Sorry for all the typos.. I'll proofread this one. lol REMEMBER: I was young when I wrote this, and it's not accurate at all. Just.. read for the plot.. or something.. lol I could write a better one now if I tried, but I just had this one laying around...

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There was mosly shock that raced through Doug's body as he sat in the staff coffee toom staring at the wall. He hadn't noticed Carol come in. She poured herself a cup of black coffee and looked at Doug.

"Hey Doug, you doing okay?" she asked with a little bit of concern. It wasn't very common to see him this way. Doug always made himself the tough guy; he could never show people what he was feeling. And he felt that way now. He didn't seem to even hear Carol. His headache now had turned into a major migraine, and he felt that his head was about to explode.

"Hey Doug?" Carol sat down in the seat across from him, blocking his view of the wall.

"Huh?" Doug shifted his eyes to meet hers. He squinted. There was way too much light coming in from somewhere.

"I asked if you were okay. You seemed pretty shakin up over that girl's death." She sipped her coffee.

No feelings at all.

"I'm fine. Just a headache," Doug responded.

"Did you take something for it?" she asked back. Doug nodded even though it was a flat out lie. He hadn't taken a damn thing. Perhaps the migraine that was splitting his head open was his punishment for basically killing this girl. Why did he always have to be so selfish? Everything was him, him, him. He hated himself then.

"Let me know if it gets any worse okay?" Carol then stood up and left the staff room still holding her coffee. Twenty seconds later, Doug was beeped. The small beep seemed to drill holes into his skull as he frantically tried to turn it off. He didn't even have to look. He already knew it was Mark. Nobody else would beep him. Mark was probably waiting by the office, so Doug got up and made his way to his next grueling assignment.

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Mark rolled his latest patient, abdomen pain into Exam 1 and watched out for Doug.

"Mark, is there anything I can help you with?" John Carter came up and looked at the patients. Three med students huddled around Mark to assist.

"What's up? Doug then appeared wearing his blue doctor's scrubs. He was looking a little flushed.

"Where the hell were you? I beeped you like 3 times," Mark turned to him, and then asked the patient that was complaining a question.

"I was.. around.." Doug responded. Mark gave an instruction to a nearby nurse and then threw up his hands a bit towards Doug as he walked away from the bed.

"Oh that's just great Doug. You're two hours late for work and you haven't done a single thing all day but bring in a serious epiletic patient that you didn't even bother to tell me about!"

"I didn't know Mark! Why are you always getting on my case - worry about yourself."

"I can't. I'm your boss. You're a good pediatrician Doug.. When you want to be-" Mark was interuppted.

"Mark? I need you in Tramua 2, Shephard is going into cardiac arrest," a nurse named Litiya peeked in.

"We'll talk later," and with that Mark rushed out.

Doug said nothing and stared after him. He put his hands to his hips and his head pounded on. A nurse he had seen before was standing out in the hall watching him.

"I have a headache!" he basically yelled at her curious stare. But he had to get through the day. He couldn't be weak. Doug Ross couldn't be weak.

"Dr. Ross, we have a teen here for who thinks she might be pregnant," a nurse informed Doug, shoving a clipboard into his hands. "Exam room 2," she added.

"Can't Carol take it?"

"She's in Tramua 2."

"All right.." Doug finished off. Still looking at the girl's information, he entered Exam room 2 and found a girl who couldn't be more than 16 sitting on the bed, biting her bottom lip. He walked over to her trying to make himself look professional.

"Casey Bennett?" He read the name that was written in bold letters on the top of the sheet. She slowly nodded.

"I'm Dr. Ross. So you think you're pregnant? Have you already taken a home pregnancy test?" Doug pulled a stood up and sat in front of her, her head higher than his.

"Yes. It came out positive," she cleared her voice and then said.

"Okay, we're going to make sure. Take a urine sample, and then give you a check for STDs okay?"

She nodded in responde. A young vietnamese nurse came in to assist. He could never remember her name.

"Could you take it from here?" he asked her.

"Sure," she answered then turned to Casey.

"Let's go get you into one of those dreaded paper gowns," she smiled warmly.

Doug left the room, and as soon as he did, his headache seemed to reach the worst point, and he was having shortness of breath. He was a doctor, this wasn't supposed to happen to him.His head felt like it was going to explode, and he could no longer walk. He fell to hi knees, his right hand over his lungs. Then, within seconds, he crumpled to the floor the last thing he heard was the calling of his own name.