Thank for all the reviews. I'm glad that you guys like that I don't do all my stories in the set of GH. I have another I'm working on but won't post until I have at least completed one fanfic. Its an old Historical romance. Where there were Sirs and Ladies of the Manor. That sort of thing. Does anyone think they would be interested in that? Anyway back to they story at hand. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 4
In the break room, Elizabeth laid her forehead on the cool glass of the window as the bright, glistening snow fell in deceptively innocent flakes.
The second shift hospital supervisor had, indeed, declared a snow emergency. Third shift staff nurses had flooded the switchboard with calls saying they couldn't get in. No reason to be surprised to discover she wasn't going anywhere.
No one was.
The supervisor had already turned empty resident call rooms into sleep room's for the nursing staff. Her job would be to coordinate a sleep schedule for the ICU nurses, in case they were stuck here for the next 24 hours. It didn't help to realize Jason was stuck here, too. She couldn't avoid him. He'd wanted to talk, but what possessed her to blab her secret?
"Elizabeth."
Jason's deep southern accent had her spinning from the window, the resulting dizziness nearly making her fall. She put a steadying hand on the wall.
"Ah…if you're looking for your patient, he's in bed twelve," she said, eyeing the brown paper bag in his hand.
"I'm looking for you, just like I did the morning after you left."
A look of surprise passed along her face.
"I got your number through a friend but you didn't answer my calls," he continued.
"I couldn't find your address — Kelly's security is tighter than the White House — but I wanted to see you again."
Her heart gave a little pang and she desperately wished things were less complicated.
But they weren't.
"Look, Jason, we had a great time but let's just leave it at that, all right?"
His gaze narrowed and she realized she'd ticked him off. He couldn't know how badly she wanted to throw herself into his arms. Why did he have to be so nice? She'd learned the hard way not to date doctors, especially the ones you worked with.
Of course, she wasn't supposed to have hot, steamy, sexual flings with them, either.
"No, we're not going to just leave it at that — no matter what the results. Take this test."
He handed her the bag.
"I'll wait."
He'd brought her a pregnancy kit from the ED. They didn't stock them in the ICU, so she'd planned on going down herself, later. Her stomach flip-flopped as she wavered with indecision.
What was wrong with her? Normally, she was the most decisive person on the planet. She excelled at taking care of her crisis-laden family and being in charge here at work. What was she waiting for?
Without a word, she took the bag from him and disappeared into the bathroom. Swallowing hard, she stared at the package. Okay, she was stuck at work with relentless nausea. If this was the flu, she couldn't take anything to ease her symptoms, until she knew for sure.
She took the test. As she waited for the results, the seconds seemed to take forever to tick by, and she could barely breathe.
She stared in silence at the results.
To be continued...
Ok. I know you guys hate cliffhangers but I am weighing my options on wheter or not I should make her pregnant. So don't hate me. I promise to update soon.
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