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She entered the building, the memories flooding back to her. It had been almost 10 years since she left through the same exact doors. Just like he had said, change was good. And she had needed a big one. She was hoping no one still worked there that would recognize her, although she barely looked like the same person. Her hair had gone back to its original dark auburn color, it was cut short, but she managed to pull it back in a loose ponytail from time to time. Her olive color skin lost its glow, and she looked just plainly pale. The bags under her eyes only accented how tired she was. She reached the front desk without fighting through a huge crowd. It was a slow day, hopefully tha would be a good sign. She scanned the admit desk and the surrounding area, no one that she remembered, unless they had all changed. She met gazes with a blonde woman, sitting behind the desk, working on charts.
"Dr. Wyzenski?"
She still had a hard time being called Wyzenski, much less Doctor. She nodded her head. The blonde approached her warmly, smiling a set of perfect teeth her way.
"Hi. I'm Michele Andrews. We spoke on the phone."
Why had she pictured someone uglier with a personality to make up for that?
"Nice to finally meet you."
It was. Who hired a Chief Resident in the middle of the year?
"I'm so sorry we had to get you in here today. It was our Attending and no one else."
Today seemed slow to her.
"No problem. We were just unpacking."
She hoped Erik hadn't destroyed anything yet.
" How's the condo?"
Lakefront Condo with four bedrooms for under 700 dollars a month. Perfect. Unbelieveable.
"It's great. I cannot thank you enough."
She nodded her head, no problem.
"How else would I have gotten you in here.. We don't exactly have the highest employee satisfaction rate. I envy you for coming back."
Why did she come back. Oh yeah, money. She had mouths to feed. And this was the only decent opening she could find.
"Okay well let me introduce you to the Attending, and I need to head off to a conference with the Chief of Staff."
She led her through the many passage ways and doorways, pointing out new rooms, or storage closets. They had built a new lounge, much spacier than before. The place looked in decline, but in elegant decline. It was the only public hospital in the area, and they weren't planning to shut it down. They couldn't, really. Too many people depended on it to survive.
They reached what she remembered to be the ped's ER. Sure enough she heard Michele's remark about the Pediatric Ward of the ER, housing equipment and supplies especially needed for children. She wanted to tell her to shut up and leave already, she knew her way around pretty well, but she choose not to. She entered the room after Michele, hearing the doors swing shut behind her. The room had been expanded and repainted, but it still held a childlike atmosphere with the animals and toys strewn all over the floor. She saw another woman sititng behind the desk, light brown hair, strewn with blonde highlights. She seemed intent on either memorizing a chart, or trying to catch a nap.
"Dr. Lewis?"
Michele's voice was soft and soothing, as if she wasn't sure how to approach her. She moved her head, she must have been studying the chart then.
"I'd like to introduce you to our new Chief Resident. Dr. Susan Lewis, this is Dr. Abigail Wyzenski. Now if you could show her the ropes, I need to head off to see John before he chops my head off... Remember Abby, if you live through the first day, you'll be fine.."
She heard her voice exit the room. She felt the air grow thick. She could feel Susan's gaze upon her. It was almost burning into her, trying to tear through her and disintegrate her.
"Abby?"
She nodded her head. After what seemed like a few millenia, a small smile broke upon her lips.
"Welcome home!"
Before she knew what was happening, Susan grabbed her in a tight hug.
"You look different."
She laughed.
"So do you."
She also noticed the small lump forming under Susan's shirt.
"Chuck?"
She heard her laugh.
"Our third."
Wow. She's been busy.
"Congratulations."
She smiled again.
"Thanks."
So alot of things had changed. She hadn't been sure how Susan would react, but obviously everything seemed okay. It was nice to see someone familiar again.
"So where were you before?"
She hated going back to the past.
"I finished med school up at Northwestern, then I got a residency at Boston, so that's where I stayed. They closed down the hospital I was working at, and this was the only place that would take me..."
She saw Susan nodding her head intently.
"Okay, well I need to finish these charts. We'll get together later for coffee or something? Find me after your shift, mine ends the same time yours does."
She nodded her head in reply.
"That would be great."
Susan sat down back at her work.
"You know where to find me if you need me."
