~*~ Chapter 8 ~*~
Kayla was sitting at her desk doing some research on heart valve replacements, when she heard a faint knock at the door. She opened the door quickly to see Jagger standing there. "John, what are you doing here?" she asked trying to hide the surprised look that came across her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm I interrupting something? I just thought I would stop by and see if you wanted to grab some dinner with me. But if you're too busy…"
"No, no not at all. I'm just surprised to see you, that's all. I was just doing some research," she explained as she looked down and noticed his bandaged hand. "What happened?"
Jagger lifted his hand and shrugged, "I just cut my hand replacing some floor boards…So, what about dinner? Recovery Room?"
Kayla couldn't help but to smile, "Sounds good to me." She said as she grabbed her coat and purse.
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Eve stood outside of a hospital room door, looking over Shelby's chart one more time. As she reread the chart, she shook her head wondering why Chris was so worried about this young girl. Forcing a smile on her face, she opened the door and entered the room. "I hear that someone in here tried to get out of gym class today," she said trying to add a bit of humor to the situation.
"What?" Shelby asked as she sat up with a suddenly worried look on her face.
"Relax," Eve said "I was just trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Hi, I'm Dr. Lambert."
"What happened to Dr. Ramsey?" the young girl asked.
"Dr. Ramsey had to see a few patients and he asked me to stop in to say hi. So 'hi.' How are you feeling this evening?" Eve asked sitting down next to the girl to take her pulse.
"Tired…"
"Are you sore or achy anywhere?"
"No."
"Overly Thirsty?"
"No, I'm okay," Shelby said beginning to eye Eve. "Are you Dr. Ramsey's girlfriend."
Eve suddenly looked up, "Nope, I can't lay claim to that position. His girlfriend is at home right now…probably playing video games with her little sister."
"What's that for?" Shelby asked when she noticed a tiny needle that looked more like a thumbtack in Eve's hand.
"Oh…this…I'm just going to prick your finger to get a blood sample to test your blood sugar. We want to make sure everything is okay." Eve explain.
"Can't that be done somewhere other than my finger?"
"Well, I only have the finger testers, but yes. We can prescribe the kit that you use on your arm instead." Eve said as she took the girls hand to get the sample. "Piano or guitar?"
"Piano…" Shelby answered with amazement. "How did you know?"
Eve made a small laugh. "Easy, you're worried about your fingers. Usually the only people who worried about their fingers are musicians…or hand models."
"Oh."
"So, we have here a 14 year-old pianist from Queens…" Eve said with a pathetic English accent.
"From Queens?" Shelby asked putting her eyebrows together in confusion.
"It was a joke. You know, like a piano playing prodigy found in the most unexpected location?" Eve could tell that the young girl still didn't get her sense of humor. "Oh, never mind. I don't even know what I'm talking about."
"Your really nice…and funny. Not your typical doctor."
"Sounds like you've ran into my kind before. And it hasn't been a pleasant experience…"
"Yeah, when I was little. I spent a couple of weeks in a hospital. I really hated it."
"Oh, yeah…What were you in the hospital for?" Eve questioned.
"Well, I got sick from my cat, Secret."
"Secret? What a cool name for a cat."
"Yeah, I loved her to death. Anyway it was my job to change the litter box and I did. But my cat was carrying some kind of disease and when I cleaned the litter box, I contracted the disease. So I got to stay in the hospital for a while. But I got better. After that, my mom started to make me take vitamins everyday. She said I got sick because my immune system was weak because I wasn't getting enough Vitamin C."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it. Now all we have to do is get the diabetes under control and you'll be good to go." Eve said with confidence to try to make the girl feel better.
"Can't you just give the cure and send me home?" she asked.
"Unfortunately, I don't know the members of The Cure, but I think they're kind of a weird band anyway." Eve joked again smiling. "But seriously, we can only control diabetes, there isn't a cure yet. But they're working on it."
"Yeah, they're working on it…" Shelby repeated with disgust.
"Hey," Eve said lifting the girls chin "diabetes is a very controllable and very livable disease. Okay?"
"Okay, Dr. Lambert." She said smiling.
