I wrote this when I was like.. 13 or something (I'm 18 now) so it's written
quite badly, but I'm a packrat so I kept it around. I think I stole a scene
from the original show, but the rest is mine. Obviously it's a Doug fic,
and sorry it's not 'up to date'.I also never intended to show this to
anyone, so.. read up and R/R please.. :)
PS. I am not accurate with all of the medical mumbo jumbo so BEWARE. lol
**
Awakened by the loud rumbling of the grabage truck across the street, Doug Ross stirred and opened his eyes. His head pounded with a sudden headache and he was drowsy.
"Sheesh.." he grumbled and sat up shirtless, when something flashed in his mind of the events the night before. Doug's head shot to the right and sure enough to his memory, he found a girl sleeping soundly, her short red locks tosseled and falling over her face. Doug closed his eyes and signed. He then picked up his gold rolex watch that sat on his night table and focused on the numbers.
"Shit." Late again. He swung his legs over to the side of the bed and struggled on some blue jeans.
He wasn't usually the type that took home girls from the bar, or even the type that went to the bar (usually), though he could pick up any girl he wanted to with his rugged good looks. At the age of 37 he still looked 10 years younger, with a handsome face and a full head of hair. Doug had been married once but only for a range of two years. Things just hadn't worked out with the pair, or more or less there had been cheating involed on Sharon's part. [Authors note: Yes, I made up Sharon. So sue me. lol] But he was over her now. As far as Doug knew, she was just a little hooch.
He was due in the ER by 10 am and it was already noon. Doug stood up and rubbed his eyes. The girl sleeping on the left side of his bed had not even stirred. He walked over to his side of the bed and pushed her small shoulder a little bit. She moaned and turned her head. Doug sighed.
"Hey," he said and shook her again. Mark Greene was going to be pissed off at him for sure. He was always getting on his case for being late. Always saying that being a doctor comes with responsibility.
The girl awoke then opened her eyes halfway, hair still covering them.
"Get up." Satisfied that she was awake, Doug turned around and found a grey t-shirt on the rug and put it on. His head throbbed even harder now that he was walking around. He then left the bedroom and walked into the small bathroom connected to the hall when he heard her moan again.
"I'm gonna take you home, so get dressed!" He said loudly and looked at himself in the mirror. There was no way to disguise it. He looked like pure hell. Almost like he had been out all night drinking. Perhaps he had. Doug couldn't recall when he had got in.
He splashed some water on his face and walked back into the bedroom to find the girl sitting up, dressed, looking even worse than he did.
"Aghh.. I feel so lousy," she moaned.
"It's just the alcohol talking, now come on."
**
The traffic was unusually heavy that day as Doug geared his silver blazer through. he wanted to get to work as soon as he could. Who cared if he was a couple hours late? Greene. He was going to lecture Doug's ass as soon as he stepped through the door. The femae he had been with last night could barely keep her eyes open.
"Wait.. I left my purse and everything at your place.." she said slowly, but eagerly for a hungover person. "We have to go back.." she extended her left arm and pushed Doug's shoulder. He hesitated.
"I'll mail them to you," he responded. She whined a little bit, closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the seat. She started to push him again. Harder, and more frequently.
"Hey, I'm trying to drive," he said a little irritably. Driving was already hard enough with a pounding headache, the shoving didn't help. She whined again, when suddenly she started to shake like she was having some sort of seizure. A white mixture of spit that looked like foam dribbled out the right side of her mouth and Doug turned his head to her, when he realized what was going on. He turned panicky. She was having an attack and needed immediate attention. Instead of taking her back to her place, he screeched the blazer around and stepped on the gas towards County.
Mark Green looked up from his clipboard and caught a glimpse of his short time "friend" Susan Lewis. The two hadn't known eachother long, only a month or so, but Mark found something different in Susan. Sweetness, and was good with the patients. They talked often, but never spoke of 'going out'. She was busy talking to a 13 year old's parents about their son who was up in the OR.
"Mark, Dr. Ross is here with a seizuring patient," a young nurse peeked behind the counter for a second and then left. Mark threw down his clipboard and pen and mumbled, "About time" as he rushed out to see Doug carrying in a girl who looked to be in her late twenties through the door. She was passed out.
"Doug, what happened?" Mark started to rush along beside him as he looked at the pale female in his arms.
