I realized I made a few mistakes in the last few chapters, but I went back and fixed most of them. Thank you reviewers!
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It was one of those days. One of those days where nothing seemed to go right, and everything seemed to go wrong. Neela seemed to be having a lot of those lately. She turned her attention back to the agitated old man who was currently questioning her ability to treat him.
"You can't be more than twenty years old! Did you even go to college? In my day, you had to have a degree before you could become a doctor. Shows how much things change, huh?" The ornery old man finally took a break from scrutinizing her to take a breath.
Neela seized this opportunity to get a few words in. "Mr. Thompson, I assure you I am more than qualified to treat you. Now please relax or I might miss your vein and have to do this twice." God, what a nightmare.
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Abby saw Neela walk past her and quickly called out to her, "Neela!"
Neela spun around and walked back to Abby. "Hello," she said, anger apparent in her voice.
"What's wrong?" Abby asked, looking at her friend. "Bad day?"
"Oh yeah. I've lost two patients already and its only lunchtime," Neela told her.
"Don't talk about lunch," Abby said. Her stomach was empty, probably because she hadn't been able to keep anything down lately.
"Sorry," Neela apologized. "You all right?"
"Except for one small thing," Abby said. "You didn't get my message? I left one on your cell phone," she told her. "Never mind. Just come get me after you listen to it."
"Okay…" Neela said. Abby was acting kind of strange. But Neela forgot about it and went back to her patients, back to her lousy day.
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Carter and Abby met at their usual time in the usual place- sunset on the roof. It was absolutely beautiful, everything about it. The hustle and bustle of the city was almost unnoticeable, and it was all so peaceful.
Abby brought the drinks up and handed a cup to Carter, who took his eagerly and looked over at her. "Something wrong?" he asked, inspecting her thoughtfully with his eyes.
"Not really, I just-"
She was interrupted by the sound of multiple ambulances pulling into the ambulance bay. "I guess we should go down, huh?" she yelled at her boyfriend, who nodded in response.
"You want to go out for dinner tonight?" John asked in the elevator on the way back down. "I'm off at 8:30 too, so can I pick you up around 9:00?"
"You checked my schedule?" Abby asked incredulously. "You really want to get lucky, don't you?" she laughed, but she was cut short when the elevator stopped and she was hit by nausea. She covered her mouth and tried to hold in her lunch.
"Abby, are you sick?" Carter said, feeling her forehead.
"No, I'm fine," she assured him.
"Are you sure?"
"I SAID I'M FINE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Well that outburst was definitely louder than Abby had intended, but she wasn't about to apologize or anything
"Let's get these traumas over with" Carter said, giving Abby a quick peck on the lips before running out the now open elevator doors. He was trying to pretend that the last fifteen seconds hadn't happened.
"God, I need a smoke," Abby said to herself, trying to forget about her cravings as she too went off to save the life of another stranger.
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Carter was excited. Well, it didn't take a lot to get him excited. But he was really excited today. Straightening his tie, he ran his fingers over the box in his pocket. It had been a long time since he had taken it out. Abby probably didn't even remember it. Oh no. Abby. "Crap," he mumbled to himself. He should have left to pick Abby up half an hour ago. He hoped she was running late too.
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Abby checked her watch. She was ready early for once. Smoothing down her silky black dress with her hands, Abby headed to the kitchen. Nothing like some pickles and peanut butter to satisfy that hunger!
Munching on a deliciously sour pickle, Abby plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
Forty minutes later, Abby was still watching television. Who could blame her? Fear Factor was on. She glanced at the clock, then did a double take when she realized that Carter was really late.
As if on cue, the doorbell sounded and she heard Carter on the other side of the door, saying sorry for being so late.
Abby grabbed her coat and they left, locking the door behind them.
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Back in the ER, it was getting pretty crowded. A bar fight had broken out a few blocks away, and they had received way more drunk people than they had anticipated.
"Hey baby. Which one of the spice girls are you?" an obviously intoxicated man asked Kerry Weaver, who was walking by him.
"Can you please go back to your gurney?" she asked the guy, her patience wearing thin.
"You know you want me. They call me "coffee", I grind so fine!"
Kerry marched past him and into the lounge, where she practically threw herself onto the couch and closed her eyes.
Neela looked over at her from where she was standing by her locker. "You okay?" she asked.
"Oh I'm fine," Weaver told her. "The usual. Getting hit on by random patients."
Neela laughed, imagining an inebriated man trying to flirt on her boss. "Yeah, that happened to me, too. Some chap told me that if I was a booger, he'd pick me first!"
Their laughter was interrupted when Neela's cell phone started beeping. "I'm sorry," Neela told Weaver. "I've got to check my voicemail."
"Go ahead," Kerry told her. "I need to get back to work." Weaver turned and walked out the door. If she had turned around, she would have seen Neela's jaw drop wide open as she listened to a message:
"Um… hey Neela…. It's Abby…. I just took a test. Because…. I was a few weeks late… And… well… can you call me when you get this? I really need to talk to you…And I haven't had the time to talk to Carter… please, Neela…."
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Now who can guess what they are going to talk about? Anyway there you go, chapter 5. I think I am going to be getting out about one chapter a week, so I hope this can hold you over!