"How'd it go?" Susan was bombarded with questions the moment she entered the ER.
"Good." She smiled, not really prepared for this. Everyone demanded answers, Is he okay? How long does he have? Is it bad? Is he in remission? Are you okay?
The last one was Abby.
She ignored the others and nodded before disappearing into the lounge. She took a deep breath.
"If you write it on the notice board you won't have to repeat it thirty times in the next hour." Abby followed her.
Susan smiled. "At least it's good news."
"Really?" Abby grinned.
"Yeah, he's gonna be fine – well, y'know… he still has to get check ups but the surgery went as well as it could have and he's coming back to work in a couple of days because he's going out of his mind with nothing to do…"
Abby laughed. "Well, that's good to hear. Do you want to do a general announcement or should I?"
"I'll do it." Susan put her bag in her locker and pulled on her coat, yawning.
"You're tired?"
Susan nodded, blinking. "It's been a tough week." She smiled and walked out into the ER.
"I'm going to tell everyone at once and then get on with work." She approached the admin. "The surgery went very well. As far as we know they got it all and Mark will be back at work in a couple of days." She walked toward the board but continued, "Oh, and he'd probably appreciate if you didn't ask him how long he had left."
Susan dropped her bag inside the door and leant back on the door to shut it. What a day. Her general announcement had been missed by several people. And it hadn't really stopped the questions at all. But at least no one asked how long he had left. Well, only once, and she wasn't sure who'd said that so she couldn't throttle them… probably a good thing.
"Susan?" Mark yelled
"Hey." She pushed herself off the door and went to find him.
"Good timing," he slipped his arm around her and kissed her, the smile never leaving his face, "dinner's on the table."
"Aw, this is amazing." She sat down, holding his hand and kissed it before starting her meal.
"I had to do something all day."
"Tell me you did something other than make curry." She smiled, her mouth half full.
"I also made muffins and chocolate brownies and this raspberry sauce stuff that you're apparently meant to pour over the brownies… I dunno. That's what the book said. And I watched 'Greenfingers', this really funny movie, and…" he thought for a moment, "oh, I read the end of Persuasion."
She laughed. "It won't make sense if you don't read the whole thing."
"I did. I just finished it today."
"Really? What did you think?"
"I kind of wish they'd speak like real people, but other than that it is pretty good. Cute."
"Oh gosh. Is that a good thing?"
He nodded. "Though I'm not brave enough to read 'Pride and Prejudice'. I'll save that for the next life threatening illness."
She kicked his foot smiling.
"Don't worry, I'm planning any more in the near future."
"You better not. Do you have any idea the inquisition I had to go through today?"
"Really? That bad huh?"
"Yup."
"Well, I suppose, at least they care." He shrugged. "Mmm, man this is good."
"Even if you do say so yourself."
"Yeah, well, I cheated. I bought the flavour and everything I just followed the instructions. But I'm enjoying it and you can handle my arrogance."
"I'm learning." She teased. "So, this is chicken right?"
"Hey!"
"Oh, you had it coming." She laughed. It turned into a yawn.
"You okay?"
She nodded, "just tired."
"Busy today?"
"No more than usual."
"So completely crazy out-of-control hysteria?"
She laughed. "Thank you."
"What for?"
"For dinner, and for making me laugh and… oh, just for everything. For being alive! For being you!" she laughed. "I dunno. I'm tired, I'm not making sense."
"No, you're not." He leaned across and kissed her, "Mmm, curry."
She laughed.
"Come on. We should have an early night." He put their plates in the sink.
"Mark, it's eight o'clock. We can't go to bed yet."
"Sure we can, we don't have to go to sleep. But I've been on my own all day, watching tv and fluffing around. I want to be with you right now."
"Well, you can't turn down a sick man."
"I'm not sick, I'm healing."
"Well then, we better conserve your energy." She teased.
"Like hell." He pulled her to him a little roughly.
