Batter up: Chapter 8.... REVIEW Plllleeeeaaaassssseeeee? (That's me,
begging).
Natalie!
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I've always thought that will was an amazing thing. I'm not talking about a normal will, but the subconscious will that allows us to do things we want without admitting to ourselves, or anyone else, that we truly want to do them. I think that is the most powerful will of all.
Now I know that this talk of will hardly seems relevant, but I assure you that it is quite relevant. You see, this will is what allowed me to forge just one more letter. I'm not stupid, just to let you know. I know that under normal circumstances neither Corday nor Romano would have gone for another note...however...these were not normal circumstances.
You see, I knew that both Romano and Corday wanted to see each other again, but that neither of them wanted to admit it just yet. So, I took the chance that I could get by with just one more letter—and I continued my forgery.
I was offering them the chance to see each other again—a date with no strings attached. Neither of them would turn this opportunity down. No sir, a letter would do just fine.
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Elizabeth entered the OR in the standard surgical manner, only to find Robert already in the procedure, 'getting his hands dirty', so to speak.
"Robert." She acknowledged.
He looked a bit surprised to see her, as though he hadn't noticed her come in. "Hey Lizzie." He replied buoyantly, in his usual manner, as his eyes briefly lingered on her countenance. "You read to slice and dice?"
"Aren't I always?" She asked jokingly.
They began working together as usual—his strengths complementing her weaknesses—and vice versa. They were a perfect surgical pair.
"So," Romano began "What do you think the deal is with this O'Grady guy?"
She paused a moment, as if she were considering the question. "I'm not sure." She said simply.
"My, that was insightful of you Dr. Corday." He stated sarcastically.
"Yes, perhaps I've been spending too much time with you."
He smiled "Is that the best you can do, Lizzie?"
"Suction," she requested as Shirley obliged "At the moment" she paused "yes."
"Well, that's a step down from your usual."
"Ah—and a step up from yours." She said as she eyeballed him over the patient. He laughed, as did she, and they exchanged a brief glance of amusement tainted with tension.
"Well," Robert said, getting back on topic "As soon as I'm done here I'm going to find Weaver and ask her what the hell's up with this guy."
Elizabeth stopped "Wait, YOU'RE going to WILLFULLY seek out Kerry Weaver?!?!" She paused, letting this sink in "Hell hath frozen over."
He chuckled "Maybe you're right—I don't want to contact the cackle queen—I plead temporary insanity."
"Temporary?" she joked.
They both laughed and returned to the successful surgery.
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"So, is there another game tonight?"
I jumped when I heard his voice. "What?" I said, still startled.
"Your little baseball analogy—is there another game tonight?"
OHHHHH.... It all sunk in. "Um, yeah..." I said, wondering why he was asking.
"Oh, you thought it was just a one time deal?"
I shrugged. Wasn't it?
Apparently he heard my question "Nope. I'm going to watch this all the way through—or I'll blab the entire plan."
"You would, you little weasel."
He took a bow "I weasel with the best of them."
"Fine. You can come. But...But..." I began, how did I say this?
He smiled "But, what?"
"But no more distractions—okay?" I hope he got what I meant. "I'm the pitcher here, and I can't be taking my eyes away from the batter to see how cute the catcher is." I was babbling, and I was pretty sure that I sounded ridiculous, but oh well.
"Wow." He said simply.
"What?" I asked, self-conscious.
He shook his head in mock concernment and then stated: "I didn't realize you were so into this analogy thing."
I smiled gently, which isn't usual for me, and he laughed. He then reached out and brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"Oh, I am" I said.
He sighed, and looked at me for a second "Okay, fine—no more distractions from the catcher—for the time being... but after the game is over, I make no promises."
I smiled. That's perfectly fine with me.
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Elizabeth walked into her office, and sat down with a small sigh—she had missed the usual banter she and Robert had previously had. She was glad it had returned.
She then looked on her desk for the note she was nearly positive would be there: it was.
"Dr. Corday,
Please excuse my absence last night, my daughter was ill and I had to attend to her. Please, meet me tonight at Vincenzo's at 8:00—there are surgical aspects that we MUST discuss.
Thank you for your time,
Dr. Lawrence O'Grady"
She sighed. This guy was a huge flake, one of the most irresponsible men she'd ever come across. Even if the thing about his daughter were true, he should have at least contacted the restaurant, or something.
But, she would be at Vincenzo's at 8... but not because Dr. O'Grady said he would be there...
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Robert walked into his office with a smile on his face. In the OR it had seemed like old times, and there was nothing he loved more... well, almost nothing. His eyes then went to his desk, for he was certain he'd find a note there.
"Dr. Romano,
Please excuse my absence last night, my daughter was ill and I had to attend to her. Please, meet me tonight at Vincenzo's at 8:00—there are surgical aspects that we MUST discuss.
Thank you for your time,
Dr. Lawrence O'Grady"
This guy was full of crap—but Robert didn't care. He didn't want to talk about "surgical aspects". In fact, that was exactly what he didn't want to do. This guy knew nothing about keeping appointments—or canceling them.
But, he would show up at Vincenzo's at 8... but not because Dr. O'Grady promised to be there...
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To be continued.
Remember: While this may not seem logical, my narrator is dealing with the power of subconscious will—the will that can do anything... and will... hahahaha, get it?
Anyway PLEASE REVIEW!!! It's what helps me get through these days!!! (Well, that and a certain boy that kissed me on the cheek last night....)
