He found himself sprawled out on the couch in his office, running his one
good hand down his face, as he tried to think of something, anything,
before it hit him. Luka Kovac, he had had to go through all the joys of the
Immigration and Naturalization service, he had to know what it would take
to stay in the country. He reached for the phone from his position, and
dialed the front desk. "Hey, Jerry, send Kovac in here will you?" the other
man signaled his compliance with a grunt, before hanging up the phone.
A short while later the other doctor walked in, looking rather angry. "What do you want Romano?" he asked in his heavily accented voice.
"Ah, Luka, just the man I wanted to see." A smirk appeared on Romano's face as he stood up to talk to the other man.
"Just get this over with Romano, what do you want." Romano chuckled, purposely annoying the other man.
"I just have a question for you, what does it ta ke to prevent you from being deported?" Luka looked at the other doctor.
"If you dare try to deport me."
"Naw, you haven't ticked me off that much yet Igor, but what does it take?"
"Oh, lots of things can get you deported, crime, not having a work visa, not having a valid passport, take your pick." Romano thought about it.
"And if you lacked any of those documents, anything you could do to stay in the country?" Luka looked at the man strangely.
"Pray the INS doesn't catch you, or marry a US citizen."
"You can't get another work visa?"
"It usually takes at least a week for them to finalize." Romano shrugged.
"You can go now." Romano said, dismissing the other man with a flick of his hand. The other doctor stood there for a second before leaving, wondering what it was all about. He wandered down to the Admit desk.
"Hey Jerry, do you have any clue why Romano would be asking about deportation laws?" Jerry fought for a minute to remember the reason why.
"Oh yeah, Corday's being deported." Susan, who had had the misfortune of picking up a chart spewed the sip of coffee she had just taken back into her cup.
"She's being deported?" She asked Jerry, shocked and amazed.
"Well, some guy from the INS had me pull her out of a surgery claiming she was an illegal alien." Susan and Luka just stared at Jerry, who shrugged. "Hey, don't look at me, I didn't come up with the idea to deport her." Luka ran a hand through his hair and down over his tanned face, fresh out of the Congo.
"The only thing I know of is that she has to marry someone here, and stay married to them for two years." Susan, Luka and Jerry looked around at all the busy doctors and nurses, before looking back at each other and laughing as they realized what they were all doing.
"Let's see, who would be a good match for Corday." Susan said, looking around.
"Coop?" Luka suggested as the man looked by. He looked up when he heard his name, but when the other doctors said nothing, he kept walking.
"Naw, a guy with asthma and babies don't mix."
"Yosh?" Jerry suggested. They looked at the nurse, but shook their head.
"Morris?" All three of them dissolved into laughter as Abby walked by.
"What's so funny?" she asked the gaggle of doctors.
"We're trying to figure out who here would marry Corday." Jerry quipped, still looking at who was there.
"I didn't realize she was that desperate." Abby replied, dropping a handful of charts down on the desk before grabbing another three.
"She's getting deported." Abby nodded at them, slightly shocked at what Susan had just said.
"Right." She nodded at them. "It's April Fool's day, isn't it?"
"Would we dare to envision her with Morris if it was?" Susan replied, and Abby's face contorted from disgust to laughter as she pictured it as well.
"I think you all might want to start moving, Bionic Man is on his way, and he doesn't look happy." The doctors looked up in time to see Romano heading towards them with just enough time to have them look busy.
"Shouldn't you all be seeing patients?" Romano asked as he checked the board. The lack of Elizabeth's name on it reminded him of the fact that he was pressed for time for an idea to keep her in this country.
"We were just about to." Luka said, heading off with the chart he had just grabbed. Susan followed suit, leaving Romano and Jerry alone. Romano looked at the fat desk clerk before grabbing a chart himself, knowing that the desk clerk had pretty much just told the entire hospital what had happened to the surgeon who was probably at home at that very moment packing for her return trip, for good.
A short while later the other doctor walked in, looking rather angry. "What do you want Romano?" he asked in his heavily accented voice.
"Ah, Luka, just the man I wanted to see." A smirk appeared on Romano's face as he stood up to talk to the other man.
"Just get this over with Romano, what do you want." Romano chuckled, purposely annoying the other man.
"I just have a question for you, what does it ta ke to prevent you from being deported?" Luka looked at the other doctor.
"If you dare try to deport me."
"Naw, you haven't ticked me off that much yet Igor, but what does it take?"
"Oh, lots of things can get you deported, crime, not having a work visa, not having a valid passport, take your pick." Romano thought about it.
"And if you lacked any of those documents, anything you could do to stay in the country?" Luka looked at the man strangely.
"Pray the INS doesn't catch you, or marry a US citizen."
"You can't get another work visa?"
"It usually takes at least a week for them to finalize." Romano shrugged.
"You can go now." Romano said, dismissing the other man with a flick of his hand. The other doctor stood there for a second before leaving, wondering what it was all about. He wandered down to the Admit desk.
"Hey Jerry, do you have any clue why Romano would be asking about deportation laws?" Jerry fought for a minute to remember the reason why.
"Oh yeah, Corday's being deported." Susan, who had had the misfortune of picking up a chart spewed the sip of coffee she had just taken back into her cup.
"She's being deported?" She asked Jerry, shocked and amazed.
"Well, some guy from the INS had me pull her out of a surgery claiming she was an illegal alien." Susan and Luka just stared at Jerry, who shrugged. "Hey, don't look at me, I didn't come up with the idea to deport her." Luka ran a hand through his hair and down over his tanned face, fresh out of the Congo.
"The only thing I know of is that she has to marry someone here, and stay married to them for two years." Susan, Luka and Jerry looked around at all the busy doctors and nurses, before looking back at each other and laughing as they realized what they were all doing.
"Let's see, who would be a good match for Corday." Susan said, looking around.
"Coop?" Luka suggested as the man looked by. He looked up when he heard his name, but when the other doctors said nothing, he kept walking.
"Naw, a guy with asthma and babies don't mix."
"Yosh?" Jerry suggested. They looked at the nurse, but shook their head.
"Morris?" All three of them dissolved into laughter as Abby walked by.
"What's so funny?" she asked the gaggle of doctors.
"We're trying to figure out who here would marry Corday." Jerry quipped, still looking at who was there.
"I didn't realize she was that desperate." Abby replied, dropping a handful of charts down on the desk before grabbing another three.
"She's getting deported." Abby nodded at them, slightly shocked at what Susan had just said.
"Right." She nodded at them. "It's April Fool's day, isn't it?"
"Would we dare to envision her with Morris if it was?" Susan replied, and Abby's face contorted from disgust to laughter as she pictured it as well.
"I think you all might want to start moving, Bionic Man is on his way, and he doesn't look happy." The doctors looked up in time to see Romano heading towards them with just enough time to have them look busy.
"Shouldn't you all be seeing patients?" Romano asked as he checked the board. The lack of Elizabeth's name on it reminded him of the fact that he was pressed for time for an idea to keep her in this country.
"We were just about to." Luka said, heading off with the chart he had just grabbed. Susan followed suit, leaving Romano and Jerry alone. Romano looked at the fat desk clerk before grabbing a chart himself, knowing that the desk clerk had pretty much just told the entire hospital what had happened to the surgeon who was probably at home at that very moment packing for her return trip, for good.