"Okay…Well I have to get going. I'll stop by later on to see how you're doing." Eve got up and left the room. After making her notes on Shelby's chart, she put the folder in the basket hanging on the door. "Leptospirosis" she whispered to herself as she walked away.
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"So how's the research coming along?" Jagger asked Kayla as they enjoyed their light dinner.
"Let's put it this way," she said with a smirk, "I am beginning to rethink my decision of becoming a Cardiac Surgeon."
"That good, huh?"
"Monica is a tough cookie to work for." She said in an almost complaining tone.
"But, she's the best. I know my ex-wife really looked up to her and Alan."
"You're right. I have to give her credit. She is top notch," Kayla said in agreement. "Did you ever notice…that all you and I ever do together is eat?"
Jagger gave a small laugh to her comment, "It's seems to be all that we have time for. And everyone has to eat. But since you brought it up, what to you say that next time we do something else too?"
"You've got my attention. Like what?"
Jagger thought for a minute then finally blurted out, "How about cosmic bowling?"
"What, is cosmic bowling?" she asked.
"You've never been cosmic bowling?"
"I haven't been bowling, period, cosmic or otherwise, in about 15 years. It's not my best game."
"We'll have to fix that…Cosmic bowling is really the same as regular bowling, with the exception that you do it in the dark," he explained.
"How do you bowl in the dark. You'd never find the lanes."
"We'll it's not really completely dark. There are neon lights around the bowling alley and the ball and pins glow under the neon lights. So, how about Saturday night?" he asked.
"Oooo, sorry, I have to work Saturday night."
"At midnight?"
"Wait, this is at midnight?" she asked amazed.
"Yeah, midnight or later. It's the best time to cosmic bowl."
"Well, in that case, yes. I happen to be free at Midnight on Saturday."
"Great, I'll pick you up at the hospital then."
"Sounds terrific. Saturday it is. Midnight," she confirmed, "so what are your plans for tonight? Since it looks like fixing the floorboards are now out of the question."
"I don't know. Maybe I'll go catch a movie or something. Would you like to join me?"
"No, thank you," she replied, "I really have to get back to the hospital. I have to have this report ready for Monica by tomorrow afternoon."
"Well, let me a least walk you back to the hospital…"
"That's okay, you better get to your movie," she said smiling at him, "it's only across the street."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive, maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for dinner."
"No, thank you." He replied as he watched her leave the Recovery room. He sat back and finished his drink still watching the door, when Chris walked in and toward the bar.
"Hey, pick up for Dr. Ramsey" Jagger overhead Chris say to the waitress.
"Sure, Frank will have it out in a minute." She answered.
As Chris waited for his food, Jagger got up from the table and sat down on a stool at the bar. He looked Chris up and down for a minute before ordering a beer from the waitress.
"Here, Ramsey…" Frank said as set a paper bag on the counter. "That's $5.49."
"Pleasant as always, I see…" Chris said pulling the money out of his wallet. "Is it right this time?"
"Yeah, but only because I didn't make it."
"Thanks, Scanlon. It's been a pleasure." Chris said as he left with the food.
"What a jerk…" Frank whispered to himself and Jagger took that as his opening.
"Is that guy always that way?" Jagger asked of Frank.
"What way? You mean rude beyond belief? Yeah, he is. He's probably the biggest jerk in Port Charles. Why, you know him?" Frank asked.
"No, no…I've seen him around. This is just the first time that I've seen him without the girl on his arm." Jagger said hinting around for some information.
"Girl?"
"Yeah, long brownish red hair, brown eyes."
"Oh, you must have seen him with Karen. His fiancé. Man I don't know what she sees in him. A sweet girl like her getting mixed up with a con artist like him."
"You think Karen can do better, I take it?" Jagger probed.
"Oh definitely. Anything is better than that snake, and the sooner she realizes it, the better off she'll be," Frank said looking at Jagger's half full mug of beer. "Another beer?"
"Ah, no. Thanks. I need to get going. But hey, maybe someday she'll see the light right?" he said laying the money down on the counter for dinner and the beer as he headed for the door.
