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I'm just now starting to get the hang of this. This is my first ER fan fic so please be nice.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people or the show. I will create my own in the next few chapters, though.
Thanks and enjoy! *******************************************************
"Sir, please calm down," Abby said. "I'm going to lose my job if I don't get out here right now!" He panicked. "Sir! Please just let me exam you!" Abby responded. There was a long pause. "Listen, if I don't leave right now, I will lose my job. If I lose my job, I won't have a way to earn any money. And then I'll starve to death. So please, just let me go and I will come back tonight after my shift," He calmly said. Abby sighed. "So you do not want an exam?" She asked. "No, I do not," He answered. "Then you'll have to sign this," Abby handed him her chart with a different piece of paper on it. "It's what you have to sign when you refuse you want an exam." He signed it with a pen out of his shirt pocket and then put it back in his shirt pocket. "Thank you," He told Abby, then got up and left.
Once he left, Abby looked over her shoulder to make sure he did so and he did, of course. Abby closed the blinds and threw herself on the table. She felt sick to her stomach, for some reason all of a sudden. It was before she came in so she knew it wasn't any patients she saw, the patient she just saw was the only one that had been actually talking to her, everyone else was a trauma. Once she felt okay after closing her eyes for about five minutes in the exam room, she slowly went to the lounge. Once she got in the lounge, she poured herself a cup of coffee.
Before she could drink it, she felt her cramps coming back, only worse this time.
She sat down, gripping her coffee mug, hoping they would pass. "Hey," Carter said to Abby when he burst into the lounge. But Abby was trying to hard to make herself feel better to speak. "You okay?" He asked when he saw a pale Abby, leaning up with her arms leaning on her stomach. Then she felt stable enough to speak. Besides, she should answer Carter's question to be polite. "I think so. I was just seeing a patient and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach when he left," Abby choked out. "Well, we're not busy here, you should go home," John told her. "Oh no, I'll be fine in a few minutes. Plus, you guys need me. I'm covering for Meleek," She said. "When's your shift over?" Carter questioned while pouring himself a cup of coffee. Then Abby really felt like she was going to throw up again. "Hey, you're sick. Go home," Carter told her once he noticed. Once she felt like she could move and speak without throwing up, she did. "Oh, no. I'll be fine. I'm probably just having my period early," She joked. "Hey, you can't just hide out in here all day. You won't get any work done if you're throwing up the whole time and feeling awful so you should just go home and at least feel a little better by getting rest," He fought. Abby was finally starting to break down. She truly really did want to go home. She didn't want Carter to see her throw up all over the floor but if she got up and walked, that's exactly what he would see. "Honestly, Carter, I don't think I can get home without throwing up if I move," She admitted finally. "Want me to take you home?" He offered. "Um." Abby truly did. And after all, this was her boyfriend. "I'm so sorry to say this, but can you?" "Sure, I'll get my Jeep pulled up and I'll help you walk out once I do. I'll be back in a few minutes," He said then poured his coffee down the sink.
I'm just now starting to get the hang of this. This is my first ER fan fic so please be nice.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people or the show. I will create my own in the next few chapters, though.
Thanks and enjoy! *******************************************************
"Sir, please calm down," Abby said. "I'm going to lose my job if I don't get out here right now!" He panicked. "Sir! Please just let me exam you!" Abby responded. There was a long pause. "Listen, if I don't leave right now, I will lose my job. If I lose my job, I won't have a way to earn any money. And then I'll starve to death. So please, just let me go and I will come back tonight after my shift," He calmly said. Abby sighed. "So you do not want an exam?" She asked. "No, I do not," He answered. "Then you'll have to sign this," Abby handed him her chart with a different piece of paper on it. "It's what you have to sign when you refuse you want an exam." He signed it with a pen out of his shirt pocket and then put it back in his shirt pocket. "Thank you," He told Abby, then got up and left.
Once he left, Abby looked over her shoulder to make sure he did so and he did, of course. Abby closed the blinds and threw herself on the table. She felt sick to her stomach, for some reason all of a sudden. It was before she came in so she knew it wasn't any patients she saw, the patient she just saw was the only one that had been actually talking to her, everyone else was a trauma. Once she felt okay after closing her eyes for about five minutes in the exam room, she slowly went to the lounge. Once she got in the lounge, she poured herself a cup of coffee.
Before she could drink it, she felt her cramps coming back, only worse this time.
She sat down, gripping her coffee mug, hoping they would pass. "Hey," Carter said to Abby when he burst into the lounge. But Abby was trying to hard to make herself feel better to speak. "You okay?" He asked when he saw a pale Abby, leaning up with her arms leaning on her stomach. Then she felt stable enough to speak. Besides, she should answer Carter's question to be polite. "I think so. I was just seeing a patient and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach when he left," Abby choked out. "Well, we're not busy here, you should go home," John told her. "Oh no, I'll be fine in a few minutes. Plus, you guys need me. I'm covering for Meleek," She said. "When's your shift over?" Carter questioned while pouring himself a cup of coffee. Then Abby really felt like she was going to throw up again. "Hey, you're sick. Go home," Carter told her once he noticed. Once she felt like she could move and speak without throwing up, she did. "Oh, no. I'll be fine. I'm probably just having my period early," She joked. "Hey, you can't just hide out in here all day. You won't get any work done if you're throwing up the whole time and feeling awful so you should just go home and at least feel a little better by getting rest," He fought. Abby was finally starting to break down. She truly really did want to go home. She didn't want Carter to see her throw up all over the floor but if she got up and walked, that's exactly what he would see. "Honestly, Carter, I don't think I can get home without throwing up if I move," She admitted finally. "Want me to take you home?" He offered. "Um." Abby truly did. And after all, this was her boyfriend. "I'm so sorry to say this, but can you?" "Sure, I'll get my Jeep pulled up and I'll help you walk out once I do. I'll be back in a few minutes," He said then poured his coffee down the sink.