Title: Be Still My Heart What If?
Rating: Pg-13/R
Pairing: Kerry, Lucy, Carter
Beta Readers: Scotty Welles and Leyla.
Notes: This part was actually ready to be posted several days ago, however Real Life took an unexpected turn. Meaning the only pair of glasses I own snapped in two while I was doing 60 down the interstate, and my new pair won't be ready until sometime next week...*heavy sigh*. Don't ask how I managed to write this paragraph.
Disclaimer: They're mine and you can't have them. * sticks tongue out *
Lucy charged through one room after another, searching
for Carter. All day he'd left her on her own, not supervising her or
even letting her have more than a minute of his time. Not that she
didn't appreciate the freedom she got in return, it was just she'd have
felt better if she'd had a net to catch her if she screwed up.
The short conversation she had managed to have with him had been one
sentence consisting of him saying she could handle it and that he was
busy. Which was fine for him; he wasn't the one that had no idea what
was wrong with his patient.
She stormed from trauma room one into trauma room two but there was no sign
of him. Indesperation, she meet Dr. Greene's eyes hopefully. "Dr. Greene I...."
"Not now, Lucy."
Lucy clutched the chart to her chest. It seemed like no one was willing to give her
a minute of their time. "But..."
"Why don't you go find Carter?"
Lucy's shoulders slumped as she stalked out of the trauma and marched
into the hall, muttering under her breath. "I have been."
Frustrated, Lucy wished that Dr. Weaver was working instead of Dr. Greene. The chief of the ER was always willing to take the time to answer questions when Lucy needed an opinion or any assistance. But Dr. Weaver wasn't working today, and Lucy wasn't sure where else to turn.
Kerry inched her way to the elevator doors and peeked out, making sure
everyone was distracted. It was Valentine's Day, one of the worst days
of the year to work the ER. Everyone was too cheerful, too happy. It didn't
suit her mood. And she was not going to get caught working in the middle
of all of that love and emotion.
Taking one slow step out, she took off at a half-jog toward the doors.
Ten yards... five yards... She could already feel the cold metal and
glass of the doors beneath her gloved hands. Clenching the forgotten files
tighter to her body, she reached out and...
"DR. WEAVER!!!"
'Oh damn. Just ignore her and she'll go away.' Kerry kept moving,
with no hint of slowing down. She was just about at the doors. All
she had to do was make it to the bay.
"Dr. Weaver, wait..."
Kerry paused at the desperation in the enthusiastic voice. She couldn't
shake the guilt she still felt at having to give up her mentoring the
young girl. She owed Lucy to at least hear her out. Giving in to the
nagging voice of reason, she turned to the student. "I'm not working tonight."
"It'll only take a moment..."
Kerry scanned the ER with a sinking feeling. Everyone was running and
dodging through the halls. The residents and attendings were shouting
out orders without slowing down. Taking in Lucy's frustration, she
would guess that everyone had thrown her out on her own without a net.
" Make it fast Lucy."
Lucy relaxed and handed her the abused chart. "My patient's complaining
of a continuous headache, nausea, pain around his eyes, but no fever."
Kerry scanned the chart, already shifting into her doctor mode. "What
are you thinking?"
"That's the problem, every test I've run so far has come back normal."
Kerry glanced over at the doors. Five more seconds and she would've
been free... "All right, I'll take a look at him, just let me put my
purse in the lounge."
The relief on Lucy's face was obvious. "Thank you, Dr. Weaver. I
really appreciate your help!"
Kerry watched the young woman take off toward the exam room. She had
been like that once. Questioning everything and anything. Always
needing to know why things happened. She'd gone through eight residents
and attendings before she finally ended with Gabe. They had all been
annoyed with her enthusiasm and each time they would pass her off to
someone else.