Kayla was sitting at her desk doing some research on heart valve replacements, when she heard a faint knock at the door. She opened the door quickly to see Jagger standing there. "John, what are you doing here?" she asked trying to hide the surprised look that came across her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm I interrupting something? I just thought I would stop by and see if you wanted to grab some dinner with me. But if you're too busy…"
"No, no not at all. I'm just surprised to see you, that's all. I was just doing some research," she explained as she looked down and noticed his bandaged hand. "What happened?"
Jagger lifted his hand and shrugged, "I just cut my hand replacing some floor boards…So, what about dinner? Recovery Room?"
Kayla couldn't help but to smile, "Sounds good to me." She said as she grabbed her coat and purse.
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Eve stood outside of a hospital room door, looking over Shelby's chart one more time. As she reread the chart, she shook her head wondering why Chris was so worried about this young girl. Forcing a smile on her face, she opened the door and entered the room. "I hear that someone in here tried to get out of gym class today," she said trying to add a bit of humor to the situation.
"What?" Shelby asked as she sat up with a suddenly worried look on her face.
"Relax," Eve said "I was just trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Hi, I'm Dr. Lambert."
"What happened to Dr. Ramsey?" the young girl asked.
"Dr. Ramsey had to see a few patients and he asked me to stop in to say hi. So 'hi.' How are you feeling this evening?" Eve asked sitting down next to the girl to take her pulse.
"Tired…"
"Are you sore or achy anywhere?"
"No."
"Overly Thirsty?"
"No, I'm okay," Shelby said beginning to eye Eve. "Are you Dr. Ramsey's girlfriend."
Eve suddenly looked up, "Nope, I can't lay claim to that position. His girlfriend is at home right now…probably playing video games with her little sister."
"What's that for?" Shelby asked when she noticed a tiny needle that looked more like a thumbtack in Eve's hand.
"Oh…this…I'm just going to prick your finger to get a blood sample to test your blood sugar. We want to make sure everything is okay." Eve explain.
"Can't that be done somewhere other than my finger?"
"Well, I only have the finger testers, but yes. We can prescribe the kit that you use on your arm instead." Eve said as she took the girls hand to get the sample. "Piano or guitar?"
"Piano…" Shelby answered with amazement. "How did you know?"
Eve made a small laugh. "Easy, you're worried about your fingers. Usually the only people who worried about their fingers are musicians…or hand models."
"Oh."
"So, we have here a 14 year-old pianist from Queens…" Eve said with a pathetic English accent.
"From Queens?" Shelby asked putting her eyebrows together in confusion.
"It was a joke. You know, like a piano playing prodigy found in the most unexpected location?" Eve could tell that the young girl still didn't get her sense of humor. "Oh, never mind. I don't even know what I'm talking about."
"Your really nice…and funny. Not your typical doctor."
"Sounds like you've ran into my kind before. And it hasn't been a pleasant experience…"
"Yeah, when I was little. I spent a couple of weeks in a hospital. I really hated it."
"Oh, yeah…What were you in the hospital for?" Eve questioned.
"Well, I got sick from my cat, Secret."
"Secret? What a cool name for a cat."
"Yeah, I loved her to death. Anyway it was my job to change the litter box and I did. But my cat was carrying some kind of disease and when I cleaned the litter box, I contracted the disease. So I got to stay in the hospital for a while. But I got better. After that, my mom started to make me take vitamins everyday. She said I got sick because my immune system was weak because I wasn't getting enough Vitamin C."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it. Now all we have to do is get the diabetes under control and you'll be good to go." Eve said with confidence to try to make the girl feel better.
"Can't you just give the cure and send me home?" she asked.
"Unfortunately, I don't know the members of The Cure, but I think they're kind of a weird band anyway." Eve joked again smiling. "But seriously, we can only control diabetes, there isn't a cure yet. But they're working on it."
"Yeah, they're working on it…" Shelby repeated with disgust.
"Hey," Eve said lifting the girls chin "diabetes is a very controllable and very livable disease. Okay?"
"Okay, Dr. Lambert." She said smiling.
