Well I really don't know where any of this is going. Shouldn't I know what I expect of a fanfic before writing it? Oh well here's Chapter 3. I figure I'll keep writing if you all keep reading. What I do know is that I don't like how the last chapter ended. Me writing commentary seems heavy handed and forced. Sorry, I'll try not to do it again.

Elizabeth knocked twice lightly and entered Romano's hospital room without waiting for a response. Romano didn't sleep much that night and when Elizabeth Corday came in at 7:12am he had already changed out of his hospital gown and was sitting anxiously on the side of his bed.

Startled to see him up and dressed in jeans she thrust forward a white paper bag and a coffee cup.

"Ah Lizzie, so kind of you to notice my room was lacking the obligatory get-well flowers. What's this? You brought me chocolates instead."

"No Robert." She opened the bag herself, "close though, a chocolate croissant." Handing the bag to him he motioned for her to have a seat.

"Still warm you really know how to make a miserable experience somewhat lessmiserable." Romano immediately started to eat as she took a seat in a chair across the room.

"You know if you had let Weaver tell your staff you were here, you would have gotten those cards and flowers you're lacking."

"Don't be so sure."

"No really, Robert. I just walked through the ER and heard your name mentioned repeatedly in thanks."

"Really?" He questioned somewhat skeptically.

"Yeah, thankful you were out for another day." Elizabeth darted out of her chair and ducked behind it as the white bag flew across the room. It hit where her head was seconds before.

"Kind of slow on those reflexes, huh, Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah, even my good arm she picks fun of."

Elizabeth rose and walked over to him pulling with her a tray with the necessary gauze and forceps needed to change his dressing. "Alright Soza, let's call a truce so I can fix you up and send you home. My boss is always harping on me to empty beds as fast as possible."

"Your ex-boss" he corrected as he pushed up his sleeve and held it with his chin. "By the way, for the breakfast, I'm letting that one slide."

"What?"

"Sammy Soza's not a pitcher."

She looked up at him confused for a moment, "yeah, well neither are you."

"Not a pitcher. Not your boss. Forget what I said earlier about you making this day any less abominable."

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about that." She looked up at his eyes for a moment to see that he was paying attention and then focused back on his wound. "Since you're not my boss. And since my new policy of bringing breakfast to all of my patients is sure to keep me more busy up here in surgery" Elizabeth trailed off. She secured the new bandage and pushed the cart away. She then looked up at him trying to read his emotion before she continued.

He spoke first, "is this a pause for dramatic effect? Or are you just relishing in the fact that you'll be seeing less and less of me after today."

"Well that's just it, I don't want to be seeing less of you, Robert."

Turning to his bandage he missed the earnest sincerity in her eyes "Hey now, the arm is gone nothing we can do about it now." He looked up at her expecting a smile but she had shifted her gaze to the floor.

Trying to recover he tried again, "Well I'm sorry to say that there isn't an opening in the ER for your talents to duck and cover."

Still no smile. Romano reached out and patted her arm. "Lizzie, I'm sure we'll see each other plenty."

She looked up at him, staring straight into his eyes. It's now or never she thought. "Robert. Would like to join me for dinner tonight?"