"Hey, Kovac, your patient is looking for you!" Romano dumped the chart into
the younger doctors hands before retreating back into the room he turned
into his office, and into the endless sea of paperwork that he found dumped
upon him.
Kovac glared at the chart in front of him. he was so glad that she had been quiet for the little time she had been under the morphine, but now she was obviously up and talking, and from the look on Romano's face, obviously being just as snarky as ever. He walked towards the room that they had put her in, and looked at her. "Hey doc, tell me this right now, when the hell can I get out of here?" She was certainly blunt.
"As soon as your burnt leg heals."
"They're both burnt, dumbass." she pointed out. He glared at her, and she grinned sheepishly.
"Well, as soon as we deem you good to go, at least two weeks, probably a month." The same panicked look invaded her eyes, but she hid it quickly.
"Can't you just get rid of me, I have a doctor back home. Save you guys the money." He looked her over, debating the enticing offer. His training got the better of him, and he shook his head, his black hair falling in his eyes. He brushed the stray lock out of the way and glared at her.
"Sorry, but I cant." She pouted at him, but leaned back into the bed.
"I can't stand sitting still. How soon can I start therapy?" She asked him, shifting in the bed trying to find a comfortable position.
"Another day or so. We just want to make sure that your burns aren't infected." She rolled her eyes, but understood the doctor's point of view.
"The sooner the better."
"Why the rush?"
"I hate Chicago, and even worse, I hate hospitals, and I hate being forced in a bed, I like to be able to get up and walk around." To illustrate her point, she stood up and went to swing out of the bed, only to find that her legs didn't want to cooperate.
"That's why you need physical therapy. You had some nerve damage, and you've shattered your pelvis." She groaned as the pain started to sink in, before she eased herself back down on the bed. "You want some more morphine?" she shook her head no. "Tylenol, or Advil, or something." He nodded, and walked outside to call a nurse to grab some for her. "Is that it?" he said, peeking his head back in. she nodded slightly, and he walked away, leaving the nurse with a small cup of water and two Advil for her.
She took them gladly, before looking over at the IV. She could feel the itch starting, and she wanted more morphine, but she had the common sense to avoid it. She knew that she would have trouble with it so temptingly close, knowing that all she had to do is ask, but she had already worked so hard. She tossed and turned a bit, trying to erase the thought of it, the thought that was plaguing her, but was finding it increasingly difficult.
Kovac glared at the chart in front of him. he was so glad that she had been quiet for the little time she had been under the morphine, but now she was obviously up and talking, and from the look on Romano's face, obviously being just as snarky as ever. He walked towards the room that they had put her in, and looked at her. "Hey doc, tell me this right now, when the hell can I get out of here?" She was certainly blunt.
"As soon as your burnt leg heals."
"They're both burnt, dumbass." she pointed out. He glared at her, and she grinned sheepishly.
"Well, as soon as we deem you good to go, at least two weeks, probably a month." The same panicked look invaded her eyes, but she hid it quickly.
"Can't you just get rid of me, I have a doctor back home. Save you guys the money." He looked her over, debating the enticing offer. His training got the better of him, and he shook his head, his black hair falling in his eyes. He brushed the stray lock out of the way and glared at her.
"Sorry, but I cant." She pouted at him, but leaned back into the bed.
"I can't stand sitting still. How soon can I start therapy?" She asked him, shifting in the bed trying to find a comfortable position.
"Another day or so. We just want to make sure that your burns aren't infected." She rolled her eyes, but understood the doctor's point of view.
"The sooner the better."
"Why the rush?"
"I hate Chicago, and even worse, I hate hospitals, and I hate being forced in a bed, I like to be able to get up and walk around." To illustrate her point, she stood up and went to swing out of the bed, only to find that her legs didn't want to cooperate.
"That's why you need physical therapy. You had some nerve damage, and you've shattered your pelvis." She groaned as the pain started to sink in, before she eased herself back down on the bed. "You want some more morphine?" she shook her head no. "Tylenol, or Advil, or something." He nodded, and walked outside to call a nurse to grab some for her. "Is that it?" he said, peeking his head back in. she nodded slightly, and he walked away, leaving the nurse with a small cup of water and two Advil for her.
She took them gladly, before looking over at the IV. She could feel the itch starting, and she wanted more morphine, but she had the common sense to avoid it. She knew that she would have trouble with it so temptingly close, knowing that all she had to do is ask, but she had already worked so hard. She tossed and turned a bit, trying to erase the thought of it, the thought that was plaguing her, but was finding it increasingly difficult.
