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Rating- G- Pg...
Chapter Three
"Hey, I thought you were buying me a cup too." I twirl around to see Abby staring at me feigning seriousness. I release a chuckle, before turning back to the vendor and handing him two dollars. I motion for her to get a cup of coffee, she shrugs ordering her desired cup of coffee. The man hands me the change, and the two of us continue walking back to the hospital. I take a sip of the scalding liquid, wincing as it hits my tongue, well, that will leave a mark. "So... You off?" She asks, obviously trying to make small talk. I'm not one for small talk. I shake my head, another four hours at this dump. She nods her head, smiling a little bit more. "Me neither... I have an hour." I smile again, not really sure of what to say to her.
"Lucky, I'd love to be off in an hour. Home with my kids." My voice dies at the end of the sentence, and she watches as I take another sip of the coffee.
"You have kids?" She asks, now she's intrigued. Not that it bothers me, but around a place like county, curiosity usually leads to questions. Asking about my kids is one thing, but who knows where this conversation will lead. I guess I am just paranoid.
"Two." I answer, "Maddie, and Seb." She smiles, and I continue, they are my favourite subject, so why not indulge myself and talk about them. I will eventually bore her to the point where she will be using County as an excuse to get away from me. "Maddie's Seven, and Seb is Five. This is my first day away from them in a while, so I am a bit-"
"Nervous?" She finishes for me. I nod, a small laugh escapes me, before I figure its time I do the quizzing.
"Do you have kids?" She shakes her head no, a laugh follows that, and she shakes her head more.
"No, no, no, no. Definitely not." Well, she obviously isn't the mothering type.
"Why?" She has me interested now. How someone could not want kids is beyond me. At first they seem like a lot of work, but once, once you spend even five minutes with them, they are perfect. Its like the missing piece to your life, a piece that you didn't know you were missing. They make you complete. Suddenly, everything is different. Your day no longer revolves around you, you live for the sole purpose of nurturing to these little people. Its refreshing, nice, strenuous. You worry, every moment of my day is controlled with thoughts of them. Maybe it will get easier once I am use to this situation a little more. I dive back into reality and listen as Abby lists of reason why children are 'not for her.'
"I am totally unstable..." She finishes with a laugh. "I can barely keep my own life together." I nod, she doesn't seem so bad to me. Of course I don't really know her all that well yet. So she could be, Voo Doo doing, tattoo wearing, pot smoking, nurse. Of course, that is probably way off base. But one never knows.
"Well, your priorities change... Completely when you have kids, I will tell you that much." I say stopping at the ambulance bay. She nods, touching my arm lightly.
"Well, I have to go. Works calling my name... You getting the trauma?" I nod, and watch as she makes her way into the hospital, tending to a drunk that is wandering aimlessly in the waiting area. Susan walks by her, joining me outside for the next trauma.
"I see you and Abby are getting along." She says with a coy smile. I shake my head no, waggling my finger at her, for added effect.
"Susan-" I say in a warning tone.
"What?" She throws her hands up in innocence.
"Don't try and-"
"Oh, John." She says swatting my arm. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hook you up with Abby." I give her a questioning look, well this is definitely a first for her. "She has a boyfriend." Oh, well, this is good. "I am just- I am glad to see you interacting with someone other then me, or your kids, or that picture you have of Becky." She says gloomily, "I want the best for you." Her voice gets a little happier as she continues. "And Abby's great. A little depressing and self deprecating at times. But great. Besides that, she might even be out of your league." She whispers, with a laugh.
"Out of my league? PUH- LEASE!" I wave my hand at her, "I am John Carter, eligible bachelor."
"Bachelor is true, I'm not so sure about eligible." She snorts. Thanks Susan, way to boost my ego. She laughs, tugging at my arm, as we make our way over to the rig, that has just pulled up. I grab onto the side of the gurney, helping the medics to push into the trauma room, listening as the bullet is given to me.
~*~
I shove my gown into the trash. Three hours. We saved her at least, that's all I can hope for. It reinforced my reasons for wanting to be a doctor, after all these years thinking I was in a hopeless career. Trauma's like that way, make me realise that, maybe, just maybe, we are doing some good in there. Even though, lately I have wanted to quit, and find another job. I walk over to admit, thankful, and proud. I flip through a few charts, my eyes meet Franks.
"Hey widower, your kids are here." My heart stops for a moment, all the emotions that have previously invaded my body are gone, now hate, anger and pain replace them.
"Shut the hell up Frank." Abby, quips. "Don't worry about him." She assures me, I nod my head, looking over the charts once again. "You said you had kids right?" I shake my head yes. "Well, someone brought two kids in about an hour ago, left them in the lounge." I run into the lounge, barley letting her complete her sentence. There sits Maddie and Seb.
"Hey guys." I sit in between them, Maddie weasels her way onto my lap.