Gabe had seen what was happening and finally intervened. He had been an
incredible teacher. Patient and compassionate. Able to spend hours
lecturing on anything from a mole to brain surgery and making it sound
like the most unique experience in the universe. In return, all he'd
wanted of her was for her to follow her dreams, and pass on what he
taught her. It had been a promise she'd made to him, the last promise
she'd made to him.
Kerry dumped her stuff in her locker and grabbed her lab coat. Maybe it
was time she considered taking Lucy under her wing again.
Lucy entered exam three feeling much more relaxed, especially knowing that Dr. Weaver was going to give take a look at her patient. Hopefully they would be able to figure out what was wrong and get him out of here soon.
Sobriki was pacing around the room like an animal trapped in a cage.
His hands were clenching and unclenching.
" Paul, you need to lay back down. Dr. Weaver is going to examine
you."
The bloodshot eyes were suspicious. "Why can't you do it?"
"I would feel better if we got a second opinion, and Dr. Weaver is one
of our best doctors."
He moved to the blinds and eyed the people passing by in the halls. Was that fear flickering in his eyes? Lucy wondered. "I don't want anyone to hurt me..."
"No one's going to hurt you." Lucy gently put her arm around him and
guided him toward the bed. His body seemed rigid and jumpy under her
touch.
He jumped as the door opened and Dr. Weaver entered. "All right, let's
see what we've got..."
Paul wrenched away from Lucy, muttering softly to himself. "I won't let
you hurt me..." He started to back away, getting more and more
aggitated. His eyes focused on the crutch. "You want to hurt me..."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I assure you I'm completely harmless."
Kerry slowly leaned the crutch against the wall, sensing it was just
making things worse. She made eye contact with Lucy and motioned
towards the patient. He seemed to trust her on some level.
"This is Dr. Weaver. She's the doctor I was telling you about." Lucy
started to reach for him, wanting to convey trust through her touch.
Paul took a step back and doubled over. The two women jumped back
against the sudden outpour from him. Lucy glanced up at Dr. Weaver, at
a complete loss. Up until that moment there had been no physical
evidence of him being sick.
Rating: Pg-13/R
Pairing: Kerry, Lucy, Carter
Beta Readers: Scotty Welles and Leyla.
Notes: This part was actually ready to be posted several days ago, however Real Life took an unexpected turn. Meaning the only pair of glasses I own snapped in two while I was doing 60 down the interstate, and my new pair won't be ready until sometime next week...*heavy sigh*. Don't ask how I managed to write this paragraph.
Disclaimer: They're mine and you can't have them. * sticks tongue out *
Lucy charged through one room after another, searching
for Carter. All day he'd left her on her own, not supervising her or
even letting her have more than a minute of his time. Not that she
didn't appreciate the freedom she got in return, it was just she'd have
felt better if she'd had a net to catch her if she screwed up.
The short conversation she had managed to have with him had been one
sentence consisting of him saying she could handle it and that he was
busy. Which was fine for him; he wasn't the one that had no idea what
was wrong with his patient.
She stormed from trauma room one into trauma room two but there was no sign
of him. Indesperation, she meet Dr. Greene's eyes hopefully. "Dr. Greene I...."
"Not now, Lucy."
Lucy clutched the chart to her chest. It seemed like no one was willing to give her
a minute of their time. "But..."
"Why don't you go find Carter?"
Lucy's shoulders slumped as she stalked out of the trauma and marched
into the hall, muttering under her breath. "I have been."
Frustrated, Lucy wished that Dr. Weaver was working instead of Dr. Greene. The chief of the ER was always willing to take the time to answer questions when Lucy needed an opinion or any assistance. But Dr. Weaver wasn't working today, and Lucy wasn't sure where else to turn.
Kerry inched her way to the elevator doors and peeked out, making sure
everyone was distracted. It was Valentine's Day, one of the worst days
of the year to work the ER. Everyone was too cheerful, too happy. It didn't
suit her mood. And she was not going to get caught working in the middle
of all of that love and emotion.
