Apologies for any medical inaccuracies (I'm not a doctor)
Apologies for any cultural inaccuracies (I'm not American)
No apologies for spelling or grammar (that's Bill Gates fault cause I used his spell-checker)
Following in ElaineMc's footsteps (with her kind permission), I've written some 'Christmas snippets' from the ER. Since this is supposed to be a 'fun-fic', I've pretty much ignored most of season 7, with one or two exceptions.
"C'mon Randi, you promised," said Dave.
"Do the words 'no way in hell', mean anything to you Malucci?" asked Randi, with menace in her voice.
"Go on Randi," said Amira, smirking. "After all, a promise is a promise."
Randi glared at her. "Yeah, Randi," said Dave. "You promised you'd kiss me under the mistletoe, if I got your car running, and I did."
"That," said Randi, deliberately, "Was before I saw you hang the mistletoe on your belt buckle."
Haleh and Conni stood back as Elizabeth emerged from the toilet cubicle wiping her mouth.
"You okay, honey?" asked Haleh, with concern.
"Whoever named this 'morning sickness' should be sued under the trade descriptions act," moaned Elizabeth. "I've been puking my guts up all day."
"Don't worry," said Conni. "It should ease up in a few more weeks. Just hang in there." She patted Elizabeth reassuringly on the shoulder, and received a wan smile in return.
"Yeah," said Haleh. "A couple of more weeks and all you'll have to worry about is cravings."
Elizabeth looked at Haleh suspiciously as she continued. "With my first, all I wanted was chocolate ice cream."
"That doesn't sound too bad," said Elizabeth.
"Chocolate ice cream on top of potatoes," continued Haleh.
"Oh please," said Conni, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I sent Lenny out at three in the morning to get me a blueberry muffin. And then I poured ketchup all over it."
Elizabeth made a strangled noise and ran back into the cubicle. Haleh and Conni 'high-fived' each other.
"Go away Carter," said Benton, sitting on the bench in the surgeons changing rooms. His voice muffled by the towel draped over his head.
"But I'm really, really sorry," said Carter apologetically. "I thought it was Malucci's bag I put the bottle in. I never meant for you to use it."
"Just go away Carter," said Benton, standing up and removing the towel.
Carter tried to suppress a smile at the sight of Benton standing there with bleached hair. "It'll grow out in a few weeks," he said, helplessly as Benton glared at him.
"Carter," said Benton, "Go - away."
"You look good as a blond," said Carter, before beating a hasty retreat.
"Here's my contribution for the Christmas party," said Chuny, dropping a large biscuit tin on the counter.
"What did you bring?" asked Amira; as she pried open the lid.
"Gingerbread men," said Chuny.
"Shouldn't that be 'Gingerbread persons'?" asked Yosh.
"Uh-uh," said Chuny, "These guys are definitely men."
"Oh my," said Yosh, his eyes widening as he looked in the tin. "They certainly are."
Abby stood in front of Kerry, staring at the floor.
"You were in charge of the patient throughout?" said Kerry, tapping her crutch impatiently.
"Yes," said Abby, not looking up.
"You did a complete examination, sent off the required labs and wrote up the notes?"
"Uh-uh," nodded Abby.
"Then would you mind explaining to me exactly how Mr. Scott ended up on the OB ward awaiting a c-section," said Kerry.
THE END (well for now anyway)
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