Uh-oh
Used to express alarm, foreboding, or dismay.
Chapter 6
"It's pretty exciting," Abby stated putting another spoonful of cereal into her mouth. She had decided to come down to the cafeteria with me and Dr. Carter.
"I know," Dr. Carter said affectionately ruffling my hair. "I'd probably worry myself sick if I didn't know where you would end up."
"Just in time for Christmas," Abby said. Dr. Carter smiled. I don't know if it was just instinct or what but I think that Dr. Carter is in love with Abby. He always looks at her with a silly grin on his face and any time she brushes up against him or looks him straight in the face it's like his mouth forgot how to talk.
"What's Christmas?" I asked. Abby looked sad again. I didn't like it when she looked sad.
"Christmas is when we celebrate the birth of Christ," Dr. Carter said.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"God," he said.
"God and Christ aren't the same people," Abby giggled.
"Almost," Dr. Carter said. I remember my mommy talking to me a little bit about Christ. We used to go to church on Sunday's to ask him to forgive us of our sins.
"We get a big tree and decorate it with lights and candy canes," Dr. Carter said. I giggled.
"That's silly."
"It's fun," Abby said.
"What about the mekora? Are we going to have one of those too?" I asked remembering seeing my dad light a candle of a mekora every day for 8 days in the winter time. My cousins used to come over and play with these clay things called dreidels. They were so pretty but my dad would never let me play.
"Bad girls don't get to play with dreidels," he said the first winter after mommy died. "They don't get presents either." Every night after lighting a candle of the mekora my cousins would get presents while I sat under the kitchen table watching them have fun, wishing more then every Mommy was still alive.
"Menorah," Dr. Carter corrected me. "A menorah is only for people that celebrate Hanukkah. It's sort of like Christmas."
"It will be really fun. I promise," Abby said. A loud beeping from Dr. Carter's pager signaled the end of our breakfast.
"The ER's paging," he said getting up from the table. "Ladies." He held his hands out to both of us. I took one of his hands while Abby took the other. We took the elevator back to the ER.
"I have to get to trauma 1," Carter said. He squeezed my hand then rushed off. I stuck my thumb in my mouth. It was something I did after dad had left and I had that feeling of contentment in his absence. Abby took my other hand and we went up to admit together. I started to feel sleepy again.
"There you are!" Randi greeted me with a big hug. I smiled and closed my eyes as she lifted me up on the counter of admit.
"And who's this?" a woman came up next to Randi and looked me over.
"Susan this is Carmella. Carmella this is Susan Lewis," Abby said picking up a chart that was lying by itself.
"Hi there," Susan smiled. I took my thumb out of my mouth.
"Hi."
After I had shaken Susan's hand she went back to work.
"What are you writing?" I asked Randi reaching for the paper she was writing on. She pulled it away and put my hand back on the admit desk.
"That is none of your business Ms. Carmel," Randi smiled and folded up the paper. As Dave walked by she tossed it at him. It hit him in the head but instead of landing on his clipboard it bounced off of him and landed on Dr. Weaver's clipboard. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing as Randi turned red. I climbed off of the stool to pick up teddy who had fallen on the floor.
"Oh boy," I heard Dr. Weaver huff after she unraveled Randi's note to Dave. "This is going to be a long day."
Dr. Weaver was right. It was a long day. Luka and Sam took me to the park after lunch and we played in the snow. Most of the day I sat at admit with Randi watching her answer phones and jot things down. Every so often Abby would pop in to see how I was doing.
"What time is it?" I yawned pulling at Abby's arm. She had come into admit to rest a while with me. Randi had gone home a while ago after her shift.
"Did you eat your macaroni?" Abby asked. I sighed and showed her my empty bowl.
"Yes. What time is it?" I asked again. Abby glanced at the clock on the wall.
"8:30," she sighed resting her head in her hands. I yawned again.
"We better get you set up in an empty exam room little Carmel," she said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I want to go home with you," I said.
"I'm sure I can manage that," Abby smiled and set me on a stool next to Jerry.
"Watch her," she instructed. Jerry glanced over at me and I smiled.
"Pretty exciting around here huh?" he asked.
"Uh huh," I said glancing at his computer screen. "How come you're playing Pac Man? Isn't Dr. Weaver going to get mad?"
"Nah. Not if I don't get caught."
"Can I play?" I asked
"I'm not saying nothing as long as your not," Jerry said setting me into his lap. A phone off to the side beeped.
"Gotta get that," Jerry said setting me on his stool. "Wait a second." I look at the computer screen then stop as I hear Abby yelling at Susan.
"I don't really appreciate this whole 'leadership attitude' you've brought on to us!" Abby exclaimed grabbing her jacket from the wall.
"Hey guys. An MVA trauma's coming in," Jerry alerted Susan and Abby.
"I'm on break," Abby exclaimed heading for the ambulance bay doors.
"Residents don't get breaks!" Susan argued obviously still angry.
"Well then I'm going to wait for the MVA," Abby stated as the door closed behind her. Susan sighed and headed down the hallway in a huff.
"Why are they fighting?" I asked Jerry who turned back to me.
"Who knows," he said. "It'll probably be forgotten by tomorrow. Excuse me again Carmella." Jerry went over to answer another phone. I climbed off of the stool and headed to the doors of the ambulance bay. I wanted to be with Abby. I grabbed my jacket and boots that lay by the door from earlier and hurriedly put them on before Jerry finished on the phone. I pushed the doors open and saw something I really wish I hadn't. Abby was pushed into a big black SUV by a little kid.
"Uh-oh," I whispered.
But before I could react, the SUV sped off into the night.