She laughed, giving in.
"Good." She smiled, not really prepared for this. Everyone demanded answers, Is he okay? How long does he have? Is it bad? Is he in remission? Are you okay?
The last one was Abby.
She ignored the others and nodded before disappearing into the lounge. She took a deep breath.
"If you write it on the notice board you won't have to repeat it thirty times in the next hour." Abby followed her.
Susan smiled. "At least it's good news."
"Really?" Abby grinned.
"Yeah, he's gonna be fine – well, y'know… he still has to get check ups but the surgery went as well as it could have and he's coming back to work in a couple of days because he's going out of his mind with nothing to do…"
Abby laughed. "Well, that's good to hear. Do you want to do a general announcement or should I?"
"I'll do it." Susan put her bag in her locker and pulled on her coat, yawning.
"You're tired?"
Susan nodded, blinking. "It's been a tough week." She smiled and walked out into the ER.
"I'm going to tell everyone at once and then get on with work." She approached the admin. "The surgery went very well. As far as we know they got it all and Mark will be back at work in a couple of days." She walked toward the board but continued, "Oh, and he'd probably appreciate if you didn't ask him how long he had left."
Susan dropped her bag inside the door and leant back on the door to shut it. What a day. Her general announcement had been missed by several people. And it hadn't really stopped the questions at all. But at least no one asked how long he had left. Well, only once, and she wasn't sure who'd said that so she couldn't throttle them… probably a good thing.
"Susan?" Mark yelled
"Hey." She pushed herself off the door and went to find him.
"Good timing," he slipped his arm around her and kissed her, the smile never leaving his face, "dinner's on the table."
"Aw, this is amazing." She sat down, holding his hand and kissed it before starting her meal.
"I had to do something all day."
"Tell me you did something other than make curry." She smiled, her mouth half full.
"I also made muffins and chocolate brownies and this raspberry sauce stuff that you're apparently meant to pour over the brownies… I dunno. That's what the book said. And I watched 'Greenfingers', this really funny movie, and…" he thought for a moment, "oh, I read the end of Persuasion."
She laughed. "It won't make sense if you don't read the whole thing."
"I did. I just finished it today."
"Really? What did you think?"
"I kind of wish they'd speak like real people, but other than that it is pretty good. Cute."
"Oh gosh. Is that a good thing?"
He nodded. "Though I'm not brave enough to read 'Pride and Prejudice'. I'll save that for the next life threatening illness."
She kicked his foot smiling.
"Don't worry, I'm planning any more in the near future."
"You better not. Do you have any idea the inquisition I had to go through today?"
"Really? That bad huh?"
"Yup."
"Well, I suppose, at least they care." He shrugged. "Mmm, man this is good."
"Even if you do say so yourself."
"Yeah, well, I cheated. I bought the flavour and everything I just followed the instructions. But I'm enjoying it and you can handle my arrogance."
"I'm learning." She teased. "So, this is chicken right?"
"Hey!"
"Oh, you had it coming." She laughed. It turned into a yawn.
"You okay?"
She nodded, "just tired."
"Busy today?"
"No more than usual."
"So completely crazy out-of-control hysteria?"
She laughed. "Thank you."
"What for?"
"For dinner, and for making me laugh and… oh, just for everything. For being alive! For being you!" she laughed. "I dunno. I'm tired, I'm not making sense."
"No, you're not." He leaned across and kissed her, "Mmm, curry."
She laughed.
"Come on. We should have an early night." He put their plates in the sink.
"Mark, it's eight o'clock. We can't go to bed yet."
"Sure we can, we don't have to go to sleep. But I've been on my own all day, watching tv and fluffing around. I want to be with you right now."
"Well, you can't turn down a sick man."
"I'm not sick, I'm healing."
"Well then, we better conserve your energy." She teased.
"Like hell." He pulled her to him a little roughly.
She laughed, giving in.