Note to reader: you might want to watch 'freefall' to understand the worst case scenario of this chapter…
The elevator closed. Thank God. He could still hear the beating of the chopper blades and he wasn't breathing but at least he was safe right? He hit the button for the ground floor. He needed air.
"Damn it." He muttered in a fraction of a breath. He tried to control his breathing but is just wasn't happening.
Beep beep beeeeep.
Pager. Nice timing. He pulled it off his belt roughly and his attitude did a somersault when he recognized Elizabeth's number. He hit the third floor button hoping he hadn't missed it. The doors opened almost immediately. Very nice timing.
He was still trying to control his breathing when he knocked on her office door.
"You don't have to knock, Robert."
He tried to smile but his lungs and eyes had other ideas. He looked really scared.
"What happened?" she got up.
"Nothing." He hated this. Why the hell was he so affected by seeing a helicopter? It had been over a year. Get over it already. But no… He was angry at himself because there was nothing he could do about it and he hated that.
Elizabeth was worried, he didn't look well. But she didn't get the chance to force the answers out of him because the whole floor shook. It sounded like something had exploded down the corridor.
"What the hell was that?" Elizabeth pushed past him and flung the door open.
Okay, just watch 'freefall'.
And if your VCR decides not to tape on the most inappropriate nights, then basically the helicopter that was on the roof, freaking poor Romano out, then went out of control and crashed in the ambulance bay, making a dent in the side of the hospital on it's way down.
"Bloody hell, this place is psychotic."
"Took you that long to figure it out Lizzie?" he handed her a cup of coffee, if you can call it that, and sat opposite her in the surgeons lounge.
"That was insane."
"Yeah, helicopters eh… they should be lined up and shot."
She smiled at that.
"But all in all, for the most incompetent department in the hospital, the ER did okay. It could have been much worse."
Was that Romano trying to be the positive one? Obviously, cause he kept going,
"I have to admit I was relieved that Lewis' husband was okay."
"Ex." Elizabeth grinned, "But we'll see right?"
"Come on. We should get out of here." Robert stood up and offered his hand.
She looked at it for a moment before she took it and let him pull her tired body off the chair. He just laughed at her, wrapped her in one arm and kissed the side of her face roughly.
The elevator closed. Thank God. He could still hear the beating of the chopper blades and he wasn't breathing but at least he was safe right? He hit the button for the ground floor. He needed air.
"Damn it." He muttered in a fraction of a breath. He tried to control his breathing but is just wasn't happening.
Beep beep beeeeep.
Pager. Nice timing. He pulled it off his belt roughly and his attitude did a somersault when he recognized Elizabeth's number. He hit the third floor button hoping he hadn't missed it. The doors opened almost immediately. Very nice timing.
He was still trying to control his breathing when he knocked on her office door.
"You don't have to knock, Robert."
He tried to smile but his lungs and eyes had other ideas. He looked really scared.
"What happened?" she got up.
"Nothing." He hated this. Why the hell was he so affected by seeing a helicopter? It had been over a year. Get over it already. But no… He was angry at himself because there was nothing he could do about it and he hated that.
Elizabeth was worried, he didn't look well. But she didn't get the chance to force the answers out of him because the whole floor shook. It sounded like something had exploded down the corridor.
"What the hell was that?" Elizabeth pushed past him and flung the door open.
Okay, just watch 'freefall'.
And if your VCR decides not to tape on the most inappropriate nights, then basically the helicopter that was on the roof, freaking poor Romano out, then went out of control and crashed in the ambulance bay, making a dent in the side of the hospital on it's way down.
"Bloody hell, this place is psychotic."
"Took you that long to figure it out Lizzie?" he handed her a cup of coffee, if you can call it that, and sat opposite her in the surgeons lounge.
"That was insane."
"Yeah, helicopters eh… they should be lined up and shot."
She smiled at that.
"But all in all, for the most incompetent department in the hospital, the ER did okay. It could have been much worse."
Was that Romano trying to be the positive one? Obviously, cause he kept going,
"I have to admit I was relieved that Lewis' husband was okay."
"Ex." Elizabeth grinned, "But we'll see right?"
"Come on. We should get out of here." Robert stood up and offered his hand.
She looked at it for a moment before she took it and let him pull her tired body off the chair. He just laughed at her, wrapped her in one arm and kissed the side of her face roughly.