Ok, here comes chapter 2, which there is some Cordano in. I hope you all like it. I hope I'm doing okay at keeping both Robert and Elizabeth in character, let me know!
Disclaimer: I do not own ER, blah, blah, blah….
Feedback is greatly appreciated!
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As Elizabeth stormed furiously down the hall, her pager went off. She was needed in the ER right away for multiple GSW's. She punched the button for the elevator and made her way down to the chaotic ER.
There were three victims being wheeled in as Elizabeth stepped off the elevator, and two had already been brought in just seconds earlier.
"Elizabeth," Susan called out. "They need you in trauma one!"
She nodded and quickened her pace to get to trauma one. The patient was just being transferred onto the bed when she came in, and Dr. Romano and Haleh were already working diligently on taking his blood pressure and listening to his chest. Elizabeth grabbed some gloves and jumped in asking for the patients BP.
As Elizabeth made her way over to the bed to begin to assess the patient, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Damn morning sickness, she thought to herself, cursing under her breath. She swallowed hard and tried to ignore the churning feeling in her stomach. She took a deep breath in through her nose, hoping to calm her stomach a little, and then suddenly reached out to grip the rail of the bed with her hands as a wave of dizziness overcame her. She put her head down a little, taking a few deep breaths to try to overcome the nausea and dizziness.
"You okay?" asked Robert, seeing that her eyes were closed. She looked as if she was in pain.
"No," she said, and then paused. "I'm going to be sick," she blurted out and quickly dashed out of the room, heading towards the bathroom. As she pulled the bathroom door open she could hear Romano yelling from the trauma room.
"We need to intubate this guy now. Someone get Dr. Kovac in here and call for another surgeon!"
Elizabeth barely had time to get into the nearest stall and lock the door before she got sick. She lost everything she had eaten for breakfast, which consisted of a bagel with cream cheese, orange juice, and the two Tylenol she had taken for her headache.
Kneeling down on the cold tile floor, she threw up for about three minutes straight before she had a chance to catch her breath. By now there was nothing left in her stomach, so she ended up dry heaving for another ten minutes when she heard the bathroom door open.
"Elizabeth, are you in here?" It was Robert. She didn't answer. Her knees were beginning to hurt from kneeling down on the hard tile, so she sat down on the floor, leaning back against the side of the stall and pulling her knees up to her chest.
Robert looked under the stalls searching for any sign that Elizabeth was still in here. She could have went back up to surgery, he thought. But then he spotted someone sitting on the floor in the first stall. He knocked on the door lightly.
"Lizzie, are you okay?"
"Go away Robert, " she finally said to him.
"I want to make sure you're all right first," he said adamantly.
She reached up to unlock the door and pushed it open, but made no move to get up. She was crying. There was no sound, but Robert could clearly see the tears streaming freely down her cheeks.
Suddenly a look of dread crossed her face, and she quickly got to her knees in front of the toilet and began to throw up again.
"Just leave me alone, Robert. You don't need to watch this," Elizabeth told him in between her heaving.
Instead of listening to her, he stepped into the stall and got on his knees behind her, reaching out to hold onto her hair and keep it from falling into her face. Gently, he placed his hand on her back, rubbing small, comforting circles.
After she was sure she was done, she fell weakly back against Robert, almost forgetting he was there.
"Sorry," she said, taking a deep breath and shifting to lean against the wall. Robert got up and grabbed a paper towel, handing it to her as he crouched down in front of her.
"You done?" he questioned, gesturing towards the toilet.
She nodded and he reached to flush it. She wiped her mouth with the paper towel Robert had given her and then dabbed at her eyes, which were red and puffy from crying.
Robert sat down on the floor facing her. "Now what's going on, are you sick?" he asked, concerned. He reached out to feel her forehead, which seemed to feel normal to him.
"You don't have a fever," he told her.
"I'm not sick," she told him, resting her forehead against her knees. She was speaking quietly, and he had to strain to hear what she was saying.
