A Series of Fortunate Events
Chapter 1: Lost Luggage
Dr. Abby Lockhart trudged with long strides to the hospital. It was was her first day back the hospital since her OB nursing days, and she wasn't too thrilled. Her flight had been delayed about six hours. Her hotel reservations did not go though for some weird reason. Half her luggage was on the wrong flight and would be returned within 48 hours. All she had was her carry-on with the bare essentials. It was not her day at all.
She pushed through the doors and barely missed a fight. Wonderful, welcome back to Chicago. The windy, its below zero half the time, city. She managed to get to the door, and then came the little issue of getting inside. She walked up to the nurse's station, and quickly muttered something about being the new attending. A button was pushed and she was let inside.
She walked to what looked like the main desk, except it was cluttered with a mess of Christmas decorations and food. Yes. That was definitely the main desk. She dropped her bags and looked around, hoping to find someone that actually worked there, not a naked patient running around looking drugged. She was looking around when she heard a voice call her attention.
"Excuse me, can I help you?"
She nodded her head, the man had a gentle smile and patient brown eyes.
"Yeah, actually. I'm looking for Dr. Carter."
He held out his hand and she took it.
"I'm Carter. You must be Dr. Lockhart?"
She nodded her head, a little embarrassed.
"Abby's fine."
"If we're on a first name basis already, I'm John."
She was over two hours late for her shift. She watched him look at her with a smile playing on his lips. She was wondering what he was thinking. He was probably a little angry at the fact she was late. That's really unprofessional of her. But what she didn't know was that he was thinking of getting to know her alot better.
"I'm so sorry. My flight was delayed, my baggage misplaced, my hotel reservation fell through, and I think I'm going to go insane if I don't get a cup of coffee in me."
She watched him reach down for her carry-ons and throw them over his shoulder.
"I can't promise you the best coffee, but it will at least wake you up."
She followed him down the hallway shaking the remaining snow out of her coat and hair. It was starting to be an interesting day. He led her into what was presumably the lounge. She saw a couch, a few chairs, a table, fridge, and some other necessities. He placed her things on the table and walked to the end of the row of lockers.
"This one's yours. I'll write down the combo in a second."
She nodded her head and started to take off her soaked coat. Boston seemed a hell of a lot better temperature wise at the moment. Cold, wet snow. Why couldn't she find a nice job opening, in say, Florida?
"You got the best locker. It used to be mine."
"Wonderful. I hope your not planning to pillage through my stuff."
"No, not pillage. Just take the good stuff."
She rolled her eyes as she stuffed her scarf into her coat pocket. She watched him walk over to the sink and grab two cups of coffee. He poured in the steaming brown liquid and turned toward her.
"Sugar? Cream?"
"Cream, no sugar."
He poured it in and stirred it as he walked over to her. He took his own cup and dumped a few spoons of sugar into it. She gave him a strange look, and he started to laugh.
"It's been a long day. I need the sugar rush."
She took a sip of her coffee and it instantly warmed her freezing body. Well, at least she got coffee out of the deal. He walked to the door and opened it. She looked at him for a second before realizing she was supposed to take the cup and walk though the door.
"I've got to give you a tour and introduce you to the staff before I let you loose."
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