"Hi dad." Her head rests against my shoulder. "Darlene left us. She said she had to go home, or something. You were busy working, so we just came in here." I nod kissing her forehead. Darlene, my nanny, hardly a good one I guess. I can't believe she did this the first day on the job. There must be some sort of reasonable explanation. Probably not though. Darlene was more like a babysitter, nineteen, and carefree. I should think twice about who I hire next time, although she was the only one who was willing to work those hours.
"Well, kids, I still have to work." I sigh, leaning back. Sebastian stifles a groan, and leans his head against the couch.
"I hate it here." He moans.
"Carter- Your babysitter flaked out on you?"
"Yeah, I guess she wasn't the best choice, huh?" Susan flashes me a sympathetic smile, then opens her locker.
"I can take them with me, and you can swing by my place on your way home, pick them up?"
"YEAH!" Sebastian and Madison chime in, well, it would be better then having them sit here for hours. I smile at her.
"You're a life saver, Susan" I kiss my children, before heading out of the lounge.
"You owe me." I hear Susan call after me. I walk out to the admit, Abby brushes by me into the lounge, she must of had to work overtime.
I am still working, three hours later. The stack of charts seems to grow by the second, I did not miss this aspect of the job. Good thing I have Susan, my trusted friend, to look after the kids tonight. I am not so sure having a career and kids is going to work, now. I thought it could, now its looking bleak. Especially, since my babysitter bailed the first day on the job, three hours into it. I sigh exasperated.
"Oh Sorry-" I look up to see a short, curly blond nurse, popping her head into the exam room, I am currently occupying. Her smile is tight and tired.
"Its okay, I am just finishing up on charts." I explain, she slowly walks into the room. I watch as she takes a seat across from me on the gurney, her feet swinging off the side of the bed. She watches as I jot a few things down on the chart. She makes no attempt to talk to me, for a while. For some reason I feel nervous, I'm not sure why, and I'm not sure I like the feeling.
"So, you're the new attending?" I look up at her.
"Yeah, Carter- John." I smile, she smiles back, her smile widening by the second, causing a flutter in my heart.... What the hell is this??? Not love. No. Definitely, not. I haven't experienced that in years. It could be admiration, or adoration. Its nothing though. She continues to watch me.
"I'm Sam... Sam Taggart." We sit together for a while, in a dark, tense silence, whether this is a good or bad thing, well, I guess only time will tell.
Disclaimer- Nope, not ours, not yet at least;)
Rating- G- Pg...
Chapter Three
"Hey, I thought you were buying me a cup too." I twirl around to see Abby staring at me feigning seriousness. I release a chuckle, before turning back to the vendor and handing him two dollars. I motion for her to get a cup of coffee, she shrugs ordering her desired cup of coffee. The man hands me the change, and the two of us continue walking back to the hospital. I take a sip of the scalding liquid, wincing as it hits my tongue, well, that will leave a mark. "So... You off?" She asks, obviously trying to make small talk. I'm not one for small talk. I shake my head, another four hours at this dump. She nods her head, smiling a little bit more. "Me neither... I have an hour." I smile again, not really sure of what to say to her.
"Lucky, I'd love to be off in an hour. Home with my kids." My voice dies at the end of the sentence, and she watches as I take another sip of the coffee.
"You have kids?" She asks, now she's intrigued. Not that it bothers me, but around a place like county, curiosity usually leads to questions. Asking about my kids is one thing, but who knows where this conversation will lead. I guess I am just paranoid.
"Two." I answer, "Maddie, and Seb." She smiles, and I continue, they are my favourite subject, so why not indulge myself and talk about them. I will eventually bore her to the point where she will be using County as an excuse to get away from me. "Maddie's Seven, and Seb is Five. This is my first day away from them in a while, so I am a bit-"
"Nervous?" She finishes for me. I nod, a small laugh escapes me, before I figure its time I do the quizzing.
"Do you have kids?" She shakes her head no, a laugh follows that, and she shakes her head more.
"No, no, no, no. Definitely not." Well, she obviously isn't the mothering type.
"Why?" She has me interested now. How someone could not want kids is beyond me. At first they seem like a lot of work, but once, once you spend even five minutes with them, they are perfect. Its like the missing piece to your life, a piece that you didn't know you were missing. They make you complete. Suddenly, everything is different. Your day no longer revolves around you, you live for the sole purpose of nurturing to these little people. Its refreshing, nice, strenuous. You worry, every moment of my day is controlled with thoughts of them. Maybe it will get easier once I am use to this situation a little more. I dive back into reality and listen as Abby lists of reason why children are 'not for her.'
"I am totally unstable..." She finishes with a laugh. "I can barely keep my own life together." I nod, she doesn't seem so bad to me. Of course I don't really know her all that well yet. So she could be, Voo Doo doing, tattoo wearing, pot smoking, nurse. Of course, that is probably way off base. But one never knows.
