Hey thanks for all the great reviews, and to answer Anin, yes, the third
chapter of this story was posted in two other places, but that was because
I kind of messed up when downloading it, so um, yeah. Ok, I wan' a make a
comment about flames, they are allowed, but only about the story, don't
criticize my spelling and grammar, especial when it's mainly in chapter 2.
Also, for chapter 3, the title is Information, not First day Blues, I kind
of messed up with that. Now, here comes the real First day Blues. And
thanks to all of you who are staying with me throughout this story. Enjoy.
All disclaimers still apply.
Chapter 4-First day Blues
Mark walked down the hall towards the doctor's lounge to see the sign in sheet. He had been looking everywhere for Jesse, but couldn't seem to find him. The young intern was supposed to have been at the hospital half an hour ago. To Marks surprise, Jesse had signed in two hours ago.
" Where can he be?"
" You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," came Jack's cheery voice from the doorway.
" Hi Jack, and I suppose you have some good news?"
"I guess, if you wan' a call it that." Said Jack he lowered his head to study his suddenly very interesting shoes.
" What's wrong, you don't look very pleased anymore?" Asked Mark with growing concern.
" Well, I really should have told you earlier, but see I wasn't really sure if it would turn out like this, but I uh, have this friend in Colorado, and he's been looking for a doctor who he knows to own this clinic with, and um, he accepted me." Jack was now staring intently at his shoes.
" Oh, so when are you leaving? And this is legal isn't it?" Asked Mark as his face feel.
" In a few weeks and yeah, it's legal."
Just then, Jesse walked into the doctor's lounge and fell onto the couch. He looked exhausted. ' It had been a while since I've done anything like that. When I had been back in Minnesota, nothing like this had ever happened. LA is a tough place to work in, but I can't move now, not again, it would be too obvious. What kind of hospital are they running here anyway, back in Minnesota, there was at least one other doctor on call.' Thought Jesse, quite irritated now.
" Jesse, were you?" asked Mark.
The young man jumped a mile at the sound of someone else's voice; he had thought he was the only one in the room. Then again, he probably wouldn't have noticed a heard of elephants either.
" Um, surgery," he mumbled, not wanting to look at the older doctor's face.
" What! This is your first day here, you shouldn't be doing that, you should get another doctor!" erupted Mark, he was furious; interns didn't do that sort of thing on their first day. Actually, they didn't do it at all.
" I was the only doctor on call, what was I supposed to do? Anyway, he's up in recovery now, he should be fine, but I'm looking out for an infection just in case." Said Jesse coolly, and with that, left the room, chart in hand, and headed down to recovery.
" Wow, I didn't know you could do that," said an amused Jack as he started to chuckle, " you know, in all the years I've known you, you've never yelled at anyone."
Mark gave Jack a hard glare, " now, back to you,"
" Um, well, I've got rounds, see yah," with that Jack ran out the door and out of sight.
After Jack's mad dash, Mark also left the lounge and headed down to recovery to see how the patient was doing, when he got there, he was totally astonished. Jesse was writing something down in the chart; the young man went over to the IV stand and fidgeted with it for a little while before he was satisfied. After that, he put the chart back and left the room, heading over to reception. He didn't even notice Mark as he slipped into the room.
Mark picked up the man's chart and looked at it in bewilderment. The kid was good. Everything that was needed was noted in the chart. He really was a good doctor. Just then, Jesse returned with a nurse.
" Oh, hi Dr. Sloan, um, will you excuse me, we've got a room set up for him on the third floor. If you want you can come, but as I said earlier, he's going to be fine, you can check him over yourself if you'd like." Said Jesse, no emotion evident in his voice.
" Um, no, just having a little look." Said Mark, slightly embarrassed.
Jesse and the nurse moved over to the gurney and wheeled the man out of the room, leaving Mark in total aw.
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Steve sat at his desk in the precinct, looking over some recent notes from the last murder, ' whoever this guy is, he's good,' thought Steve with a sigh, ' a knock on the head and that's that.'
He took out another folder; this one was labeled JOHN DOH 15, the latest victim. ' Maybe I can find a connection, but I've tried that before, at least we finally got their identities, now I can change the file labels, great, well, here I go again.'
The victims were a bus driver, a doctor, a lawyer, a traffic officer, a lifeguard, a teacher, a plumber, a hair stylist, a computer engineer, a mailman, a secretary, a housewife, an architect, and an accountant. ' This is so bizarre,' thought Steve, 'none of them are connected in anyway, are they?'
This was probably Steve's most confusing case ever. What made it even worse was the new doctor, but like he had told his father when he had walked into the lounge with Amanda, they didn't find anything unusual, except maybe the fact that the kid was so perfect. 'But what if he was connected to the crimes, maybe that's why he's trying to keep his distance? Or maybe he knows who the killers are?' Then a rational thought hit Steve, 'maybe he just knew one of the victims or was shy.' So, for maybe the tenth time that day, Steve picked up all his notes and started going through them from the beginning.
