A/N-so I got a few complaints about short chaps, here you go a long one, last one you get for a while, unless you want it to suck. I have the attention span of a....ooo, lookie! Fishy! Game! Fun!
She put the last thing in the box, the soft white lab coat, the last thing that was a memory of her time sepnt at County. The white lab coat with "E. Corday, Surgery" on it, the last thing that she had. She went to fold it up, before she looked at it again. She wanted to wear it out, but she knew that she'd probably be stopped by someone wanting a consult. She halved it, and laid it on the top of the box, right over top of a photo of her Mark and Ella, all three of them looking so happy together.
She heard the door to the locker room open and someone knock. She looked up to find Morris standing in the doorway. "My dad said he'd be glad to discuss your case over lunch. Can you meet him at Theresa's in half an hour?" He said, looking at her, waiting for her response. She nodded at him.
"Sure." She replied.
"Great, he'll see you there. Hope things work out for you Doctor Corday." He said, before turning and walking out, leaving her a private moment alone. She picked up the box and headed out to her car. She checked her appearence in the visor mirror, she wouldn't have the time to stop home and change if she had to make it across town in Chicago traffic to the quaint little Italian restaurant.
She walked into the little place, and found a young man, he couldn't have been more than ten years older than herself sitting in one of the chairs for waiting customers, who stood up as she walked in. "Dr. Corday?" He questioned. He could see where his son had gotten his ravishing looks from, he had the same red hair, although slightly thinning and speckled with grey, and the same dark hazel eyes. She shook his hand and the maitre d' showed them to their table.
"Thank you for all of this Mr. Morris." She said quietly as she settled into the seat. He smiled at her.
"Anything for a mentor to my son. I've heard so much about you from him. So tell me, how's he doing?" She searched for a tactful way to put things.
"Well, he's come very far in the few months he's been here." That wasn't a lie, he had improved drastically since he arrived. It didn't mean he was a fully compitent doctor, but he had improved a good way.
"Don't kid me Dr. Corday, tell me honestly, should he give up?" He asked her as the waiter arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses. They ordered quickly before resuming the conversation.
"I don't think he should give up, he has potential." She said, the closest thing to a compliment she could give to the young doctor.
"I told you not to kid me. I know he didn't want to go into emergency medicine."
"What did he want to do?"
"He wanted to be a doctor, but he wanted to be a pharmocologist. Wanted to turn his hobby into his job." He chuckled at his joke. "I pressured him into going into a 'real' field of medicine."
"Well, he doesn't seem very happy in the ER." She admitted.
"He was never much of a people person. Sure he's sociable, but he doesn't like having to deal with a lot of people on a daily basis. Tell me Doctor, is it possible that you can transfer his residency? I know you have a pharmacology residency, all you have to do is switch him, and I'll wave all charge." She nodded.
"I can't make any guareentees-" she started, before he cut her off.
"Neither can I. Do you have your letter from the INS with you?" She nodded and fished it out of her purse. He looked at it before he held it up to the light.
"Well now, seems we've got a tampered letter here." He said after a minute. He held it up closer to her. "You see that? There was a different date up there, whoever changed it did a very good job of it." She could see where there was a difference on the back, undectable from the front, but noticeable on the back. "It might be enough to postpone it, but I'm not sure. What did you say the name of your INS agent was?" the food had arrived, a welcome distraction.
"A Norman Keyes." She replied, taking a bite of her linguine and clam sauce. "Short little bald man, smokes horrible cheap cigars." She said, laughing at her unkind description of the man.
"Do you think he has any reason to have a personal vendetta against you?" He replied. "Most INS agents don't tamper with the letter." He pointed out, squinting to see the original date. "Wow, he was supposed to give this to you three weeks ago." He pointed out. "Looks like you better get packing, don't know how much I can do in this time period. I'll try my hardest." He said, and she nodded.
"And I'll see what I can do about switching your son's residency."
"Thank you Doctor Corday. Ethan's a bright boy, he just doesn't always show it." It took her a minute to comprehend who the other man was talking about before she realized that Morris must have a first name, that he simply wasn't just plain Morris. She smiled and nodded. The waiter brought by the check, and she went to pay for her part at least before the man she was sitting across from reached for his wallet. "Please, it's on me, it's the least I can do. I do this thing for a living, I know how hard it must be to change a residency." He said, and placed the cash for the meal in the check holder.
"Thank you very much Mr. Morris." She said getting up, and following him to the door.
"Thank you Doctor Corday. I'll do my best."
