Goodbye Kiss

7. Rock, Paper, Scissors

Rock, Paper, Scissors
Season 7 x 11

"so, you relapsed the other day?"
i leaned over the admit desk, scribbling into a chart.
"quiet down" carter sternly said
he shook his head "i did not"
"right"
he stood up straight, i kept making notes.
"believe what you want, gianna"
"you should tell weaver" i smiled, he rolled his eyes.
"you sound like abby"
"or maybe i just sound like a logical person" i shrugged
"alright"
"what if she throws me out of here?"
"why would she?"
"because i'm sick"
"if she throws you out of here, you'll have all of us to make a big deal out of it"
"we'll make her life a living hell" i smirked
"so bad she'll have no choice but to hire you back here"
"i really want to be rehired out of pity?" he groaned
"whatever you want to call it"
i stood up.
"god, stop sweating it"
"you act weird when your nervous"
"weird?"
i raised an eyebrow
"yes"
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"thoracotomy kit, et tube, sc-" i mumbled
"are you talking to yourself?" abby laughed
"just keeping track of all this stuff" i sighed, scribbling on a piece of paper.
"your stomach ache patient is looking for you"
i turned my head "anything wrong with him?"
"says he wants to go home"
"don't we all" i smiled
"not in the mood today?"
"haven't been in awhile"
i tilted my head "i know you have, though"
"there are rumours going around" i smirked
"you and luka are dating?"
"i guess you could say that" she smiled
"you like him, huh?"
she raised her eyebrows.
"who wouldn't"
"i think you're putting me in a worse mood" i frowned
she shrugged her shoulders
"what about you and carter?"
"huh?" i laughed
me, and carter?

"so, mr, henderson, what's wrong?"
"i called you over here thirty minutes ago"
"well, i was busy"
"busy doing that?"
"i saw you talking to that doctor"
"about another patient" i smiled
"whatever" he scoffed
"i wanna go home"
i waved my hand in the air.
"you're labs aren't back yet"
"well, i feel fine"
"really?" i smiled
"so, that level 10 stomach ache isn't a problem anymore?"
"i went to the bathroom" he mumbled
"right" i smiled
"the doctor still needs to look at those labs" i whispered

"did you do it yet?" i asked carter, who passed by me in the hall.
"do what?"
"hm, i wonder" i said sarcastically.
"telling weaver you relapsed?" i shrugged
he stopped walking.
"no"
"i get why you're nervous but, i think it's the right thing for you to do"
"i know it is"
"then, do it"
he rolled his eyes "i will"
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"you saw the doctor?" i asked my patient
"yeah and nothings wrong with me"
i signed his chart
"well, lucky for you"
"can i get out of here"
"yes, you can" i nodded
"it's about time"
"before you come in here again, maybe try the bathroom first"
"you don't think i know that?"
"alright mr. henderson" i sighed
"you have a good night"
i held the door open for him and watched him walk out to the front of the hospital.
i walked out to the admit desk.
"god, i wanna get out of here" i groaned, running a hand through my hair.
"don't we all" luka said
i tossed the chart on the desk.
"bad day for you too?"
"yeah, something like that" he sighed, shaking his head.

a/n: hey! i haven't done many authors notes throughout this fic. but, i just want to say, hi! i really hope you are enjoying this story so far. i have so so so (literally so many) more parts for you to read and i'm so excited for you to see them! if i'm just estimating.. i think i'll definitely be done writing this fic by the end of the summer. at least, i hope. like i said.. it's long.
the reason why i wanted to jump on here and post something, was because i wanted to let you know this fic is going to be a slow burn.
i'm so sorry for that. everything should be picked up and gone quickly by the end of april, though. we just have to power through the long slow burn. i actually never realized how slow this fic was until i was editing it.
nonetheless, im really happy with it and i know that this will all go by really fast!!
xx and thank you for reading.
votes & comments are BEYOND appreciated<3