| [Log] Benson/McKay, good-bye UST |
[02 Jan 2006|11:41pm] |
Real obligations. It was something that Benson had forgotten at NJ General. There just really weren't as many as there were in Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital. But either way, after being there for 3 whole days, he was getting used to the flood of paperwork. It came over him in tidings and waves and washed him over with a polite and rather comforting, cleansing feeling.
And although it had been 3 days, which could seem little to some, a lot to others, he hadn't seen anyone familiar. He wasn't avoiding them. It was just that he wasn't making an effort to search them out. After all, he'd left so abruptly and so shortly without notice and goodbyes. It was embarrassing. And maybe just wasn't right. He told himself he was just here for work, and then he'd leave again. ( So the idea was to just pretend to be invisible or somethingCollapse )
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| New York, New York -- Audrey + Peter |
[02 Jan 2006|08:24pm] |
Every December 31st, New York City was THE place to be. The lights, the confetti, the people, the kissing, the chill in the air, and the excitement permeated across the world. And Peter arranged so that he and Audrey could be a part of it.
Not having been in the Big Apple for over a decade, Audrey had no clue what to expect. She also had no clue what their time in the city would bring them--only knew of the show that they'd see: "The Producers" with Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick.
Now with that expected event was over, ( Audrey's nerves returned full-force...Collapse )
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| Hello, I remember you... |
[29 Dec 2005|02:03am] |
Stepping up to the doors of Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital, Elliot Benson's head tilted slightly as his eyes wandered along the familiar glass that brought back so many familiar memories. He gave an exhale, running a hand through his almost non-existant hair. He gave a small sad smile about how he'd simply transferred away from here, never expecting to return. And not even saying goodbye -- something he realized he truly regretted. But he'd walked away from the countless breakdowns, the pointless angst, the craziness of things that didn't make up doctor characteristics.
To stand on his two feet finally. To finally not be constantly be supported by his friends and family...it was something he had never wanted. He shut his eyes and gave a slight chuckle. The fact was, he'd returned temporarily. Cuddy had sent him an email requesting a consult on a particular case. And at first he had thought about refusing. He was settled in his new hopsital.
But he didn't. Because of a few things.
( Some memories just couldn't be forgotten.Collapse )
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| A Quick Break -- Peter + Audrey |
[12 Dec 2005|10:41pm] |
With the words to Audrey's message still readable in his mind, Peter was on his way to his "lunch break," which he'd been able to save, thanks to some Christmas cookies. It was a journey of a few minutes to Neurology. He spotted Audrey through the door to the lounge, while he was still around the corner. Her back was to him. Grinning, Peter tiptoed behind her and slipped his hands over her eyes.
"Guess who," he said, kissing the corner of her jaw.
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| Old Friends [ Helene + Kai ] |
[14 Nov 2005|09:43pm] |
She wasn't really sure how long she put it off: a couple of hours... a couple of days. When Helene finally found herself at Kai's door, she was surprised she'd made it that far. And she probably only knocked because she knew it would have been childish to turn back. Immature. She was a new woman now.
Once again.
A little lonely, maybe... but surviving.
She didn't really pay attention to whether or not he responded to her knocking, so Helene knocked a second time. It would be good to talk to Kai. It was always good to talk to Kai.
"Kai?"
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| Hello Again [Peter & Audrey] |
[08 Nov 2005|02:40pm] |
After spending two weeks in Connecticut burying her late mother and helping settle her affairs, Audrey was quite tired. Not only that, but filled with regret and guilt. Spending two straight weeks with her estranged father didn't make things any better. Her normally cool-headed and soft-hearted father--ever since entering widowhood--started to show cracks in his temper. Tension built and built until they broke into shouting fits.
One thing he said that she'd never forget... "You're headed towards and early and very lonely grave."
And that was exactly why instead of heading straight to her apartment after driving five traffic-filled hours on the turnpike, she found herself ( walking the hallway towards Peter's...Collapse )
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| All in the Family (Julie/Wilson/etc.) |
[05 Nov 2005|03:27pm] |
"I assure you, Mr. Alton, Gynecomastia is a perfectly common thing." Julie found herself saying for the fourteenth time. Richard Alton, still clinging to his newspaper and sitting next to his embarrassed looking son, looked as if he still didn't understand.
"It's just a bit of extra tissue, probably due to puberty... His body is probably just producing more estrogen right now. It will level out within the next few years. If you'd prefer to get rid of it immediately, I can refer you to a good cosmetic surgeon."
Mr. Alton blinked.
"Ok..." he replied, looking overwhelmed. Julie felt for the boy... she could only imagine how much torture he had gone through about his problem.
"Great." she said, "If you could wait here for a minute, I'll have someone bring you that information, and give me a call if you have any questions."
Her lab coat made a little 'swoosh' as she turned and left the room. The hall was crowded, but considering it was a Saturday, there was no surprise. It seemed like everyone was out injuring themselves on Friday nights, and most of them didn't have the sense to come in until late Saturday. She placed her clipboard on the nurse's station counter, and smiled as she looked out into the waiting room to see a familiar face.