"As will I." She said, before getting into her car, heading back to the hospital to see what she could work out.
She put the last thing in the box, the soft white lab coat, the last thing that was a memory of her time sepnt at County. The white lab coat with "E. Corday, Surgery" on it, the last thing that she had. She went to fold it up, before she looked at it again. She wanted to wear it out, but she knew that she'd probably be stopped by someone wanting a consult. She halved it, and laid it on the top of the box, right over top of a photo of her Mark and Ella, all three of them looking so happy together.
She heard the door to the locker room open and someone knock. She looked up to find Morris standing in the doorway. "My dad said he'd be glad to discuss your case over lunch. Can you meet him at Theresa's in half an hour?" He said, looking at her, waiting for her response. She nodded at him.
"Sure." She replied.
"Great, he'll see you there. Hope things work out for you Doctor Corday." He said, before turning and walking out, leaving her a private moment alone. She picked up the box and headed out to her car. She checked her appearence in the visor mirror, she wouldn't have the time to stop home and change if she had to make it across town in Chicago traffic to the quaint little Italian restaurant.
She walked into the little place, and found a young man, he couldn't have been more than ten years older than herself sitting in one of the chairs for waiting customers, who stood up as she walked in. "Dr. Corday?" He questioned. He could see where his son had gotten his ravishing looks from, he had the same red hair, although slightly thinning and speckled with grey, and the same dark hazel eyes. She shook his hand and the maitre d' showed them to their table.
"Thank you for all of this Mr. Morris." She said quietly as she settled into the seat. He smiled at her.
"Anything for a mentor to my son. I've heard so much about you from him. So tell me, how's he doing?" She searched for a tactful way to put things.
"Well, he's come very far in the few months he's been here." That wasn't a lie, he had improved drastically since he arrived. It didn't mean he was a fully compitent doctor, but he had improved a good way.
"Don't kid me Dr. Corday, tell me honestly, should he give up?" He asked her as the waiter arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses. They ordered quickly before resuming the conversation.
"I don't think he should give up, he has potential." She said, the closest thing to a compliment she could give to the young doctor.
"I told you not to kid me. I know he didn't want to go into emergency medicine."
"What did he want to do?"
"He wanted to be a doctor, but he wanted to be a pharmocologist. Wanted to turn his hobby into his job." He chuckled at his joke. "I pressured him into going into a 'real' field of medicine."
"Well, he doesn't seem very happy in the ER." She admitted.
"He was never much of a people person. Sure he's sociable, but he doesn't like having to deal with a lot of people on a daily basis. Tell me Doctor, is it possible that you can transfer his residency? I know you have a pharmacology residency, all you have to do is switch him, and I'll wave all charge." She nodded.
"I can't make any guareentees-" she started, before he cut her off.
"Neither can I. Do you have your letter from the INS with you?" She nodded and fished it out of her purse. He looked at it before he held it up to the light.
"Well now, seems we've got a tampered letter here." He said after a minute. He held it up closer to her. "You see that? There was a different date up there, whoever changed it did a very good job of it." She could see where there was a difference on the back, undectable from the front, but noticeable on the back. "It might be enough to postpone it, but I'm not sure. What did you say the name of your INS agent was?" the food had arrived, a welcome distraction.
"A Norman Keyes." She replied, taking a bite of her linguine and clam sauce. "Short little bald man, smokes horrible cheap cigars." She said, laughing at her unkind description of the man.
"Do you think he has any reason to have a personal vendetta against you?" He replied. "Most INS agents don't tamper with the letter." He pointed out, squinting to see the original date. "Wow, he was supposed to give this to you three weeks ago." He pointed out. "Looks like you better get packing, don't know how much I can do in this time period. I'll try my hardest." He said, and she nodded.
"And I'll see what I can do about switching your son's residency."
"Thank you Doctor Corday. Ethan's a bright boy, he just doesn't always show it." It took her a minute to comprehend who the other man was talking about before she realized that Morris must have a first name, that he simply wasn't just plain Morris. She smiled and nodded. The waiter brought by the check, and she went to pay for her part at least before the man she was sitting across from reached for his wallet. "Please, it's on me, it's the least I can do. I do this thing for a living, I know how hard it must be to change a residency." He said, and placed the cash for the meal in the check holder.
"Thank you very much Mr. Morris." She said getting up, and following him to the door.
"Thank you Doctor Corday. I'll do my best."
"As will I." She said, before getting into her car, heading back to the hospital to see what she could work out.