"Is this the waste of time you called for a surgical consult on?" Robert asked as he pushed the doors to the trauma room open and pulled on the gloves that Connie handed him.

Carter shook his head and sighed. "Mr. Jenson is showing signs of a possible inter perennial bleed."

Robert raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. "He is also showing signs of being a vegetable for the rest of his life. But as Chief of Staff and head of Surgery I have nothing better to do than to try to save a gorked out junkie so by all means lets take a look see." He took the ultrasound wand and ran it over the man's body. "Ok, fine. I will take him up to surgery but you aren't getting a Christmas card from me this year."

Robert pushed the gurney out of the room and threw his gloves away as the orderly took control of the bed. He was so sick and tired of these do gooder liberal pansy ass ER doctors. Back in his ER days they knew when they could save a patient and when they couldn't. Well, most of the doctors knew that. Most never questioned his diagnosis; they trusted his experience enough to except it. Everyone but her. His mind went back to the one place that he always went to when he needed to indulge in the emotions that he had no time for. A place that could always make him close his eyes and get lost in. The way she smelled still sent shivers through him, well the way her hair smelled specifically. It was a sweet gardenia smell. He hadn't known what it was called at the time but in the years since their parting he had run across the smell on a few occasions and finally had to indulge his curiosity one Christmas as he walked through the mall buying a last minute gift. He had smelled the smell as he walked past one of those ridiculous bath stores that everyone is mad for and decided to do something completely out of character and buy a small bottle of the scent. He never wore it or anything as crazy as that, just kept it in his bathroom on a shelf where Donna had kept her disgusting musky smelling perfumes. It somehow made the emotional side of him feel that one day he would walk into the bathroom and she would be there, applying it to her satin skin.

"Dr. Romano?" Shirley asked as he stepped off of the elevator and stood in a fog as the patient was wheeled into the pre-op room.

"What?" He asked in a gruff voice.

"Do you want me to get Dr. Corday to scrub in or do you want to take this?"

Robert glared at her. "Give it to Lizzie, I have more important things to do with my day." He walked towards his office and slammed the door, slouching down on the sofa with a sigh. He had to stop this. He hadn't heard anything from her in almost 6 years and he figured that she was married with kids and a dog by now. He had been tempted to ask Carter about her but he had no idea if he even knew that they knew each other. And it was really none of Carter's business anyway. He stood and walked to his desk. There were a million reports and contracts to go over and that would help him to get his mind off of her for a while anyway, it always did.