The Emergency room is starting to get a little more busy. Nurse Sam Taggart just walked in the doors. She is confronted by Weaver.

"Sam!, where the hell have you been, your 10 minutes late." Kerry is setting down charts as she grabs a drink of her soda.

"Sorry Dr. Weaver, it won't happen again, I had family issues." Weaver looks at Sam for a minute and then asks.

"Is everything ok Sam?" Sam takes off her coat and sits down at the triage desk.

"Yes Dr. Weaver, things are fine. It's just been a slow morning."

"Ok well, I expect you to be here on time from now on nurse Taggart." Sam just rolls her eyes as Weaver walks away.

Sam just sat there doing charts for a while. She didn't mind it that much, it kind of gave her something to do when there were no trauma's coming in. She starts singing to herself as Abby rushes by her. She trails off with her song and approaches Abby with a incentive smile.

"Hey Abby, how's it going?"

"It's going I guess Sam, how are you"? Before Sam gets a chance to respond Abby cuts her off. "Hey umm.. Sam, can you go check on my patient in 1. She's a Skitzo that refuses to be seen by a male doctor." They both laugh. Abby is struggling trying to find another patient in the rack.

"Jeez Abby. Are you alright? You seem so..."

"So what? Stressed?" Sam nods. "Yeah well you would be too if you worked under Weavers watch and misplaced a Chart." "

Ok well, I'll go check on that patient in 1 then, ask me if you need anything alright?" Abby nods as she is still looking over paperwork.

Sam opens up the door to Exam 1 to find a obese woman sitting there rubbing her fingers.

"Hi m'am I'm Nurse Tag-" She gets cut off by the lady.

"Are you here to take me to the jail? Well... you can bet my ass isn't moving anywhere." Sam tries to reassure that she is just a nurse.

"Ma'am are you comfortable, do you need anything?"

"Yes, a hamburger would be nice, maybe some french fries...

"Ok well maybe in a little bit, but for now you need to rest and let this medicine kick in.

"YOU DRUGGED ME?!?!" the lady shouts so loud that security is standing by.

"No No ma'am the medicine will make you feel better." Sam just studies the lady for a minute. "Um hey what exactly are you here for anyway?"

"Oh I have the cramps in my stomach."

"Well how much would you say you umm... well... Eat a day?" Sam tried not to affend the woman in any way. She didn't want trouble.

"Well according to the woman doctor it's too much, but I get off being happy. Ha, doctors.. what the hell do they know about eating good."

"Well it just seems that you need to eat less. Maybe if you tried that you wouldn't have pains." The lady tries to stand up but it makes her so woozy she almost looses her balance. "Whoa... Ma'am you need to lye down." The lady begins to cry.

"I'm so hungry... I just want some food.

"Well maybe later, get some rest." Sam looks over and notices someone standing at the triage station so she goes over to see what he needs.

Sam walks out of Exam 1 leaving the woman in despair over her food.

"Eh, maybe I'll bring her a ding-dong later or something". Sam starts to laugh at her own joke. She finally reaches the desk and takes a seat

"How can I help you sir?" Sam asks. The man seems to be in his mid-30's around 5'9 170 pounds. Black hair, black moustashe.

"Yes, I think I broke my hand. It umm.. it hurts."

"Well let me take a look at it." She examines his hand.

"Well you bumped it pretty bad, how did you say this happened?" The man stares at her for a minute.

"I punched a door."

"I see... and why did you punch a door?" He begins to look around as he see's John Carter walking out of curtain 3. He just stares up at Carter and studies his movement. Sam looks behind her to see what he is looking at.

"Everything ok sir?" The man looks back down at Sam.

"Yes".

"Ok so what is your name?" She begins to grab a sheet of paper to admit him for further observation.

"My name? it's Bill... Bill Hodge." "

Ok well Mr. Hodge, just have a seat over in the waiting room and someone will see you shortly." She goes back to filling out the paperwork, as she does she stands up and calls out to him. "Mr. Hodge, sorry but I need your social security number and I.D."

"Of course" Bill says. Sam starts to look over his name and types in his S.S. into the computer. It seems that his I.D. reads Bill Hodge, but his S.S name comes up under Paul.... Paul Sobriki.