Disclaimer. I don't own them, they're not mine....well, the Sim versions are mine...all mine....(cein cackles maniacally) but anyway...don't sue me...please.....
Seasonal snippets. (aka more musings from my sick and twisted mind)
Notes - since this is a 'fun-fic' I've ignored a lot of Season 7, but there are some spoilers.
Kerry sighed as she looked at her notes, "So you started an I.V. of Dilantin on the patient?" The figure in front of her nodded.
"And you didn't tell her that it was going to sting as it went in?" There was another nod.
"And she wasn't very happy about this?" This was answered by a muffled grunt.
"So she ripped out the I.V... and threw the I.V. bag at you?"
"You know Dave," said Carter patronizingly. "If you're going to send Valentines Day cards to all the girls you're dating, it's usually a good idea to get a few different designs..." He paused for effect. "Especially if you're sending them to twin sisters."
"Just shut up and unlock the door," came the muffled reply.
Carter looked at Dave's locker, from where the reply had come. "You know, Haleh was in here before me...why didn't you ask her to let you out?"
Dave mumbled something that Carter couldn't catch. "What was that Dave?" he asked as he fiddled with the lock. The door swung open to reveal Dave wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. "Ah..." said Carter.
"And then she took the I.V. tubing and tied you up with it?" said Kerry. The figure in front of her nodded. "Oh, that came after she ripped open the saline with her teeth? Okay." Kerry crossed something out on her pad and wrote in something else.
"And then...then I buried my family and came to America," said Luka, a sorrowful expression on his face.
"Oh that's so sad," said Chuny, patting his hand. "Listen, if you ever want to talk...or anything...you just give me a call." She quickly scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. Kissing him quickly on the cheek, she headed back to work.
Luka waited until she was out of sight before grinning widely and punching the air in jubilation. Let's see, he thought to himself as he carefully put Chuny's piece of paper in the pocket of his lab-coat, tucking it neatly with all the others, three ER nurses, two from OB, and that scrub nurse called Shirley. "I should have tried this a long time ago," he said to himself as he headed down the hall.
"So she took your thermometer and stuck it where?" There was a muffled reply. "I hope she didn't break it," said Kerry. There was an indignant yelp. "Well they're expensive..."
Peter was standing at the admit desk when Cleo came up to him and threw her arms around. Kissing him on the cheek, she said, "Oh Peter, that was so sweet of you...the roses and the chocolate...I can't believe it...and here was me thinking you'd forgotten about Valentines Day."
Peter's jaw dropped as Cleo went on, "And I just know that the dinner is going to be wonderful," she said.
"Dinner?" yelped Peter.
"Why yes...the dinner you promised me in the card," said Cleo, a puzzled expression appearing on her face.
"Oh yeah...the dinner," said Peter. "Yeah...it'll be good...um, can you just excuse me for one minute..." He kissed Cleo quickly on the cheek and set off for the lounge at a run.
Jing-Mei watched him scurry away before turning to Cleo. "Dr. Benton got you flowers and chocolates and he's taking you out to dinner?"
"Hell no," said Cleo. "I knew he'd never think of doing anything like that, so I sent them to myself...now he's probably ringing round all the restaurants trying to book a table for two." She smiled smugly.
"Girl, I like your style," said Jing-Mei admiringly.
"So after I put his details onto the computer, I just checked to see if he had a criminal record," said Frank to Luka.
"You checked to see whether the Bishop had a criminal record?" asked Luka, shocked.
"Well, yeah," said Frank. "I mean, those guys go round wearing dresses all the time...you can't be too careful."
The Bishop looked at Luka and then looked at Frank before saying, "That'll do pig."
"So after she pulled out the thermometer, she did what?" asked Kerry. There was a barely audible reply. "She did what with the sternal saw?"