Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 28, 2007 11:04:48 GMT -5
Today was the first day of Amélie's othopedic rotation, and she and Jake were waiting outside the ward waiting for their temporary resident.
"This is a great omen," Jake was grumbling. "The new resident is late. What's his name again?"
"Dr. Jonathan Watson," Amélie said. "I love the fact that he's so punctual, I really do."
"Oooh, and now he faces the wrath of Amélie Grey. I'm so glad I'm always on time," Jake said, giving her a sideways glance.
"And you're trying to flirt with me when you are going out with my vet. How nice of you," she said, giving him a sideways glance.
"You don't seem to mind though."
"I don't," she smiled, before noticing a person walking swiftly up the corridor.
It was Adam.
"Adam?" she called.
He spotted her and Jake. "Hey Amélie! Why aren't you guys doing anything?"
"Our resident is late," Jake said darkly.
"Dr. Sharp?"
"Dr. Watson," Amélie corrected. "He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago."
Adam frowned. "That's not good. Did you page him?"
"We don't have his pager number."
"I'll page him now," he said, taking out his pager. "I can't believe he kept you guys waiting."
"It's alright," Jake said. "It gives us time to do nothing, but it would come in a lot more useful on a night shift."
Adam laughed. "Where are Andrew and Rob?"
"Andrew is performing a surgery, and Sharp is pissed at Rob for jinxing the ER yesterday so she's teamed up with Dr. Mulhern. He's on the vagina parade now," Jake grinned.
Amélie laughed. Dr. Mulhern was a gynecologist and neonatal surgeon, and she was now making Rob's life a living hell. She could be lovely at times, but at others, she was very forbidding.
"I'm sure he's thrilled," Adam laughed.
"Not exactly," Jake said. "He's also really annoyed that he didn't get Mr. Jameson's surgery yesterday." He glanced at Amélie.
"Well, Amélie did an incredible job of it," Adam said, smiling at Amélie, who was internally groaning. She was fed up with him praising her. But she smiled back anyway.
"Anyway, I'll love you and leave you," he smiled. "Page me if Dr. Watson doesn't arrive within the next ten minutes."
He left, striding down the corridor.
As the door swung shut behind him, Jake let out a low whistle. "He's so into you."
Amélie frowned, unfamiliar with this phrase. "Pardon?"
"He fancies you."
Amélie laughed. "That's ridiculous!"
"No, I'm serious. Did you see how he was looking at you?"
"I didn't notice anything," she said.
"You're so unobservant," he laughed. "I think he has a thing for you."
"What is the word Sharp used? Oh yeah - bull," Amélie said.
Jake laughed. "Getting used to the lingo, I see."
"I'm getting there," she said.
"And I never talk bull. It's obvious that he likes you. Think about it."
All the compliments that Adam had given her floated into her mind. "Well what other intern on the ward was capable of it?" ..."You're the envy of all the male staff Lucas." ..."did an incredible job of it."...
"Oh," she said.
"Wow, she finally gets it!" Jake said, mock-amazed.
"Shut up," she laughed, mock-hitting him.
Adam liked her? Wow, that was weird...
Her thoughts and teasing Jake were interrupted by Dr. Watson appearing.
"I am so sorry I'm late," he apologised. "I was held up with a patient... hockey player, finger broke..."
Amélie and Jake looked at him, amused.
"Anyway, you are Amélie and Jake, right?"
"Yes," they said, standing up.
"Okay, I'm going to show you around, then you're going to clean up some cast crap, then you're going to help me fix some dislocated bones, okay?"
Amélie raised her eyebrow at Jake. This was going to be interesting....
An hour later, Amélie and Jake were in the cast room, extremely pissed off.
They had spent the past 45 minutes cleaning up casts and were sincerely angry.
"I mean, we haven't even broken any bones yet," Jake growled.
"Or fixed any. And he had the cheek to come in and yell at us for clearing up too loudly!" Amélie scowled.
Then she looked at the "cast crap" she was clearing up.
"Get me a hammer," she said.
Jake looked at her. "A hammer?"
"A hammer. Or some other destructive tool. Now!"
Confused, Jake handed her some bone-setting implement.
She raised it and whacked it down on the cast. "Wow that felt good," she breathed.
"You were pretending it was Watson's head, right?" Jake said, grabbing another tool.
"Yes. Ooooh!" she said, hitting it again. "This feels great."
Jake smashed up a cast. "Hey, that did feel good."
"And this one's Rob," she said, smashing it up. "I'm enjoying this."
They smashed up all of the casts, then looked at the mess they'd made.
"We may want to clear this up," Jake said guiltily.
"That was fun though," she said, then she caught his eye.
He grinned and then they both were rolling around laughing.
The door was being pushed open.
Amélie and Jake sobered up and started clearing the smashed up casts as fast as they could.
"Finished yet?" Watson said, coming into the room.
"Not quite," Jake said, trying not to laugh.
"Well hurry up then," Watson snapped, before walking out of the room.
