Sorry to bother you all again, but I forgot to mention that chapters 17 are merely filler chapters. My story will eventually progress, I promise.
This has got to be the shift from hell. It's St. Patrick's Day and I've been watching drunk after drunk be brought in from bar fights and accidental falls from balconies. God, I hope I was never like this.
"Are you actually going to get some work done, or are you just going to stand around all day?"
I turn to face a less than enthusiastic Susan and shrug. She continues to stare at me; I guess she actually wants me to respond to her question.
"I don't know," I say, "I kind of enjoy just standing here, you know people watching… and according to my watch, my shift is over. Now if you don't mind, Ray and I are going to-,"
"I don't want to hear it," Susan says covering her ears. I smile at her.
"Are we really that predictable?" I ask. Maybe Ray and I should actually try to hide our activities from the rest of the ER.
"Abby, do you and Ray even do anything else? I mean I've already walked in on you two four times this week and it's only Tuesday! And I don't even know the extent of what you guys do at home; from what I see around here, it looks like you never see each other, either that or you just can't get enough."
I stop and thing for a minute, Susan is right except for the whole not seeing each other thing; Ray and I never go out or anything. We always order in and watch a movie or two and eventually move on to other activities. Tonight, though, is different; we're doing dinner and a movie… maybe a bit of other stuff in the back row of the theater. God, I really can't get enough.
"Susan, I'd really love to just sit here and talk with you all night, but I really have to get going," I say, "You know how it is, I can only go so long before I need to feel Ray's-."
"Okay, okay go!" Susan exclaims. I grin at her and walk toward the lounge.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" Rays asks as I walk through the lounge door. I pull my lab coat off and walk to my locker.
"Yeah almost," I answer, "I just need to change. Are you sure you don't want to cancel the reservations and just go home and-,"
"Have sex?" Ray says, completing my sentence. I smile and blush.
"Hey," he says, "I want to take you out, you deserve it. Besides, we can always do that other thing after dinner." I smile again and lean in to kiss him.
"Hey did you bring your sexy outfit?" Ray asks against my lips.
"Of course," I murmur," I know how much you like it. Now, if you'd let me change, we could leave sooner meaning we would get home sooner and have more time to do other… stuff."
I walk to the ladies room and Ray is following closely behind. After several unsuccessful attempts to change out of my work clothes, I am forced to send Ray out of the room. I pull on the "sexy shirt" and go to the mirror to fix my hair. I remember why Ray loves this shirt so much; my otherwise small boobs seem to triple in size when I put this shirt on. I take a couple of minutes to apply my make up and I'm ready for our night out. I walk out of the restroom and watch the eyes of several of my male coworkers and patients grow wide.
"Ray," I say, "I'm ready now; let's go." I start walking toward admit when a drunk patient grabs my hand and pulls my down onto his lap.
"Hey Babe," he says, "How about you come home with me tonight." I struggle to extract myself from his grasp, but her just holds on tighter. "Hey you're a real tough one aren't you?" he asks. I turn away from him; the stench of liquor on his breath is enough to make me want to vomit.
"Ray!" I cry, "Help me!" Ray turns from his discussion with Luka to see me on the patient's lap.
"What the hell?" he says as he rushes over to my rescue and pulls me out of the patient's arms. "Dude, keep your hands off her. Come on Abby."
Ray and I turn to leave the hospital. I wave to Neela and smile up at Ray. He slips an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him.
"Now, on to our night out," he says with that sexy smile.
Suddenly, suturing supplies fly our from behind us, and Ray falls to the floor. I turn to find our disgruntled patient ready to attack Ray.
"Security!" I yell as I kneel down next to Ray, "Ray, Ray look at me. I need a gurney over here!"
I pull my hand out from behind Ray's head; it's covered with blood. Malik brings a gurney over and he and Luka lift Ray onto it.
Ray's Pov
My head is pounding right now and the room is so dark, I can't tell where I am. Abby is sleeping next to me; she's still wearing the sexy shirt and from my angle the shirt is even sexier. Her hair is messy and strewn across the pillow beneath her and her lips are drawn into a pout. God, I want her right now. The door opens and light floods my small room; well I can see that I haven't left County yet.
"Hey you're up," Sam says. I nod and rub my head.
"What the hell happened?" I ask. Sam chuckles and leans against the hospital bed.
"You need some more morphine?" she asks. I nod in return and watch as she adds the morphine to my IV. "That drunk guy hit you on the back of the head with a suture pan," Sam says as she sits in the chair next to the bed, "You've got a nice gash, it needed twenty-nine stitches. You freaked Abby out." I smile.
"What happened to that dude?" I ask
"Security got him," she answers, "He was taken down to the police station. What did you do to piss him off anyway?"
"I didn't let him get it on with Abby," I answer.
"Thanks for that," Abby says. I look down at her; she's peeking through one eye at me. "You're my hero," she says with a smile, "And I'm glad to see that you're feeling better. I was ready to kick that guy's ass."
"Yeah, you should have seen her," Sam interrupts, "Immediately after that guy hit you, Abby went into doctor mode and after you were taken to exam three, she went berserk and tried to attack the guy. Security was going to take her down to the station too. You really should have been there, Ray, you would have been proud."
"Yeah, unfortunately I was a little busy being unconscious and all," I quip.
"Doctor Abby!" I yell. Abby walks into our bedroom. She smiles at me, and leans against the doorframe. She looks tired but beautiful. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and her makeup has long since been washed off. She's radiating natural beauty.
"What do you need?" Abby asks, the smile never leaving her face, "Anything, just name it."
"I need you," I answer, "Every bit of you."
She walks to the foot of the bed and sits down. We stare at each other for a few moments, a few silent, beautiful moments. Abby laughs and crawls up the length of the bed to me, seduction dripping from every inch of her body. She collapses into my arms and her soft giggles brush against my cheek. I rub my hands all over her exposed flesh up to her arched neck. She leans in slowly and brushes her full lips against mine; she lingers there for a moment and smiles. Her arms find their way around my neck, and my hands rest on her hips.
"You're beautiful," I say.
She doesn't believe me; she never does. I wish she could understand just how much I love her; how beautiful I think she is. Every aspect of her intrigues me: her smile, her eyes, her personality; I love it all, I need it all.