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Amanda sat in the doctor's lounge, sipping a cup of coffee, which she had to admit, was getting cold and discussing. She was looking over her autopsy notes again, 'this is getting so annoying. Well, at least now there are suspects, but theirs still no connection between the victims.' She let out a heavy sigh and put down the notes, leaning back into the coach. ' What if there was no connection, maybe the killer is a psycho or something?'
To get her mind off the murder, she stood up and left for pathology, she still had to do quiet a few more autopsies on the car pileup victims, ' Yep, this will help for sure.'
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Jesse ran a hand through his hair. His first patient here, and he was going to be fine. All of his problems seemed to disappear, but just for a little while. He picked up the chart again and started looking through it when he heard a groan escape the man's lips.
He quickly put down the chart and walked over to his patient. Now this was something he hadn't expected, but when Jesse had reached him, he was unconscious again.
Jesse bowed his head and walked back to the chair that he had dumped the chart on. He was at least hoping to get the man's name so that he could contact his relatives. 'Oh well, I'll just have to wait then. I wonder if Dr. Sloan is still mad at me?'
Just then, Mark popped his head in, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. Boy was he embarrassed.
" Um, mind if I come in?" he asked, by now he was totally flushed.
Jesse looked up from the chart and found his mentor staring straight at him.
" Sure, i...if you want to." Jesse looked back on the chart and scribbled something down before putting it back into its container. " Ah, what would you like to see? Or did I miss a class, if I did I'm sorry, I was really busy and it probably slipped my mind." He was in partial pleading mode and was giving his mentor a scared look.
" No, you didn't miss any classes, I just came up here to check out the patient, and apologize."
"For what?" Jesse had gone back over to the IV stand and was making sure everything was accurate.
" For yelling at you down stairs, I really shouldn't have."
" Oh, that's ok, I got that a lot back were I went to med school, just not for the same reasons." Said Jesse, a sheepish grin now on his own face, but as Mark noted seemed to have been plastered there while he wasn't facing him.
" So, where did you learn to work like that?"
" Hmm, I don't know, guess I just picked it up at work," stated Jesse with a shrug as he turned to leave the room; the fake smile had vanished from his face.
" Um, what happened to him?" asked Mark nodding his head towards the patient.
" Car accident, thankfully the ambulance got to him in time, who knows what would have happened if it had arrived a few minutes later." He gave a small shudder and turned the corner for the elevators.
All disclaimers still apply.
Chapter 4-First day Blues
Mark walked down the hall towards the doctor's lounge to see the sign in sheet. He had been looking everywhere for Jesse, but couldn't seem to find him. The young intern was supposed to have been at the hospital half an hour ago. To Marks surprise, Jesse had signed in two hours ago.
" Where can he be?"
" You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," came Jack's cheery voice from the doorway.
" Hi Jack, and I suppose you have some good news?"
"I guess, if you wan' a call it that." Said Jack he lowered his head to study his suddenly very interesting shoes.
" What's wrong, you don't look very pleased anymore?" Asked Mark with growing concern.
" Well, I really should have told you earlier, but see I wasn't really sure if it would turn out like this, but I uh, have this friend in Colorado, and he's been looking for a doctor who he knows to own this clinic with, and um, he accepted me." Jack was now staring intently at his shoes.
" Oh, so when are you leaving? And this is legal isn't it?" Asked Mark as his face feel.
" In a few weeks and yeah, it's legal."
Just then, Jesse walked into the doctor's lounge and fell onto the couch. He looked exhausted. ' It had been a while since I've done anything like that. When I had been back in Minnesota, nothing like this had ever happened. LA is a tough place to work in, but I can't move now, not again, it would be too obvious. What kind of hospital are they running here anyway, back in Minnesota, there was at least one other doctor on call.' Thought Jesse, quite irritated now.
" Jesse, were you?" asked Mark.
The young man jumped a mile at the sound of someone else's voice; he had thought he was the only one in the room. Then again, he probably wouldn't have noticed a heard of elephants either.
" Um, surgery," he mumbled, not wanting to look at the older doctor's face.
" What! This is your first day here, you shouldn't be doing that, you should get another doctor!" erupted Mark, he was furious; interns didn't do that sort of thing on their first day. Actually, they didn't do it at all.
" I was the only doctor on call, what was I supposed to do? Anyway, he's up in recovery now, he should be fine, but I'm looking out for an infection just in case." Said Jesse coolly, and with that, left the room, chart in hand, and headed down to recovery.