Jake's jaw dropped at Watson talking to him like a teenager.
Amélie handed him the bone-setting tool.
"This is a great omen," Jake was grumbling. "The new resident is late. What's his name again?"
"Dr. Jonathan Watson," Amélie said. "I love the fact that he's so punctual, I really do."
"Oooh, and now he faces the wrath of Amélie Grey. I'm so glad I'm always on time," Jake said, giving her a sideways glance.
"And you're trying to flirt with me when you are going out with my vet. How nice of you," she said, giving him a sideways glance.
"You don't seem to mind though."
"I don't," she smiled, before noticing a person walking swiftly up the corridor.
It was Adam.
"Adam?" she called.
He spotted her and Jake. "Hey Amélie! Why aren't you guys doing anything?"
"Our resident is late," Jake said darkly.
"Dr. Sharp?"
"Dr. Watson," Amélie corrected. "He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago."
Adam frowned. "That's not good. Did you page him?"
"We don't have his pager number."
"I'll page him now," he said, taking out his pager. "I can't believe he kept you guys waiting."
"It's alright," Jake said. "It gives us time to do nothing, but it would come in a lot more useful on a night shift."
Adam laughed. "Where are Andrew and Rob?"
"Andrew is performing a surgery, and Sharp is pissed at Rob for jinxing the ER yesterday so she's teamed up with Dr. Mulhern. He's on the vagina parade now," Jake grinned.
Amélie laughed. Dr. Mulhern was a gynecologist and neonatal surgeon, and she was now making Rob's life a living hell. She could be lovely at times, but at others, she was very forbidding.
"I'm sure he's thrilled," Adam laughed.
"Not exactly," Jake said. "He's also really annoyed that he didn't get Mr. Jameson's surgery yesterday." He glanced at Amélie.
"Well, Amélie did an incredible job of it," Adam said, smiling at Amélie, who was internally groaning. She was fed up with him praising her. But she smiled back anyway.
"Anyway, I'll love you and leave you," he smiled. "Page me if Dr. Watson doesn't arrive within the next ten minutes."
He left, striding down the corridor.
As the door swung shut behind him, Jake let out a low whistle. "He's so into you."
Amélie frowned, unfamiliar with this phrase. "Pardon?"
"He fancies you."
Amélie laughed. "That's ridiculous!"
"No, I'm serious. Did you see how he was looking at you?"
"I didn't notice anything," she said.
"You're so unobservant," he laughed. "I think he has a thing for you."
"What is the word Sharp used? Oh yeah - bull," Amélie said.
Jake laughed. "Getting used to the lingo, I see."
"I'm getting there," she said.
"And I never talk bull. It's obvious that he likes you. Think about it."
All the compliments that Adam had given her floated into her mind. "Well what other intern on the ward was capable of it?" ..."You're the envy of all the male staff Lucas." ..."did an incredible job of it."...
"Oh," she said.
"Wow, she finally gets it!" Jake said, mock-amazed.
"Shut up," she laughed, mock-hitting him.
Adam liked her? Wow, that was weird...
Her thoughts and teasing Jake were interrupted by Dr. Watson appearing.
"I am so sorry I'm late," he apologised. "I was held up with a patient... hockey player, finger broke..."
Amélie and Jake looked at him, amused.
"Anyway, you are Amélie and Jake, right?"
"Yes," they said, standing up.
"Okay, I'm going to show you around, then you're going to clean up some cast crap, then you're going to help me fix some dislocated bones, okay?"
Amélie raised her eyebrow at Jake. This was going to be interesting....
An hour later, Amélie and Jake were in the cast room, extremely pissed off.
They had spent the past 45 minutes cleaning up casts and were sincerely angry.
"I mean, we haven't even broken any bones yet," Jake growled.
"Or fixed any. And he had the cheek to come in and yell at us for clearing up too loudly!" Amélie scowled.
Then she looked at the "cast crap" she was clearing up.
"Get me a hammer," she said.
Jake looked at her. "A hammer?"
"A hammer. Or some other destructive tool. Now!"
Confused, Jake handed her some bone-setting implement.
She raised it and whacked it down on the cast. "Wow that felt good," she breathed.
"You were pretending it was Watson's head, right?" Jake said, grabbing another tool.
"Yes. Ooooh!" she said, hitting it again. "This feels great."
Jake smashed up a cast. "Hey, that did feel good."
"And this one's Rob," she said, smashing it up. "I'm enjoying this."
They smashed up all of the casts, then looked at the mess they'd made.
"We may want to clear this up," Jake said guiltily.
"That was fun though," she said, then she caught his eye.
He grinned and then they both were rolling around laughing.
The door was being pushed open.
Amélie and Jake sobered up and started clearing the smashed up casts as fast as they could.
"Finished yet?" Watson said, coming into the room.
"Not quite," Jake said, trying not to laugh.
"Well hurry up then," Watson snapped, before walking out of the room.
Jake's jaw dropped at Watson talking to him like a teenager.
Amélie handed him the bone-setting tool.