"I was driving her hom when she started seizuring," Doug was not like his usual selt, barking out orders, but was more or less fairly quiet.
"Clear Tramua 1!" Mark said loudly and a bed with a man in a neckbrace was cleared from the space and pushed out. A fresh bed was placed in Tramua 1, and Doug laid down the girl when she started to seizure again, her eyes closed, yet her joints bouncing. Mark started to check her pulse, while Carol and other nurses gathered around the patient to hold her down from shaking.
Doug watched the woman he had brought in, and he worked on a diagnosis. She probabloy had Spilepsy. Drinking alcohol would trigger the controllable disease making it more serious. Once she stopped jumping, Mark took a miniature flashlight and shined it into her pupils.
"What's her name?" he asked, not looking up. His voice didn't sound too curious. Didn't sound like he really wanted to know what had happened together between the two.
"I don't know.." Doug rubbed his eyes. His headache seemed even worse now. He was never going to drink Tequelia again. Carol stood in front of him and turned around.
"Where did you say you found her?" she asked. Doug scratched his head.
"She was with me."
"You were with her and you don't even know her name?" she asked with surprise. Carol and Doug had known eachother since Doug had come to work at County about 3 years ago.
"Doug - Does she do any drugs?" Mark suddenly asked and looked up.
"What? Drugs? Are you serious?" Doug responded.
"She's got a very high level of O.A in her system."
At that point the heart monitor began to beat uncontrollably and she started to shake once more. Doug's head started to buzz and his vision blurred as doctor's and nurses crowed in front of him to help her. As far ah he knew, she would die. The heart monitor stopped beeping and a long dreary tone began that sent shivers down any doctor's spine.
"We need to contact her family.." Mark said as he worked.
"Maybe she left something in my car.." Doug mumbled and left the room and jogged out to his blazer. He opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Leaning over, he found a small black wallet. (So she hadn't left it at his place after all). After opening it, he found a driver's license with all of the information that they needed. Doug jogged back into the ER to find the panic over.
"I found her namer Nadine Phirffer.." he trailed off, but was interuppted.
"She's gone,"Mark threw down his beige latex gloves and started to walk out of the room.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me she was epiletic?:" then he stormed out. Doug looked back at Nadine's cold, deceased body. All he could think was.. 'I killed her'.
**
PS. I am not accurate with all of the medical mumbo jumbo so BEWARE. lol
**
Awakened by the loud rumbling of the grabage truck across the street, Doug Ross stirred and opened his eyes. His head pounded with a sudden headache and he was drowsy.
"Sheesh.." he grumbled and sat up shirtless, when something flashed in his mind of the events the night before. Doug's head shot to the right and sure enough to his memory, he found a girl sleeping soundly, her short red locks tosseled and falling over her face. Doug closed his eyes and signed. He then picked up his gold rolex watch that sat on his night table and focused on the numbers.
"Shit." Late again. He swung his legs over to the side of the bed and struggled on some blue jeans.
He wasn't usually the type that took home girls from the bar, or even the type that went to the bar (usually), though he could pick up any girl he wanted to with his rugged good looks. At the age of 37 he still looked 10 years younger, with a handsome face and a full head of hair. Doug had been married once but only for a range of two years. Things just hadn't worked out with the pair, or more or less there had been cheating involed on Sharon's part. [Authors note: Yes, I made up Sharon. So sue me. lol] But he was over her now. As far as Doug knew, she was just a little hooch.
He was due in the ER by 10 am and it was already noon. Doug stood up and rubbed his eyes. The girl sleeping on the left side of his bed had not even stirred. He walked over to his side of the bed and pushed her small shoulder a little bit. She moaned and turned her head. Doug sighed.
"Hey," he said and shook her again. Mark Greene was going to be pissed off at him for sure. He was always getting on his case for being late. Always saying that being a doctor comes with responsibility.
The girl awoke then opened her eyes halfway, hair still covering them.
"Get up." Satisfied that she was awake, Doug turned around and found a grey t-shirt on the rug and put it on. His head throbbed even harder now that he was walking around. He then left the bedroom and walked into the small bathroom connected to the hall when he heard her moan again.
"I'm gonna take you home, so get dressed!" He said loudly and looked at himself in the mirror. There was no way to disguise it. He looked like pure hell. Almost like he had been out all night drinking. Perhaps he had. Doug couldn't recall when he had got in.