Taking one slow step out, she took off at a half-jog toward the doors.
Ten yards... five yards... She could already feel the cold metal and
glass of the doors beneath her gloved hands. Clenching the forgotten files
tighter to her body, she reached out and...
"DR. WEAVER!!!"
'Oh damn. Just ignore her and she'll go away.' Kerry kept moving,
with no hint of slowing down. She was just about at the doors. All
she had to do was make it to the bay.
"Dr. Weaver, wait..."
Kerry paused at the desperation in the enthusiastic voice. She couldn't
shake the guilt she still felt at having to give up her mentoring the
young girl. She owed Lucy to at least hear her out. Giving in to the
nagging voice of reason, she turned to the student. "I'm not working tonight."
"It'll only take a moment..."
Kerry scanned the ER with a sinking feeling. Everyone was running and
dodging through the halls. The residents and attendings were shouting
out orders without slowing down. Taking in Lucy's frustration, she
would guess that everyone had thrown her out on her own without a net.
" Make it fast Lucy."
Lucy relaxed and handed her the abused chart. "My patient's complaining
of a continuous headache, nausea, pain around his eyes, but no fever."
Kerry scanned the chart, already shifting into her doctor mode. "What
are you thinking?"
"That's the problem, every test I've run so far has come back normal."
Kerry glanced over at the doors. Five more seconds and she would've
been free... "All right, I'll take a look at him, just let me put my
purse in the lounge."
The relief on Lucy's face was obvious. "Thank you, Dr. Weaver. I
really appreciate your help!"
Kerry watched the young woman take off toward the exam room. She had
been like that once. Questioning everything and anything. Always
needing to know why things happened. She'd gone through eight residents
and attendings before she finally ended with Gabe. They had all been
annoyed with her enthusiasm and each time they would pass her off to
someone else.
Gabe had seen what was happening and finally intervened. He had been an
incredible teacher. Patient and compassionate. Able to spend hours
lecturing on anything from a mole to brain surgery and making it sound
like the most unique experience in the universe. In return, all he'd
wanted of her was for her to follow her dreams, and pass on what he
taught her. It had been a promise she'd made to him, the last promise
she'd made to him.
Kerry dumped her stuff in her locker and grabbed her lab coat. Maybe it
was time she considered taking Lucy under her wing again.
Lucy entered exam three feeling much more relaxed, especially knowing that Dr. Weaver was going to give take a look at her patient. Hopefully they would be able to figure out what was wrong and get him out of here soon.
Sobriki was pacing around the room like an animal trapped in a cage.
His hands were clenching and unclenching.
" Paul, you need to lay back down. Dr. Weaver is going to examine
you."
The bloodshot eyes were suspicious. "Why can't you do it?"
"I would feel better if we got a second opinion, and Dr. Weaver is one
of our best doctors."
He moved to the blinds and eyed the people passing by in the halls. Was that fear flickering in his eyes? Lucy wondered. "I don't want anyone to hurt me..."
"No one's going to hurt you." Lucy gently put her arm around him and
guided him toward the bed. His body seemed rigid and jumpy under her
touch.
He jumped as the door opened and Dr. Weaver entered. "All right, let's
see what we've got..."
Paul wrenched away from Lucy, muttering softly to himself. "I won't let
you hurt me..." He started to back away, getting more and more
aggitated. His eyes focused on the crutch. "You want to hurt me..."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I assure you I'm completely harmless."
Kerry slowly leaned the crutch against the wall, sensing it was just
making things worse. She made eye contact with Lucy and motioned
towards the patient. He seemed to trust her on some level.
"This is Dr. Weaver. She's the doctor I was telling you about." Lucy
started to reach for him, wanting to convey trust through her touch.
Paul took a step back and doubled over. The two women jumped back
against the sudden outpour from him. Lucy glanced up at Dr. Weaver, at
a complete loss. Up until that moment there had been no physical
evidence of him being sick.