by Céindreadh
ceindreadh@eircom.net
WARNING - contains spoilers for the last few episodes of season 7, and for some of the rumors regarding season 8.
Usual warnings apply...move all pets, partners and offspring to a safe location. Unplug the phone and don't eat anything while reading. The author is not responsible for monitors or keyboards which get damaged while reading this fan-fic. Hiccups may be cured by drinking a glass of water from the wrong side, or taking one lesbian and calling me in the morning.
Kerry limped up to Abby and said, "I heard that you'd decided not to go back to med school. Is it true?"
Abby nodded. "Yeah, I realized that I'm satisfied being a nurse...it's good enough for me," she added. Luka who was standing nearby rolled his eyes in disgust.
Kerry nodded approvingly. "In that case, I spoke to the nursing supervisor. You're starting back on OB from today."
Abby stared at her open-mouthed, "What? Why can't I stay in the ER?"
"Oh really Abby, you know the only reason I put up with you down here was because I thought it was going to help with your medical training. Now of course, there's no reason for it."
Raising her voice, Kerry called, "Security."
"Could you remove this woman, please? She no longer works here."
Abby's jaw dropped as the guard took her by the arm and said, "Come along Ma'am."
"Luka," she yelped. "Do something."
Luka shrugged, "Sorry Abby, but this is none of *my* business."
Carter pulled off his gloves and smirked at Luka. "As you can see *Dr.* Kovac," he said. "Yet again, I have pulled off a miraculous save in the ER. If it wasn't for *my* amazing abilities, that woman would have died before she reached the OR. Sometimes I even astonish myself."
Luka stormed into the lounge and yelled, "Where the hell do we keep the butcher knives around here?"
"For the last time," yelled Luka. "I am from *Croatia*...not Transylvania. We have absolutely nothing to do with vampires...even supposing they existed. So I do not want to hear any more comments about 'sharp teeth and wooden stakes'. Have I made myself clear?"
Randi shrugged. "Pity," she said in a seductive voice, as she leaned forward on the admit desk, showing off how low-cut her top was. "Because I've always had a 'thing' for the dark and mysterious..."
Luka stared at her open-mouthed for a few seconds before leaning forward and whispering in her ear. "I vant to suck your blood."
Shirley took a handful of popcorn from Dave's bag.
"So he hasn't been able to speak for a couple of weeks now?" asked Dave.
Shirley shook her head. "Ever since the day we had all those shooting victims. Psych said it was some sort of psychosomatic problem...they think the shock of something made him lose his voice."
"Anyone got any idea why?"
Shirley shrugged. "I don't know and I don't care. I'm just glad not to have him ordering me about for once."
"I thought he was gonna write everything down," said Dave, in a puzzled voice as he took a handful of popcorn.
"He tried...but you know how illegible doctors handwriting is...nobody could decipher it. So now he's trying sign language and charades."
Dave looked down the corridor to where Romano was stamping his foot in frustration. "Doesn't seem to be working."
Elizabeth was in Kim Legaspi's office, pacing back and forth nervously. "I'm really worried about Mark," she said. "He seems to be suffering from...aberrant behavior."
"What sort of aberrant behavior?" asked Kim. "Has he been aphasic? Losing his temper?"
Elizabeth shook her head. "It's worse than that...did you see that teenage girl in the waiting room with us?"
Kim nodded.
"Well, she turned up on our doorstep saying she was Mark's daughter...and he welcomed her into our house."
"I don't see the problem," said Kim, frowning.
"The problem is, I've met Mark's daughter...and this person looks nothing like her."
Mark stood in the center of the ER and screamed. "I can't live with the guilt anymore...I deliberately let Derek Fossen die!"
Everybody ignored him.
Mark yelled again, "Doesn't anybody care that I'm a cold-blooded murderer?"
Dave patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dude, that was three months ago...nobody gives a damn anymore."
"So Romano was pissed at you manipulating him into co-signing the consent form for the patient who didn't want treatment?" Carter asked Benton.
"Carter, I've been transferred to the proctology department...what do you think?"
"I'm telling you Kerry...I spoke to Susan Lewis...she's coming back to County," said Mark excitedly.
"Sure she is, Mark," said Kerry reassuringly. "I believe you."
Leaving the room, she headed for the lounge where Elizabeth was half-asleep with Ella in her arms.
Kerry said, "I'm afraid he's started suffering from delusions. Do we have your consent to commit him?"
Elizabeth looked at her blearily and shifted Ella from one shoulder to the other.
"Do I have to get up off this couch?" she asked, her voice filled with exhaustion.
Kerry shook her head; "Just sign this form...it gives us permission to keep him in restraints...use mind-altering drugs and possibly E.C.T. on him."
Elizabeth scrawled her signature on the form. "There you go... *now* can I go back to sleep?"
"Of course," said Kerry, smiling sweetly.
Kerry stormed up to admit. "Where the hell is Randi?" she asked.
"Um, I think she and Dr. Kovac went on a break," stammered Yosh.
"Yeah...in the supply closet," muttered Amira, jealously.
"Oh for goodness sakes," said Kerry, limping away.
Knocking on the closed door, Kerry shouted. "Randi? I don't care what you're doing in there...but don't tire out Luka...he's supposed to be doing a double shift, and I don't want him collapsing with exhaustion."
"I think this Chief Resident position has gone to your head Jing-Mei," said Dave.
"Just shut up and keep painting my toe-nails."
THE END