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Author's note: Thank you so much for the reviews. They made me fell pink and fluffy inside. I'm going to keep going with the story. It does have slight Carby, but that's not the main focus. Maybe Sam/Luka, we'll just have to see. The timeline may be a little off. Just say Sam and Luka have been dating about a month, they had a fight yesterday and Luka went out and did the normal thing: Got drunk and slept with some other woman. This chapter doesn't sit well with me, so review and tell me if you think it's wrong. Also, keep your eyes open for my other WIP er fic.
Chapter two,
Luka opened the door to the doctor's lounge, but before he could even begin to work out what he was going to say a voice called:
"Kovac. We need you."
It was Susan, following a gurney in through the doors. Luka looked up at Sam, rolled his eyes and promised her they would talk later.
He pushed open the door to the trauma room and saw Susan bending over a teenage girl covered in blood. Chuny was running around doing various nursish things and then he saw some one he didn't recognise.
Or did he? His stomach now felt like it was coming out of his mouth as he realised it was her. The girl who had been in his apartment that morning. The girl who he had cheated on Sam with. Why was she here?
Susan looked up and spotted him, he couldn't escape. Damn.
"Luka Kovac, Zoë Carter. Zoë, Luka." Susan said turning back to the patient and asked Chuny for the sats.
Zoë looked up and stared. It was him! What was he doing here? She studied him and noticed his white coat.
"Damn it," She thought, "he must work here."
Susan looked up again and near yelled: "Luka, I need help. She's bleeding out."
Luke sighed; this was not going to be a good day. His head still hurt, he felt guilty and now she was here. Carter. That was what Susan had said her name was. Luka could have hit himself on the forehead there and then. That was where he knew her eyes. She looked so like him now he studied her carefully as she helped Susan slow the patient's bleeding. Her hair was the same colour as Carter's, her eyes the same shape and size. Even their face shapes were similar. Luka couldn't work out why he had not noticed it before.
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So the patient did not make it, she had crashed and there was nothing they could do.
Susan was saying to Zoë: "It's crappy I know, my first patient died too."
He had to talk to her, to tell her not to mention it. To pretend like it never happened, like they had never met.
She was standing over by the bored now, getting a lesson on how to use it from Abby. Most people seemed to like her. She was a relation of Carter's, she had to be good.
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He didn't really get a chance to speak to her through out the day, but as her shift was nearly coming to an end he saw his chance.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into an empty exam room.
She looked up at him; she was sort of small, around 5'2, maybe a little more.
"Hey!" She said. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" he asked, sounding angrier than he meant to.
"I work here, turns out you do too. So let's just forget it ever happened okay?" She said, her voice dripping with English sarcasm.
Luka was stunned; she took the words out of his mouth.
"Fine." He said, getting up, walking out of the room and bumping directly into Sam, who he had also managed to avoid all day.
She dropped all the charts she was carrying and bent to pick them up. Luka handed one to her and smiled. He was just not going to mention the fact that he had gotten so drunk he had forgotten about her and slept with some other woman who just so happened to be a new doctor. Yes, just ignore that little fact and it'll go away.
She smiled back at him "Ready to talk now?" she asked, and when he nodded the both headed for the lounge.
Sam began to pick at the skin on her left thumb as she watched Luka pour himself a coffee. "I'm gunna make this quick, I have to pick Alex up. But I miss you. I was pissed, angry and tired. I didn't mean any of the shit I said, I was just pissed at you."
Luka looked at her over the rim of his coffee mug. She always did this, whenever they had a fight, she always pinned the blame on him.
"Sam, you can't go on treating me like this." He finally muttered.
She looked up at him, hurt detectable in her brown eyes. "Like what?"
"Throwing me away and the picking me back up again when ever you feel like it." He was getting angry now.
"I don't throw you away. Luka, you're important to me." She said she looked confused.
"You do. You argue with me, pick fights, worry about the little things. And then I come running back." His anger towards his present situation, towards her and towards vodka in general came gushing out. "I mean, why do you think I slept with Zoë?" he spat.