He splashed some water on his face and walked back into the bedroom to find the girl sitting up, dressed, looking even worse than he did.
"Aghh.. I feel so lousy," she moaned.
"It's just the alcohol talking, now come on."
**
The traffic was unusually heavy that day as Doug geared his silver blazer through. he wanted to get to work as soon as he could. Who cared if he was a couple hours late? Greene. He was going to lecture Doug's ass as soon as he stepped through the door. The femae he had been with last night could barely keep her eyes open.
"Wait.. I left my purse and everything at your place.." she said slowly, but eagerly for a hungover person. "We have to go back.." she extended her left arm and pushed Doug's shoulder. He hesitated.
"I'll mail them to you," he responded. She whined a little bit, closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the seat. She started to push him again. Harder, and more frequently.
"Hey, I'm trying to drive," he said a little irritably. Driving was already hard enough with a pounding headache, the shoving didn't help. She whined again, when suddenly she started to shake like she was having some sort of seizure. A white mixture of spit that looked like foam dribbled out the right side of her mouth and Doug turned his head to her, when he realized what was going on. He turned panicky. She was having an attack and needed immediate attention. Instead of taking her back to her place, he screeched the blazer around and stepped on the gas towards County.
Mark Green looked up from his clipboard and caught a glimpse of his short time "friend" Susan Lewis. The two hadn't known eachother long, only a month or so, but Mark found something different in Susan. Sweetness, and was good with the patients. They talked often, but never spoke of 'going out'. She was busy talking to a 13 year old's parents about their son who was up in the OR.
"Mark, Dr. Ross is here with a seizuring patient," a young nurse peeked behind the counter for a second and then left. Mark threw down his clipboard and pen and mumbled, "About time" as he rushed out to see Doug carrying in a girl who looked to be in her late twenties through the door. She was passed out.
"Doug, what happened?" Mark started to rush along beside him as he looked at the pale female in his arms.
"I was driving her hom when she started seizuring," Doug was not like his usual selt, barking out orders, but was more or less fairly quiet.
"Clear Tramua 1!" Mark said loudly and a bed with a man in a neckbrace was cleared from the space and pushed out. A fresh bed was placed in Tramua 1, and Doug laid down the girl when she started to seizure again, her eyes closed, yet her joints bouncing. Mark started to check her pulse, while Carol and other nurses gathered around the patient to hold her down from shaking.
Doug watched the woman he had brought in, and he worked on a diagnosis. She probabloy had Spilepsy. Drinking alcohol would trigger the controllable disease making it more serious. Once she stopped jumping, Mark took a miniature flashlight and shined it into her pupils.
"What's her name?" he asked, not looking up. His voice didn't sound too curious. Didn't sound like he really wanted to know what had happened together between the two.
"I don't know.." Doug rubbed his eyes. His headache seemed even worse now. He was never going to drink Tequelia again. Carol stood in front of him and turned around.
"Where did you say you found her?" she asked. Doug scratched his head.
"She was with me."
"You were with her and you don't even know her name?" she asked with surprise. Carol and Doug had known eachother since Doug had come to work at County about 3 years ago.
"Doug - Does she do any drugs?" Mark suddenly asked and looked up.
"What? Drugs? Are you serious?" Doug responded.
"She's got a very high level of O.A in her system."
At that point the heart monitor began to beat uncontrollably and she started to shake once more. Doug's head started to buzz and his vision blurred as doctor's and nurses crowed in front of him to help her. As far ah he knew, she would die. The heart monitor stopped beeping and a long dreary tone began that sent shivers down any doctor's spine.
"We need to contact her family.." Mark said as he worked.
"Maybe she left something in my car.." Doug mumbled and left the room and jogged out to his blazer. He opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. Leaning over, he found a small black wallet. (So she hadn't left it at his place after all). After opening it, he found a driver's license with all of the information that they needed. Doug jogged back into the ER to find the panic over.
"I found her namer Nadine Phirffer.." he trailed off, but was interuppted.
"She's gone,"Mark threw down his beige latex gloves and started to walk out of the room.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me she was epiletic?:" then he stormed out. Doug looked back at Nadine's cold, deceased body. All he could think was.. 'I killed her'.
**