" Wow, I didn't know you could do that," said an amused Jack as he started to chuckle, " you know, in all the years I've known you, you've never yelled at anyone."
Mark gave Jack a hard glare, " now, back to you,"
" Um, well, I've got rounds, see yah," with that Jack ran out the door and out of sight.
After Jack's mad dash, Mark also left the lounge and headed down to recovery to see how the patient was doing, when he got there, he was totally astonished. Jesse was writing something down in the chart; the young man went over to the IV stand and fidgeted with it for a little while before he was satisfied. After that, he put the chart back and left the room, heading over to reception. He didn't even notice Mark as he slipped into the room.
Mark picked up the man's chart and looked at it in bewilderment. The kid was good. Everything that was needed was noted in the chart. He really was a good doctor. Just then, Jesse returned with a nurse.
" Oh, hi Dr. Sloan, um, will you excuse me, we've got a room set up for him on the third floor. If you want you can come, but as I said earlier, he's going to be fine, you can check him over yourself if you'd like." Said Jesse, no emotion evident in his voice.
" Um, no, just having a little look." Said Mark, slightly embarrassed.
Jesse and the nurse moved over to the gurney and wheeled the man out of the room, leaving Mark in total aw.
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Steve sat at his desk in the precinct, looking over some recent notes from the last murder, ' whoever this guy is, he's good,' thought Steve with a sigh, ' a knock on the head and that's that.'
He took out another folder; this one was labeled JOHN DOH 15, the latest victim. ' Maybe I can find a connection, but I've tried that before, at least we finally got their identities, now I can change the file labels, great, well, here I go again.'
The victims were a bus driver, a doctor, a lawyer, a traffic officer, a lifeguard, a teacher, a plumber, a hair stylist, a computer engineer, a mailman, a secretary, a housewife, an architect, and an accountant. ' This is so bizarre,' thought Steve, 'none of them are connected in anyway, are they?'
This was probably Steve's most confusing case ever. What made it even worse was the new doctor, but like he had told his father when he had walked into the lounge with Amanda, they didn't find anything unusual, except maybe the fact that the kid was so perfect. 'But what if he was connected to the crimes, maybe that's why he's trying to keep his distance? Or maybe he knows who the killers are?' Then a rational thought hit Steve, 'maybe he just knew one of the victims or was shy.' So, for maybe the tenth time that day, Steve picked up all his notes and started going through them from the beginning.
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Amanda sat in the doctor's lounge, sipping a cup of coffee, which she had to admit, was getting cold and discussing. She was looking over her autopsy notes again, 'this is getting so annoying. Well, at least now there are suspects, but theirs still no connection between the victims.' She let out a heavy sigh and put down the notes, leaning back into the coach. ' What if there was no connection, maybe the killer is a psycho or something?'
To get her mind off the murder, she stood up and left for pathology, she still had to do quiet a few more autopsies on the car pileup victims, ' Yep, this will help for sure.'
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Jesse ran a hand through his hair. His first patient here, and he was going to be fine. All of his problems seemed to disappear, but just for a little while. He picked up the chart again and started looking through it when he heard a groan escape the man's lips.
He quickly put down the chart and walked over to his patient. Now this was something he hadn't expected, but when Jesse had reached him, he was unconscious again.
Jesse bowed his head and walked back to the chair that he had dumped the chart on. He was at least hoping to get the man's name so that he could contact his relatives. 'Oh well, I'll just have to wait then. I wonder if Dr. Sloan is still mad at me?'
Just then, Mark popped his head in, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. Boy was he embarrassed.
" Um, mind if I come in?" he asked, by now he was totally flushed.
Jesse looked up from the chart and found his mentor staring straight at him.
" Sure, i...if you want to." Jesse looked back on the chart and scribbled something down before putting it back into its container. " Ah, what would you like to see? Or did I miss a class, if I did I'm sorry, I was really busy and it probably slipped my mind." He was in partial pleading mode and was giving his mentor a scared look.
" No, you didn't miss any classes, I just came up here to check out the patient, and apologize."
"For what?" Jesse had gone back over to the IV stand and was making sure everything was accurate.
" For yelling at you down stairs, I really shouldn't have."
" Oh, that's ok, I got that a lot back were I went to med school, just not for the same reasons." Said Jesse, a sheepish grin now on his own face, but as Mark noted seemed to have been plastered there while he wasn't facing him.
" So, where did you learn to work like that?"
" Hmm, I don't know, guess I just picked it up at work," stated Jesse with a shrug as he turned to leave the room; the fake smile had vanished from his face.
" Um, what happened to him?" asked Mark nodding his head towards the patient.
" Car accident, thankfully the ambulance got to him in time, who knows what would have happened if it had arrived a few minutes later." He gave a small shudder and turned the corner for the elevators.