"I'm pregnant," she said, barely above a whisper.
Disclaimer: I do not own ER, blah, blah, blah….
Feedback is greatly appreciated!
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As Elizabeth stormed furiously down the hall, her pager went off. She was needed in the ER right away for multiple GSW's. She punched the button for the elevator and made her way down to the chaotic ER.
There were three victims being wheeled in as Elizabeth stepped off the elevator, and two had already been brought in just seconds earlier.
"Elizabeth," Susan called out. "They need you in trauma one!"
She nodded and quickened her pace to get to trauma one. The patient was just being transferred onto the bed when she came in, and Dr. Romano and Haleh were already working diligently on taking his blood pressure and listening to his chest. Elizabeth grabbed some gloves and jumped in asking for the patients BP.
As Elizabeth made her way over to the bed to begin to assess the patient, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Damn morning sickness, she thought to herself, cursing under her breath. She swallowed hard and tried to ignore the churning feeling in her stomach. She took a deep breath in through her nose, hoping to calm her stomach a little, and then suddenly reached out to grip the rail of the bed with her hands as a wave of dizziness overcame her. She put her head down a little, taking a few deep breaths to try to overcome the nausea and dizziness.
"You okay?" asked Robert, seeing that her eyes were closed. She looked as if she was in pain.
"No," she said, and then paused. "I'm going to be sick," she blurted out and quickly dashed out of the room, heading towards the bathroom. As she pulled the bathroom door open she could hear Romano yelling from the trauma room.
"We need to intubate this guy now. Someone get Dr. Kovac in here and call for another surgeon!"
Elizabeth barely had time to get into the nearest stall and lock the door before she got sick. She lost everything she had eaten for breakfast, which consisted of a bagel with cream cheese, orange juice, and the two Tylenol she had taken for her headache.
Kneeling down on the cold tile floor, she threw up for about three minutes straight before she had a chance to catch her breath. By now there was nothing left in her stomach, so she ended up dry heaving for another ten minutes when she heard the bathroom door open.
"Elizabeth, are you in here?" It was Robert. She didn't answer. Her knees were beginning to hurt from kneeling down on the hard tile, so she sat down on the floor, leaning back against the side of the stall and pulling her knees up to her chest.
Robert looked under the stalls searching for any sign that Elizabeth was still in here. She could have went back up to surgery, he thought. But then he spotted someone sitting on the floor in the first stall. He knocked on the door lightly.
"Lizzie, are you okay?"
"Go away Robert, " she finally said to him.
"I want to make sure you're all right first," he said adamantly.
She reached up to unlock the door and pushed it open, but made no move to get up. She was crying. There was no sound, but Robert could clearly see the tears streaming freely down her cheeks.
Suddenly a look of dread crossed her face, and she quickly got to her knees in front of the toilet and began to throw up again.
"Just leave me alone, Robert. You don't need to watch this," Elizabeth told him in between her heaving.
Instead of listening to her, he stepped into the stall and got on his knees behind her, reaching out to hold onto her hair and keep it from falling into her face. Gently, he placed his hand on her back, rubbing small, comforting circles.
After she was sure she was done, she fell weakly back against Robert, almost forgetting he was there.
"Sorry," she said, taking a deep breath and shifting to lean against the wall. Robert got up and grabbed a paper towel, handing it to her as he crouched down in front of her.
"You done?" he questioned, gesturing towards the toilet.
She nodded and he reached to flush it. She wiped her mouth with the paper towel Robert had given her and then dabbed at her eyes, which were red and puffy from crying.
Robert sat down on the floor facing her. "Now what's going on, are you sick?" he asked, concerned. He reached out to feel her forehead, which seemed to feel normal to him.
"You don't have a fever," he told her.
"I'm not sick," she told him, resting her forehead against her knees. She was speaking quietly, and he had to strain to hear what she was saying.
"I'm pregnant," she said, barely above a whisper.