"Okay…Well I have to get going. I'll stop by later on to see how you're doing." Eve got up and left the room. After making her notes on Shelby's chart, she put the folder in the basket hanging on the door. "Leptospirosis" she whispered to herself as she walked away.
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"So how's the research coming along?" Jagger asked Kayla as they enjoyed their light dinner.
"Let's put it this way," she said with a smirk, "I am beginning to rethink my decision of becoming a Cardiac Surgeon."
"That good, huh?"
"Monica is a tough cookie to work for." She said in an almost complaining tone.
"But, she's the best. I know my ex-wife really looked up to her and Alan."
"You're right. I have to give her credit. She is top notch," Kayla said in agreement. "Did you ever notice…that all you and I ever do together is eat?"
Jagger gave a small laugh to her comment, "It's seems to be all that we have time for. And everyone has to eat. But since you brought it up, what to you say that next time we do something else too?"
"You've got my attention. Like what?"
Jagger thought for a minute then finally blurted out, "How about cosmic bowling?"
"What, is cosmic bowling?" she asked.
"You've never been cosmic bowling?"
"I haven't been bowling, period, cosmic or otherwise, in about 15 years. It's not my best game."
"We'll have to fix that…Cosmic bowling is really the same as regular bowling, with the exception that you do it in the dark," he explained.
"How do you bowl in the dark. You'd never find the lanes."
"We'll it's not really completely dark. There are neon lights around the bowling alley and the ball and pins glow under the neon lights. So, how about Saturday night?" he asked.
"Oooo, sorry, I have to work Saturday night."
"At midnight?"
"Wait, this is at midnight?" she asked amazed.
"Yeah, midnight or later. It's the best time to cosmic bowl."
"Well, in that case, yes. I happen to be free at Midnight on Saturday."
"Great, I'll pick you up at the hospital then."
"Sounds terrific. Saturday it is. Midnight," she confirmed, "so what are your plans for tonight? Since it looks like fixing the floorboards are now out of the question."
"I don't know. Maybe I'll go catch a movie or something. Would you like to join me?"
"No, thank you," she replied, "I really have to get back to the hospital. I have to have this report ready for Monica by tomorrow afternoon."
"Well, let me a least walk you back to the hospital…"
"That's okay, you better get to your movie," she said smiling at him, "it's only across the street."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive, maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for dinner."
"No, thank you." He replied as he watched her leave the Recovery room. He sat back and finished his drink still watching the door, when Chris walked in and toward the bar.
"Hey, pick up for Dr. Ramsey" Jagger overhead Chris say to the waitress.
"Sure, Frank will have it out in a minute." She answered.
As Chris waited for his food, Jagger got up from the table and sat down on a stool at the bar. He looked Chris up and down for a minute before ordering a beer from the waitress.
"Here, Ramsey…" Frank said as set a paper bag on the counter. "That's $5.49."
"Pleasant as always, I see…" Chris said pulling the money out of his wallet. "Is it right this time?"
"Yeah, but only because I didn't make it."
"Thanks, Scanlon. It's been a pleasure." Chris said as he left with the food.
"What a jerk…" Frank whispered to himself and Jagger took that as his opening.
"Is that guy always that way?" Jagger asked of Frank.
"What way? You mean rude beyond belief? Yeah, he is. He's probably the biggest jerk in Port Charles. Why, you know him?" Frank asked.
"No, no…I've seen him around. This is just the first time that I've seen him without the girl on his arm." Jagger said hinting around for some information.
"Girl?"
"Yeah, long brownish red hair, brown eyes."
"Oh, you must have seen him with Karen. His fiancé. Man I don't know what she sees in him. A sweet girl like her getting mixed up with a con artist like him."
"You think Karen can do better, I take it?" Jagger probed.
"Oh definitely. Anything is better than that snake, and the sooner she realizes it, the better off she'll be," Frank said looking at Jagger's half full mug of beer. "Another beer?"
"Ah, no. Thanks. I need to get going. But hey, maybe someday she'll see the light right?" he said laying the money down on the counter for dinner and the beer as he headed for the door.