorts of gruesome things like that and they don't freak you out, but a little bit of thunder makes you jump." He said laughing a little.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" I asked. "Okay, then, two can play this game!" I said.
I felt his eyes follow me through the living room. I grabbed a pillow and whacked him on the head. "That'll teach you to make fun of me."
He grabbed another pillow from the couch and began to hit me with it, just like I did to him. Before I knew it, we were having a pillow fight like a bunch of little kids. A pillow fight? This here would be my example of the sort of things John Carter did to my head. He had this way about him that made me open up a whole different side of my personality.
Before I knew it, he was basically on top of my holding a pillow to my head. "Forfeit." He said with a smile.
I hesitated a minute but finally said, "Fine. You win."
He dropped the pillow, and it seemed as if he was going to pick it back up, but instead he kissed me. It was the most amazing kiss I had ever had in my life. It was full of passion and emotion. I was the center of his world. I loved it.
When we broke apart, I whispered to him, "What are we doing?" It wasn't the kind that you said when you were angry, but the kind that was more just a plain old question that had an emotion to it.
"I don't know." He whispered back.
"Well, usually the first kiss consist of the man cutting off the women and is not until they have officially gone on a date, which would mean that-" and he cut me off with another kiss just like I had been hoping that he would.
Okay, that's it for now folks. I will most definitely continue, but only if I get some reviews. Otherwise I have better things to do with my time, although I love writing! ;) ~Kristie