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks!
Natalie!
Natalie!
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I've always thought that will was an amazing thing. I'm not talking about a normal will, but the subconscious will that allows us to do things we want without admitting to ourselves, or anyone else, that we truly want to do them. I think that is the most powerful will of all.
Now I know that this talk of will hardly seems relevant, but I assure you that it is quite relevant. You see, this will is what allowed me to forge just one more letter. I'm not stupid, just to let you know. I know that under normal circumstances neither Corday nor Romano would have gone for another note...however...these were not normal circumstances.
You see, I knew that both Romano and Corday wanted to see each other again, but that neither of them wanted to admit it just yet. So, I took the chance that I could get by with just one more letter—and I continued my forgery.
I was offering them the chance to see each other again—a date with no strings attached. Neither of them would turn this opportunity down. No sir, a letter would do just fine.
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Elizabeth entered the OR in the standard surgical manner, only to find Robert already in the procedure, 'getting his hands dirty', so to speak.
"Robert." She acknowledged.
He looked a bit surprised to see her, as though he hadn't noticed her come in. "Hey Lizzie." He replied buoyantly, in his usual manner, as his eyes briefly lingered on her countenance. "You read to slice and dice?"
"Aren't I always?" She asked jokingly.
They began working together as usual—his strengths complementing her weaknesses—and vice versa. They were a perfect surgical pair.
"So," Romano began "What do you think the deal is with this O'Grady guy?"
She paused a moment, as if she were considering the question. "I'm not sure." She said simply.
"My, that was insightful of you Dr. Corday." He stated sarcastically.
"Yes, perhaps I've been spending too much time with you."
He smiled "Is that the best you can do, Lizzie?"
"Suction," she requested as Shirley obliged "At the moment" she paused "yes."
"Well, that's a step down from your usual."
"Ah—and a step up from yours." She said as she eyeballed him over the patient. He laughed, as did she, and they exchanged a brief glance of amusement tainted with tension.
"Well," Robert said, getting back on topic "As soon as I'm done here I'm going to find Weaver and ask her what the hell's up with this guy."
Elizabeth stopped "Wait, YOU'RE going to WILLFULLY seek out Kerry Weaver?!?!" She paused, letting this sink in "Hell hath frozen over."
He chuckled "Maybe you're right—I don't want to contact the cackle queen—I plead temporary insanity."
"Temporary?" she joked.
They both laughed and returned to the successful surgery.
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"So, is there another game tonight?"
I jumped when I heard his voice. "What?" I said, still startled.
"Your little baseball analogy—is there another game tonight?"
OHHHHH.... It all sunk in. "Um, yeah..." I said, wondering why he was asking.
"Oh, you thought it was just a one time deal?"
I shrugged. Wasn't it?
Apparently he heard my question "Nope. I'm going to watch this all the way through—or I'll blab the entire plan."
"You would, you little weasel."
He took a bow "I weasel with the best of them."
"Fine. You can come. But...But..." I began, how did I say this?
He smiled "But, what?"
"But no more distractions—okay?" I hope he got what I meant. "I'm the pitcher here, and I can't be taking my eyes away from the batter to see how cute the catcher is." I was babbling, and I was pretty sure that I sounded ridiculous, but oh well.
"Wow." He said simply.
"What?" I asked, self-conscious.
He shook his head in mock concernment and then stated: "I didn't realize you were so into this analogy thing."
I smiled gently, which isn't usual for me, and he laughed. He then reached out and brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"Oh, I am" I said.
He sighed, and looked at me for a second "Okay, fine—no more distractions from the catcher—for the time being... but after the game is over, I make no promises."
I smiled. That's perfectly fine with me.
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Elizabeth walked into her office, and sat down with a small sigh—she had missed the usual banter she and Robert had previously had. She was glad it had returned.
She then looked on her desk for the note she was nearly positive would be there: it was.
"Dr. Corday,
Please excuse my absence last night, my daughter was ill and I had to attend to her. Please, meet me tonight at Vincenzo's at 8:00—there are surgical aspects that we MUST discuss.
Thank you for your time,
Dr. Lawrence O'Grady"
She sighed. This guy was a huge flake, one of the most irresponsible men she'd ever come across. Even if the thing about his daughter were true, he should have at least contacted the restaurant, or something.
But, she would be at Vincenzo's at 8... but not because Dr. O'Grady said he would be there...
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Robert walked into his office with a smile on his face. In the OR it had seemed like old times, and there was nothing he loved more... well, almost nothing. His eyes then went to his desk, for he was certain he'd find a note there.
"Dr. Romano,
Please excuse my absence last night, my daughter was ill and I had to attend to her. Please, meet me tonight at Vincenzo's at 8:00—there are surgical aspects that we MUST discuss.
Thank you for your time,
Dr. Lawrence O'Grady"
This guy was full of crap—but Robert didn't care. He didn't want to talk about "surgical aspects". In fact, that was exactly what he didn't want to do. This guy knew nothing about keeping appointments—or canceling them.
But, he would show up at Vincenzo's at 8... but not because Dr. O'Grady promised to be there...
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To be continued.
Remember: While this may not seem logical, my narrator is dealing with the power of subconscious will—the will that can do anything... and will... hahahaha, get it?
Anyway PLEASE REVIEW!!! It's what helps me get through these days!!! (Well, that and a certain boy that kissed me on the cheek last night....)
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks!
Natalie!