"Well, your priorities change... Completely when you have kids, I will tell you that much." I say stopping at the ambulance bay. She nods, touching my arm lightly.
"Well, I have to go. Works calling my name... You getting the trauma?" I nod, and watch as she makes her way into the hospital, tending to a drunk that is wandering aimlessly in the waiting area. Susan walks by her, joining me outside for the next trauma.
"I see you and Abby are getting along." She says with a coy smile. I shake my head no, waggling my finger at her, for added effect.
"Susan-" I say in a warning tone.
"What?" She throws her hands up in innocence.
"Don't try and-"
"Oh, John." She says swatting my arm. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hook you up with Abby." I give her a questioning look, well this is definitely a first for her. "She has a boyfriend." Oh, well, this is good. "I am just- I am glad to see you interacting with someone other then me, or your kids, or that picture you have of Becky." She says gloomily, "I want the best for you." Her voice gets a little happier as she continues. "And Abby's great. A little depressing and self deprecating at times. But great. Besides that, she might even be out of your league." She whispers, with a laugh.
"Out of my league? PUH- LEASE!" I wave my hand at her, "I am John Carter, eligible bachelor."
"Bachelor is true, I'm not so sure about eligible." She snorts. Thanks Susan, way to boost my ego. She laughs, tugging at my arm, as we make our way over to the rig, that has just pulled up. I grab onto the side of the gurney, helping the medics to push into the trauma room, listening as the bullet is given to me.
~*~
I shove my gown into the trash. Three hours. We saved her at least, that's all I can hope for. It reinforced my reasons for wanting to be a doctor, after all these years thinking I was in a hopeless career. Trauma's like that way, make me realise that, maybe, just maybe, we are doing some good in there. Even though, lately I have wanted to quit, and find another job. I walk over to admit, thankful, and proud. I flip through a few charts, my eyes meet Franks.
"Hey widower, your kids are here." My heart stops for a moment, all the emotions that have previously invaded my body are gone, now hate, anger and pain replace them.
"Shut the hell up Frank." Abby, quips. "Don't worry about him." She assures me, I nod my head, looking over the charts once again. "You said you had kids right?" I shake my head yes. "Well, someone brought two kids in about an hour ago, left them in the lounge." I run into the lounge, barley letting her complete her sentence. There sits Maddie and Seb.
"Hey guys." I sit in between them, Maddie weasels her way onto my lap.
"Hi dad." Her head rests against my shoulder. "Darlene left us. She said she had to go home, or something. You were busy working, so we just came in here." I nod kissing her forehead. Darlene, my nanny, hardly a good one I guess. I can't believe she did this the first day on the job. There must be some sort of reasonable explanation. Probably not though. Darlene was more like a babysitter, nineteen, and carefree. I should think twice about who I hire next time, although she was the only one who was willing to work those hours.
"Well, kids, I still have to work." I sigh, leaning back. Sebastian stifles a groan, and leans his head against the couch.
"I hate it here." He moans.
"Carter- Your babysitter flaked out on you?"
"Yeah, I guess she wasn't the best choice, huh?" Susan flashes me a sympathetic smile, then opens her locker.
"I can take them with me, and you can swing by my place on your way home, pick them up?"
"YEAH!" Sebastian and Madison chime in, well, it would be better then having them sit here for hours. I smile at her.
"You're a life saver, Susan" I kiss my children, before heading out of the lounge.
"You owe me." I hear Susan call after me. I walk out to the admit, Abby brushes by me into the lounge, she must of had to work overtime.
I am still working, three hours later. The stack of charts seems to grow by the second, I did not miss this aspect of the job. Good thing I have Susan, my trusted friend, to look after the kids tonight. I am not so sure having a career and kids is going to work, now. I thought it could, now its looking bleak. Especially, since my babysitter bailed the first day on the job, three hours into it. I sigh exasperated.
"Oh Sorry-" I look up to see a short, curly blond nurse, popping her head into the exam room, I am currently occupying. Her smile is tight and tired.
"Its okay, I am just finishing up on charts." I explain, she slowly walks into the room. I watch as she takes a seat across from me on the gurney, her feet swinging off the side of the bed. She watches as I jot a few things down on the chart. She makes no attempt to talk to me, for a while. For some reason I feel nervous, I'm not sure why, and I'm not sure I like the feeling.
"So, you're the new attending?" I look up at her.
"Yeah, Carter- John." I smile, she smiles back, her smile widening by the second, causing a flutter in my heart.... What the hell is this??? Not love. No. Definitely, not. I haven't experienced that in years. It could be admiration, or adoration. Its nothing though. She continues to watch me.
"I'm Sam... Sam Taggart." We sit together for a while, in a dark, tense silence, whether this is a good or bad thing, well, I guess only time will tell.