Their reverie was broken a little while later by a thump and the sound of
crying. "Oh no, Ella." Elizabeth groaned. She was about to get up when
Romano stopped her.
"I can handle it." she smiled at him as he disappeared up the flight of stairs towards the room where Ella was. He found the four year old on the ground rocking back and forth clutching her knee screams echoing from her mouth. "Hey there sweetie, what happened?" the way she kept carrying on, he doubt if she even heard him. he picked up the child awkwardly with the use of one arm and a prothestic, but he managed to set the girl down on the dresser to look at what happened.
She seemed to have calmed down a bit now that there was someone to take care of her. he looked at her knee which had just a bit of rugburn and looked for a minute for bandaids, which he found quite quickly in the dresser draw. He was about to put one on when the four year old stopped him. "Mommy always kisses booboos to make them better." He smiled and lowerd his head to kiss the small scrape before putting the bandaid on top of it.
He lowered the blonde haired little girl down the floor, a fait smile on his face. She looked so much more like her father than her mother, but she was still a cute little girl. "Where's mommy? She asked him, already heading out of her room.
"She's downstairs." The little girl headed full speed down the stairs, with Romano following close behind, making sure she didn't fall down again. The little girl saw her mother and ran into her arms.
"Hey there honey." The young girl curled up on her mothers lap.
"Movie." The girl said, pointing at the TV in front of them.
"Which one?"
"Sleepy." Romano chuckeled and looked at Elizabeth.
"Would that be Sleeping Beauty or Snow White?"
"Sleeping Beauty." She said, getting up to turn on the TV when he again stopped her. It was the least he could do. she had helped him through so much when he had his arm amputated, the least he could do was let her relax after the news of her possible deportation had reached her. he put on the movie and went back to the couch. "You don't have to do this you know." She pointed out to him as the familiar Disney castle popped up on the screen.
"It's the least I can do." he said, collapsing against the back of the couch.
"What's your name?" Ella quipped, finally realizing that she had only seen the other man in passing glimpses before.
"Robert." He said, looking down at the little girl.
"Wobet." She said in the slaughtering of the English language that most young children had. He chuckled at it, and even Elizabeth smiled. The settled back to watch the movie, and before long the toll of the past few hours had taken it's toll on Elizabeth and she fell asleep, her head against the back of the sofa, leaving Romano and Ella to sit and watch the movie, Ella indefintly more into the movie than he was.
He never liked Disney movies, he found them to be incredibly sappy and depressing, but he endured it for the child's sake, and for Elizabeth's. He knew who she could marry, someone who wasn't attached to a wife, was a US citizen currently in the United States, and who wasn't about to die from his own stupidity. And here he was, sitting next to her, babysitting her daughter while she slept away the fear that he knew must have settled deep inside of her.
He felt just as afraid. He didn't want to loose her. Not only because of the trouble it would cause the hospital, but also because of the trouble it would cause him. he missed her a lot when she was back in England after Mark's death, he couldn't stand it if he knew that she was going there without a chance of coming back. He could come up with something. He was smart, he had graduated suma cum lade from college, he could find a way around the INS, couldn't he? He could find someone for her to marry at least, at the moment he didn't care who it was, even if it wasn't him.
The movie finished, and he found Ella to be mimicking her mother and was sound asleep. He hoisted the toddler up and carried her gently up the stairs to her room where he laid her down and put a blanket over her before retreating back down the stairs to do the same thing to Elizabeth, watching as she slept peacefully and quietly before he walked out, shutting the door behind him and driving back to the ER, set on trying to come up with something, anything to keep her in the country.
"I can handle it." she smiled at him as he disappeared up the flight of stairs towards the room where Ella was. He found the four year old on the ground rocking back and forth clutching her knee screams echoing from her mouth. "Hey there sweetie, what happened?" the way she kept carrying on, he doubt if she even heard him. he picked up the child awkwardly with the use of one arm and a prothestic, but he managed to set the girl down on the dresser to look at what happened.
She seemed to have calmed down a bit now that there was someone to take care of her. he looked at her knee which had just a bit of rugburn and looked for a minute for bandaids, which he found quite quickly in the dresser draw. He was about to put one on when the four year old stopped him. "Mommy always kisses booboos to make them better." He smiled and lowerd his head to kiss the small scrape before putting the bandaid on top of it.
He lowered the blonde haired little girl down the floor, a fait smile on his face. She looked so much more like her father than her mother, but she was still a cute little girl. "Where's mommy? She asked him, already heading out of her room.
"She's downstairs." The little girl headed full speed down the stairs, with Romano following close behind, making sure she didn't fall down again. The little girl saw her mother and ran into her arms.
"Hey there honey." The young girl curled up on her mothers lap.
"Movie." The girl said, pointing at the TV in front of them.
"Which one?"
"Sleepy." Romano chuckeled and looked at Elizabeth.
"Would that be Sleeping Beauty or Snow White?"
"Sleeping Beauty." She said, getting up to turn on the TV when he again stopped her. It was the least he could do. she had helped him through so much when he had his arm amputated, the least he could do was let her relax after the news of her possible deportation had reached her. he put on the movie and went back to the couch. "You don't have to do this you know." She pointed out to him as the familiar Disney castle popped up on the screen.
"It's the least I can do." he said, collapsing against the back of the couch.
"What's your name?" Ella quipped, finally realizing that she had only seen the other man in passing glimpses before.
"Robert." He said, looking down at the little girl.
"Wobet." She said in the slaughtering of the English language that most young children had. He chuckled at it, and even Elizabeth smiled. The settled back to watch the movie, and before long the toll of the past few hours had taken it's toll on Elizabeth and she fell asleep, her head against the back of the sofa, leaving Romano and Ella to sit and watch the movie, Ella indefintly more into the movie than he was.
He never liked Disney movies, he found them to be incredibly sappy and depressing, but he endured it for the child's sake, and for Elizabeth's. He knew who she could marry, someone who wasn't attached to a wife, was a US citizen currently in the United States, and who wasn't about to die from his own stupidity. And here he was, sitting next to her, babysitting her daughter while she slept away the fear that he knew must have settled deep inside of her.
He felt just as afraid. He didn't want to loose her. Not only because of the trouble it would cause the hospital, but also because of the trouble it would cause him. he missed her a lot when she was back in England after Mark's death, he couldn't stand it if he knew that she was going there without a chance of coming back. He could come up with something. He was smart, he had graduated suma cum lade from college, he could find a way around the INS, couldn't he? He could find someone for her to marry at least, at the moment he didn't care who it was, even if it wasn't him.
The movie finished, and he found Ella to be mimicking her mother and was sound asleep. He hoisted the toddler up and carried her gently up the stairs to her room where he laid her down and put a blanket over her before retreating back down the stairs to do the same thing to Elizabeth, watching as she slept peacefully and quietly before he walked out, shutting the door behind him and driving back to the ER, set on trying to come up with something, anything to keep her in the country.