Chapter 13 everyone!
hope you like it. as always, getting it started was a drag but once i got it going, i was on a roll so enjoy!
Rookie Blue and its original concepts do not belong to me.
But my happiness didn't last long because she didn't leave, she pulled the door shut with her still in the room.
"Dr. Weston is with another patient right now," she said still facing the closed door. "It'll be a while before he comes to see you."
She turned around to face me, and leaned back on the door with a very feline smile on her face.
What have I gotten myself into...
Was this honestly happening? I half expected to wake up in my bed any minute now.
I closed my eyes and shook my head to clear it. I silently prayed that when I opened my eyes, that she wouldn't be there.
Unfortunately for me, my luck wasn't any better. I opened my eyes to see the young nurse still leaning back against the door with a suggestive smile on her face.
I exhaled heavily and mentally cursed Dr. Reinfrew for sending me here in the first place, and the examination room doctor who wasn't here.
"Um, you need to leave so I can change," I said in a passive voice.
She grinned and pushed off the door to take a step closer to me. If I wasn't sitting down, I'd have to resist the urge to take a step back.
"Don't tell me that you're shy," she crooned.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm not," I replied.
"Then why should I leave?" she asked me, her grin spreading even wider on her face while she took another step towards me.
I sighed. "Don't you have to be at the counter or something?" I said, hoping that my subtlety wasn't too... well subtle.
"Nope," she replied cheerfully and took another step towards me. "I'm on my break right now."
Oh how very freaking convenient. Dear god, what have I done to deserve such rotten luck?
Since she wasn't catching onto my subtle let downs, maybe she was choosing to ignore them, I decided to go for a more direct approach.
"Listen, I don't know what you have in your mind right now, but I'm not in the mood for any of this," I said in a stern voice.
"In fact, I'm quite bent over someone else at the moment, so I'd appreciate it if you just left." If she didn't get the message after what I just said, then she must be insanely oblivious.
Her grin didn't waver one single bit. It stayed as it was on her face as she took another step towards me. I noticed that she moved like a stalking cat.
"I can help straighten you out," she whispered huskily.
That was it. I jumped up to my feet. "Listen-," I began, but before I could finish, the door opened, and a tall African American man walked in.
He came in and walked to his desk, never looking up from the clipboard in his hands. I'm guessing this was Dr. Weston.
When he finally did look up, he looked startled. Kind of like he just noticed there were people in here.
How he didn't notice two people standing around talking, I don't know.
"Oh... hello," he said in what sounded like a French accent. He looked down at his clipboard again and furrowed his brow.
That's when Jennifer stepped up to him and held out my note from earlier. He took it and read it over quickly nodding to himself.
"Ok Officer Swarek, lets see what we can do for you," he said while moving to sit behind his desk.
I didn't move from my position standing beside the chair, and Jennifer didn't move from her position standing beside the doctor smiling at me.
"You should change into the gown," he said to me.
I would if I could, doc I thought bitterly. I looked pointedly at Jennifer, and praise the lord Dr. Weston got the silent message.
"Jennifer if you would step out for a moment please," he said to her.
She immediately turned her gaze from me to him. "Of course, but if you need anything, I'll get it for you," she replied sweetly.
"If I need anything," the doctor replied, "I'll page you for it. Now," and he gestured towards the door.
She turned her gaze to me once more for a moment. Then she winked at me and turned and walked to the door.
Once she was out of the room, I turned to the doctor.
"There's a washroom right there," he said pointing to a door on the other end of the room. "You can change in there. There should be a bag or something in there for you to put your other clothes in. Um, you probably should put those back on though."
I looked down at my blood stained uniform and grimaced. "My friend is already getting me a change of clothes," I informed him.
I honestly couldn't wait until I got into clean clothes that weren't drenched in Andy's blood.
I moved into the washroom and changed into the gown that was given to me. It was the standard hospital issue.
I found a plastic bag and put my stained uniform in it. I took a quick look in the washroom mirror and grimaced again.
I had a colouring bruise on my jaw from where that sucker punched me. There was blood on the skin near my hairline. It probably got there when I brushed at my face with blood on my hands.
All in all, I looked pretty haggard. I sighed and wiped at the blood on my face, then walked back into the room.
Dr. Weston was still sitting in his chair behind the desk. He looked up when I came in. I stood in the middle of the room, not quite sure what to do.
He finally stood up and gestured for me to sit on the examination table, and I did.
"So, Officer—"
"Call me Sam," I interrupted.
He smiled. "Ok, so Sam, I understand that I am to give you a once over to make sure you really are ok after the events of today. Am I correct?"
"Uh, sounds about right," I replied not feeling entirely comfortable with being examined.
"I'm guessing that all that blood on your uniform isn't yours?"
"I don't think any of it is mine. It's my partners. Our op went wrong this afternoon," I said wincing internally as I recalled the events of the day.
"Oh I see. Is your partner all right?" he asked while he moved to me and started to check my vitals.
"Well I hope so," I began. "She's in the ICU right now. She's in an um... coma..." I finished.
If the doctor noticed the change in my voice, he didn't acknowledge it. He just proceeded to poke and prod and write things down on his clipboard.
Almost twenty minutes later, the doctor pronounced me good to go. I didn't have many injuries. Just a few bruises here and there.
Dr. Weston gave me a piece of paper, told me I could leave now. But I needed my change of clothes. I really did not want to change back into my uniform to see if Jerry was back.
"Um, I just have to see if my friend is back with my change of clothes," I said and walked over to the door.
I really didn't want to go out into the waiting room like this, so I prayed to god that Jerry was back and that he was somewhere where he could see me easily.
I opened the door and stuck my head out looking for Jerry. And I was intensely relieved to see Jerry standing a few feet away.
I motioned for him to come closer.
Once he was close enough, he held out a bag to me with clean clothes.
"Thanks, I'll be right back," I said then closed the door once again and went into the washroom to change.
Once I was done, I came out and put the gown in the bin.
"Um, thanks," I said to Dr. Weston who was still sitting at his desk.
"Hmm?" he murmured as he looked up. "Oh, don't worry about it," he said then smiled.
I gave him a quick smile and walked out the door, closing it behind me. I walked over to where Jerry was leaning against the wall.
"Hey, how'd things go?" he asked once I reached him.
"I got the go ahead," I replied smugly. "Now let's get out of here before you know who sees me."
Jerry's gaze travelled behind my shoulder and a grin broke out across his face and I had a sinking feeling that I knew why.
"Speak of the devil," he whispered as I glared at him.
"Oh Sam," I heard a female voice call and I reluctantly turned around. Guess who it was. "Remember what I said earlier," she said and winked.
Before she could say anything else, I walked out of the waiting room and heard Jerry follow me.
I walk to the elevator and pushed the button. The elevator arrived almost instantly. Once we were inside, I could feel Jerry's gaze on me. I didn't have to guess what he was going to ask me.
"Don't ask," I warned. "You do not want to know."
soooo i hope you liked it.
right now, im really loving the Sam/Jerry scenes. i never realized how much they depended on eachother. their friendship is a great one.
stay tuned for chapter 14.
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