Disclaimer : I own none of the characters and not one penny too. I just spent my last 2 cents on this...
Author's Note: The story focuses on a Mark/Elizabeth relationship
Summary:
How the entire staff of the ERcope with the news that one of them will be entering the ER differently, when they had already suffered the loss of one of its own not so long ago.
The emergency room doors opened to reveal an exhausted paramedic wheeling
in a very uncooperative elderly man on a wheelchair.
" Let me go…"
"I'm afraid we can't do that, Mr. Fisher"
" And why the hell not?"
" Because we think you might have a fracture when you fell…"
"It was nothin' but a few steps..."
"Now, now, Mr. Fisher. We just want to make sure…"
Dr. Greene met the bickering pair halfway raising an eyebrow at the cursing patient.
" Okay, what seems to be the problem?" Mr. Fisher turned his attention to the doctor with a look of confusion, then hoarsely whispered back to the paramedic "Who is he?" Greene felt a smile creep up to his face as he kneeled on a knee, leveling with the old man. " Well, I'm Dr. Greene. I'm the attendant doctor in this ER and I'm here to help you." With a doubtful look, the old man hesitantly extended his hand to Greene. " Jeffrey Fisher. Jeff for short." Mark took the gesture and shook the man's hand. " Alrighty, then. Can someone tell me what happened?"
"Dr. Ross! Dr. Ross!"
Doug whipped his head around, toward the voice calling him. A smile crept to his face as he saw an old friend emerge from the crowded streets of Chicago. " Oh please, Peter. Enough with the formalities." Peter Benton jogged up to Doug avoiding the oncoming traffic. " Come on, Doug. I thought you might have gotten used to it already."
Doug Ross lowered his head, took a deep breath and finally faced his smiling friend.
"I'm not a Doctor anymore." The smile on his colleague's face disappeared, a look of confusion taking place.
"You're kidding…"
"No"
" That can't be. I mean, you were…you're just…"
"I quit."
Dr. Corday entered her apartment and dropped all her belongings, collecting her mail from the floor. She started to head towards the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. After putting some water in the kettle and began to heat it, she noticed a flickering light on her telephone. She walked towards it and pressed the button.
Beep.
" Good afternoon, Ms. Corday. This is the cable company calling for…"
Elizabeth reached for the delete button and sighed a satisfied relief when the mechanic voice confirmed the deletion. Bloody cable companies, bugging me nonstop.
Beep.
"Elizabeth, this is your mother. I've got something very important to tell you. It concerns you father. Would you be a dear and call back when you get this? Okay, I'll be waiting."
Elizabeth smiles after hearing this, making a mental note to call her parents after she gets her tea. She grabs her mail and hastily looked over them when the kettle whistled for her attention. She makes her way to the stove, grabbed a cup and poured herself a cup of boiling water and dropped a tea bag, smiling at the little 'plop' sound it made.
Beep.
"Hey, Liz. It's me, Mark. I was wondering if we could talk…"
Elizabeth ran back towards the phone, quickly deleting the message while biting back sobs.
'Message Deleted. No More Messages.' The mechanic voice rang through the room as Elizabeth drops to her knees, now tears freely flowing. She sat this way as her thoughts wandered to what had happened the day before.