She entered the building, the memories flooding back to her. It had been almost 10 years since she left through the same exact doors. Just like he had said, change was good. And she had needed a big one. She was hoping no one still worked there that would recognize her, although she barely looked like the same person. Her hair had gone back to its original dark auburn color, it was cut short, but she managed to pull it back in a loose ponytail from time to time. Her olive color skin lost its glow, and she looked just plainly pale. The bags under her eyes only accented how tired she was. She reached the front desk without fighting through a huge crowd. It was a slow day, hopefully tha would be a good sign. She scanned the admit desk and the surrounding area, no one that she remembered, unless they had all changed. She met gazes with a blonde woman, sitting behind the desk, working on charts.
"Dr. Wyzenski?"
She still had a hard time being called Wyzenski, much less Doctor. She nodded her head. The blonde approached her warmly, smiling a set of perfect teeth her way.
"Hi. I'm Michele Andrews. We spoke on the phone."
Why had she pictured someone uglier with a personality to make up for that?
"Nice to finally meet you."
It was. Who hired a Chief Resident in the middle of the year?
"I'm so sorry we had to get you in here today. It was our Attending and no one else."
Today seemed slow to her.
"No problem. We were just unpacking."
She hoped Erik hadn't destroyed anything yet.
" How's the condo?"
Lakefront Condo with four bedrooms for under 700 dollars a month. Perfect. Unbelieveable.
"It's great. I cannot thank you enough."
She nodded her head, no problem.
"How else would I have gotten you in here.. We don't exactly have the highest employee satisfaction rate. I envy you for coming back."
Why did she come back. Oh yeah, money. She had mouths to feed. And this was the only decent opening she could find.
"Okay well let me introduce you to the Attending, and I need to head off to a conference with the Chief of Staff."
She led her through the many passage ways and doorways, pointing out new rooms, or storage closets. They had built a new lounge, much spacier than before. The place looked in decline, but in elegant decline. It was the only public hospital in the area, and they weren't planning to shut it down. They couldn't, really. Too many people depended on it to survive.
They reached what she remembered to be the ped's ER. Sure enough she heard Michele's remark about the Pediatric Ward of the ER, housing equipment and supplies especially needed for children. She wanted to tell her to shut up and leave already, she knew her way around pretty well, but she choose not to. She entered the room after Michele, hearing the doors swing shut behind her. The room had been expanded and repainted, but it still held a childlike atmosphere with the animals and toys strewn all over the floor. She saw another woman sititng behind the desk, light brown hair, strewn with blonde highlights. She seemed intent on either memorizing a chart, or trying to catch a nap.
"Dr. Lewis?"
Michele's voice was soft and soothing, as if she wasn't sure how to approach her. She moved her head, she must have been studying the chart then.
"I'd like to introduce you to our new Chief Resident. Dr. Susan Lewis, this is Dr. Abigail Wyzenski. Now if you could show her the ropes, I need to head off to see John before he chops my head off... Remember Abby, if you live through the first day, you'll be fine.."
She heard her voice exit the room. She felt the air grow thick. She could feel Susan's gaze upon her. It was almost burning into her, trying to tear through her and disintegrate her.
"Abby?"
She nodded her head. After what seemed like a few millenia, a small smile broke upon her lips.
"Welcome home!"
Before she knew what was happening, Susan grabbed her in a tight hug.
"You look different."
She laughed.
"So do you."
She also noticed the small lump forming under Susan's shirt.
"Chuck?"
She heard her laugh.
"Our third."
Wow. She's been busy.
"Congratulations."
She smiled again.
"Thanks."
So alot of things had changed. She hadn't been sure how Susan would react, but obviously everything seemed okay. It was nice to see someone familiar again.
"So where were you before?"
She hated going back to the past.
"I finished med school up at Northwestern, then I got a residency at Boston, so that's where I stayed. They closed down the hospital I was working at, and this was the only place that would take me..."
She saw Susan nodding her head intently.
"Okay, well I need to finish these charts. We'll get together later for coffee or something? Find me after your shift, mine ends the same time yours does."
She nodded her head in reply.
"That would be great."
Susan sat down back at her work.
"You know where to find me if you need me."