Authors Note- This chapter is courtesy of Abby Lockhart2, we are co-writing this fic. She did an awesome job writing it, so take a look. We are switching back and forth from Abby and Carters POV's.
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I woke up, my back was killing me again. The worst thing about sleeping on the couch in the lounge, back problems. Permanent. I walked towards the desk, Chuny waking me up since the new resident was here. Anna, or Angie, or something. I don't care. She better be able to hold up in the hospital. I have too many things going on at once. I walked slowly trying to get the knots out of my neck, but it didn't work. I ran my hand through my hair, not like I needed someone to impress or anything, but I might as well look presentable. I saw Susan talking to some short, small brunette, handing her a lab coat. Aha. That must be her. I headed over there, not sure about what I was supposed to do. What was this whole thing about Chief. More paper work and longer shifts. Big deal. I smiled at Susan. She was okay. We had given the whole "us" thing a shot, and it didn't work out. I don't' exactly know why. But she's still a close friend. I stood behind her, listening to what Susan was talking about, discharges, board, admits. Boring stuff. Let the girl get to work and show me what she's got.
"Thanks Susan, I'll take it from here."
I turned to the woman, she was even shorter than I had originally thought. She was cute. Older for sure, but definitely cute. I looked at her, and I was going to smile. But then I thought against it. I couldn't give her an easy first day. It wouldn't be fair. I grabbed 4 charts from the nearby rack, and practically threw them at her.
"Start with those, and I'm going to give you 4 every 10 minutes so I suggest you get to it."
Those charts were beginning to build up, and I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and get to an actual bed. I grabbed two myself heading off after her. I needed to keep an eye on her for a while. Hopefully she wouldn't' be stupid enough to kill anyone on her first day. But who knows. She didn't look too bright. And Susan liked her. That was always a bad sign. I got to my first patients room which was conveniently being shared by her patient. I still didn't even know her name. She was helping the old woman onto the bed, quickly asking about some problems. I caught her name, Dr. Abby Lockhart. That name sounds familiar. Who knows maybe I've met her somewhere before. Or not. Or one of her relatives. Whatever it may be, I have patients to get to.
I walked out of the room hesitantly, not sure if to trust her yet. I walked straight into Susan.
"She's great isn't she?"
I looked at her, questioning her sanity mentally. She hadn't been here even three minutes and all of a sudden everyone thinks she's great.
"We'll see if she can make it through a shift."
Susan laughed. "Better than you can."
Susan's sarcasm always gets the best of me. It's not my fault I've been having to pull triple shifts since the last resident left. I get tired. I fall asleep. It's human nature. I watched her working through the window, she was calmly explaining something to an old woman, and comforting her. I headed towards the room once more.
"Dr. Lockarm, don't you have other patients?"
She gave me the death stare, I knew it. I walked outside, hoping she would get the idea to follow me. She did. She was a smart one, wasn't she?
"First of all, it's Dr. Lockhart, and second you have no right to tell me how to manage my time!"
Yes, actually I do. I'm your boss.
"You have another 4 patients waiting for you at the front desk. This isn't a private hospital. We have about 40 people waiting to be seen, and more on the way."
We couldn't afford to be spending so much time with individual patients. Treat them and street them. That's the only way to get through a day.
"Yes, so we're just supposed to ignore our patient's feelings?"
I was getting a little bit frustrated. Why couldn't she understand that we have so much work to do that we don't have time.
"Let psyche deal with them."
I knew she was getting angry.
"Excuse me, I have to spend time with my patient."
She just turned around and left me. She went back to her patient and started talking to her again. She had nerve, and a big problem with respect. I don't like her. I don't like her at all. Who hired her in the first place?
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I woke up, my back was killing me again. The worst thing about sleeping on the couch in the lounge, back problems. Permanent. I walked towards the desk, Chuny waking me up since the new resident was here. Anna, or Angie, or something. I don't care. She better be able to hold up in the hospital. I have too many things going on at once. I walked slowly trying to get the knots out of my neck, but it didn't work. I ran my hand through my hair, not like I needed someone to impress or anything, but I might as well look presentable. I saw Susan talking to some short, small brunette, handing her a lab coat. Aha. That must be her. I headed over there, not sure about what I was supposed to do. What was this whole thing about Chief. More paper work and longer shifts. Big deal. I smiled at Susan. She was okay. We had given the whole "us" thing a shot, and it didn't work out. I don't' exactly know why. But she's still a close friend. I stood behind her, listening to what Susan was talking about, discharges, board, admits. Boring stuff. Let the girl get to work and show me what she's got.
"Thanks Susan, I'll take it from here."
I turned to the woman, she was even shorter than I had originally thought. She was cute. Older for sure, but definitely cute. I looked at her, and I was going to smile. But then I thought against it. I couldn't give her an easy first day. It wouldn't be fair. I grabbed 4 charts from the nearby rack, and practically threw them at her.
"Start with those, and I'm going to give you 4 every 10 minutes so I suggest you get to it."
Those charts were beginning to build up, and I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and get to an actual bed. I grabbed two myself heading off after her. I needed to keep an eye on her for a while. Hopefully she wouldn't' be stupid enough to kill anyone on her first day. But who knows. She didn't look too bright. And Susan liked her. That was always a bad sign. I got to my first patients room which was conveniently being shared by her patient. I still didn't even know her name. She was helping the old woman onto the bed, quickly asking about some problems. I caught her name, Dr. Abby Lockhart. That name sounds familiar. Who knows maybe I've met her somewhere before. Or not. Or one of her relatives. Whatever it may be, I have patients to get to.
I walked out of the room hesitantly, not sure if to trust her yet. I walked straight into Susan.
"She's great isn't she?"
I looked at her, questioning her sanity mentally. She hadn't been here even three minutes and all of a sudden everyone thinks she's great.
"We'll see if she can make it through a shift."
Susan laughed. "Better than you can."
Susan's sarcasm always gets the best of me. It's not my fault I've been having to pull triple shifts since the last resident left. I get tired. I fall asleep. It's human nature. I watched her working through the window, she was calmly explaining something to an old woman, and comforting her. I headed towards the room once more.
"Dr. Lockarm, don't you have other patients?"
She gave me the death stare, I knew it. I walked outside, hoping she would get the idea to follow me. She did. She was a smart one, wasn't she?
"First of all, it's Dr. Lockhart, and second you have no right to tell me how to manage my time!"
Yes, actually I do. I'm your boss.
"You have another 4 patients waiting for you at the front desk. This isn't a private hospital. We have about 40 people waiting to be seen, and more on the way."
We couldn't afford to be spending so much time with individual patients. Treat them and street them. That's the only way to get through a day.
"Yes, so we're just supposed to ignore our patient's feelings?"
I was getting a little bit frustrated. Why couldn't she understand that we have so much work to do that we don't have time.
"Let psyche deal with them."
I knew she was getting angry.
"Excuse me, I have to spend time with my patient."
She just turned around and left me. She went back to her patient and started talking to her again. She had nerve, and a big problem with respect. I don't like her. I don't like her at all. Who hired her in the first place?