Author's note: Thank you so much for the reviews. They made me fell pink and fluffy inside. I'm going to keep going with the story. It does have slight Carby, but that's not the main focus. Maybe Sam/Luka, we'll just have to see. The timeline may be a little off. Just say Sam and Luka have been dating about a month, they had a fight yesterday and Luka went out and did the normal thing: Got drunk and slept with some other woman. This chapter doesn't sit well with me, so review and tell me if you think it's wrong. Also, keep your eyes open for my other WIP er fic.
Chapter two,
Luka opened the door to the doctor's lounge, but before he could even begin to work out what he was going to say a voice called:
"Kovac. We need you."
It was Susan, following a gurney in through the doors. Luka looked up at Sam, rolled his eyes and promised her they would talk later.
He pushed open the door to the trauma room and saw Susan bending over a teenage girl covered in blood. Chuny was running around doing various nursish things and then he saw some one he didn't recognise.
Or did he? His stomach now felt like it was coming out of his mouth as he realised it was her. The girl who had been in his apartment that morning. The girl who he had cheated on Sam with. Why was she here?
Susan looked up and spotted him, he couldn't escape. Damn.
"Luka Kovac, Zoë Carter. Zoë, Luka." Susan said turning back to the patient and asked Chuny for the sats.
Zoë looked up and stared. It was him! What was he doing here? She studied him and noticed his white coat.
"Damn it," She thought, "he must work here."
Susan looked up again and near yelled: "Luka, I need help. She's bleeding out."
Luke sighed; this was not going to be a good day. His head still hurt, he felt guilty and now she was here. Carter. That was what Susan had said her name was. Luka could have hit himself on the forehead there and then. That was where he knew her eyes. She looked so like him now he studied her carefully as she helped Susan slow the patient's bleeding. Her hair was the same colour as Carter's, her eyes the same shape and size. Even their face shapes were similar. Luka couldn't work out why he had not noticed it before.
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So the patient did not make it, she had crashed and there was nothing they could do.
Susan was saying to Zoë: "It's crappy I know, my first patient died too."
He had to talk to her, to tell her not to mention it. To pretend like it never happened, like they had never met.
She was standing over by the bored now, getting a lesson on how to use it from Abby. Most people seemed to like her. She was a relation of Carter's, she had to be good.
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He didn't really get a chance to speak to her through out the day, but as her shift was nearly coming to an end he saw his chance.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into an empty exam room.
She looked up at him; she was sort of small, around 5'2, maybe a little more.
"Hey!" She said. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" he asked, sounding angrier than he meant to.
"I work here, turns out you do too. So let's just forget it ever happened okay?" She said, her voice dripping with English sarcasm.
Luka was stunned; she took the words out of his mouth.
"Fine." He said, getting up, walking out of the room and bumping directly into Sam, who he had also managed to avoid all day.
She dropped all the charts she was carrying and bent to pick them up. Luka handed one to her and smiled. He was just not going to mention the fact that he had gotten so drunk he had forgotten about her and slept with some other woman who just so happened to be a new doctor. Yes, just ignore that little fact and it'll go away.
She smiled back at him "Ready to talk now?" she asked, and when he nodded the both headed for the lounge.
Sam began to pick at the skin on her left thumb as she watched Luka pour himself a coffee. "I'm gunna make this quick, I have to pick Alex up. But I miss you. I was pissed, angry and tired. I didn't mean any of the shit I said, I was just pissed at you."
Luka looked at her over the rim of his coffee mug. She always did this, whenever they had a fight, she always pinned the blame on him.
"Sam, you can't go on treating me like this." He finally muttered.
She looked up at him, hurt detectable in her brown eyes. "Like what?"
"Throwing me away and the picking me back up again when ever you feel like it." He was getting angry now.
"I don't throw you away. Luka, you're important to me." She said she looked confused.
"You do. You argue with me, pick fights, worry about the little things. And then I come running back." His anger towards his present situation, towards her and towards vodka in general came gushing out. "I mean, why do you think I slept with Zoë?" he spat.