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| But...I'm Really Not a Doctor... [OPEN] |
[27 Oct 2005|03:20pm] |
It was after lunch, and Kat was returning to her desk after being in the cafeteria. She was dressed in black slacks and a button down shirt, covered by a suit jacket. It was perfect weather for such attire, and she felt more professional and confident as she walked down the hallway.
The Main Floor of the hospital was incredibly busy and Kat had to weave her way through the crowd of people to get to her office. It appeared that the clinic waiting room did not have enough space to hold everyone. PPTH had advertised having flu shots available so this was probably the reason for the crowd.
"Excuse me. Sorry." She said as she squeezed past people.
As she approached the outer doors to Cuddy's office, a man tapped her on the shoulder. Startled, Kat turned around with a questioning look just in time to see the man vomit blood all over the floor. Kat's face immediately turned pale and she felt her own stomach lurch. After all, witnessing somebody puke was one thing, but puking blood? Yuck!
"Help me." The man said, as he wobbled around on his legs. Kat wondered if he was going to black out.
"I'm sorry." She replied in a sheepish voice, "But I'm not a doctor..."
Obviously the commotion of somebody vomiting blood in the middle of the Clinic reception area wasn't going to be hard to miss. The nursing station had dispatched the janitorial staff and was trying to locate a doctor staffing the clinic.
"Please. Help me." The man reached out a bloody hand to Kat and attempted to grab on to her to stop himself from falling over. Instead he was successful in pulling Kat down to the floor with him. (Thankfully not into the bloody vomit!) The man had passed out, fainted, whatever, and Kat was now pinned underneath him.
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| Late-Night Research [OPEN] |
[25 Oct 2005|11:47am] |
As soon as Jake's shift was over and he managed to finally get out of the ER, he went to the cafeteria for the open space and the tables. Getting out his laptop and turning it on, he set a small stack of thick books he checked out of the local library down next to it with a quieted grunt.
He flipped through page after page online and through the books, trying in vain to find something that might explain Adeline's condition and hopefulyl come up with a course of action. The previous three nights came up empty, why should tonight be any different?
His shoulders slumped in tiredness and his heavy eyes kept blinking themselves open. He occasionally sipped on his cold coffee--coffee he never liked to drink--hoping he'd be able to stay awake for at least a couple more hours.
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| Auditions [Peter & Saunders] |
[19 Oct 2005|01:53pm] |
After seeing about four bassist candidates, the Sound Check Revolution sat around waiting for the next person to show up. Saunders lounged on the couch, her long, bare legs draped over Kenny's (the guitarist) lap as he strummed a few scattered chords on his guitar. The drummer, Brent, tired from the round of auditions with how hard he drums, sat in an armchair, his head tilted back as he rested up for the next set.
Kenny stopped strumming and gently glided his guitar pick up Saunders' leg, ( Seriously? Someone from the hospital is coming to audition?Collapse )
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| Lunch, anyone? [OPEN] |
[11 Oct 2005|01:10pm] |
It was lunch time, or close enough to it anyway. The PPTH cafeteria was always crowded during the noon hour, so finding an unoccupied table was difficult. After shuffling through the food line, Kat made her way to a mostly unoccupied spot. She smiled politely at the persons on the other end of the table and sat down.
Unpacking her turkey sandwich from its wrapper, she took a few bites and then pulled out a book from her purse. She was reading ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’, having never read it while growing up. A loud clatter echoed through the drone of conversations, and Kat looked up to see that someone had dropped their tray of food. There was a smattering of applause, presumably from people who knew the tray-dropper, but otherwise the cafeteria quickly returned to its normal volume. Kat opened her bag of pretzels and resumed reading her book.
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| Check-Up - [Adeline & Jake] |
[10 Oct 2005|12:39am] |
Slightly aggrivated he hadn't heard a peep from House's office, Jake made his way to Adeline's room. Without a patient hand-off, she was still his responsibility and dammit if he wasn't going to give up on any patient of his. Her symptoms ran through his head, like some demonic mnemonic; a puzzle he couldn't figure out. Nothing fit. Nothing could explain. Nothing could diagnose. Exactly why he needed a diagnostician. Well, more for Adeline's sake than his.
He wondered what the scene would be like in there once in her room, how Adeline would be. Would she be pallid, sleep-, and oxygen-deprived, or would she have a slightly better color? Would she be coughing up blood, half a lung, or had her coughing subsided by some miraculous chance? Jake had to quit wondering and just enter. The labcoat he was wearing stood for something. It acted as a barrier between getting too personally attached to patients and doctors' psyches. However--being an ER doc--Jake had never had a long-term patient. ...And, on top of that, searching for any family was proving quite difficult for some reason.
Jake shook away all those thoughts as he gently knocked on her door and pushed it slowly open, just in case she happened to be asleep. She had all ready been through so much and had quite a road ahead of her. Adeline could definitely use all the rest she could scrape together.
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