Post by Callie Black on Jan 20, 2007 10:57:45 GMT -5
Callie peered around the edge of the door, looking around her. She wasn't sure whether Harry would appreciate her turning up like this. Well, if she was honest, she knew he wouldn't. Still, it wasn't like he had a choice. That mean old bastard. He was not going to get away with this. How could he expect to just drop that bombshell on her as he rushed off to surgery this morning? If ever any man needed a good slap...
She started walking down the gleaming white corridor. Aah... that hospital smell. How she loved it. The air was rife with dis-infectant. Still, it could be worse. Thank god this hospital was modern. She hated the old buildings. They definitely smell the worse. Try as they might, the cleaners just couldn't get rid of the musty smell- and, boy, musty did not work well with dis-infectant.
Suddenly, Callum fell out of one of the wards. "Callie?" he said, straightening up and smiling sheepishly.
"Callum," she said sweetly. "Have you seen Harry?"
Callum's face fell. "Oh, god, what's he done now?"
"Never you mind," she said with a sigh. "Just tell me where he is."
"Uh uh," he said, snapping his fingers. She groaned. Callum really loved to play the stereotypical gay at the best of times. "Sorry, Cal, I could lose my job."
"Don't be ridic- " she started, then rolled her eyes. "You won't. You're forgetting my amazing ability to strike fear into men."
He grinned. "Oh so modest."
"Please, Cal?" she said, clasping her hands together, and fluttering her eyelashes. "Perdy please? For me?"
He sighed dramatically. "My god, you shall be the death of me. Right, he's in there, dealing with a patient, explaining all that heart transplant thing." He lowered his voice. "Waste of time, that guy ain't going to go through with it. I think he's ready to die. Have you heard what his wife put him through?!"
"As much as I like to keep up with gossip round the ward," sighed Callie, "I just wanna see Harry."
"Bore," muttered Callum, looking down at his clip-board and hurrying on down the hall.
She shook her head, and sat down in one of the blue chairs outside the door. She could just about make out the faint outline of Harry as he stood over his patient. She smiled to herself. Harry was so patient, so kind and caring. She knew that he was probably the sweetest guy that ever lived.
And she was going to kill him.
Finally the door opened and Harry came out, looking back to call to his patient. "Hopefully, Mr Leonard, you now understand the full risks of the operation and will make the right decision."
"Aw, phooey!" came the grumpy cry of the patient. "S'all talk! You jus' are usin' me for your big cheque to bring home to your wife!"
Harry snorted. "Sir, be grateful you haven't met my wife. I can assure you, no matter how many paycheques I brought home, it wouldn't make the slightest difference."
Callie snarled, jumping up in his way. Harry turned around and groaned. "Oh god..."
"Hello, honey," she said. "So nice to hear you talk of me in such a flattering manner."
"Look, Callie," he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her along. "Can't this wait? I've got a open heart surgery at 1.15pm, and- "
"No!" she cried, pulling her arm back and glaring up at him. "No, it cannot wait! Harry, we're talking about our daughter- "
"So I forgot!" he cried. "Big deal! She'll hardly notice."
Callie's eyes narrowed. "There Lisa is, standing on stage in front of all those people, looking for the love and support of her parents- "
"She's 3 years old!" he said. "She won't even remember- "
"That's not the point, Harry," moaned Callie. "We're meant to be loving and supportive to her from a young age- and yet you'd rather go and drink in a pub with your mates!"
"Honey," he said irritably. "This is the game. I hardly ever go out anymore- this is a special occasion. You said I could go out on football nights. You said."
"If you promised to stay behind on special occasions, like our anniversary, or a birthday- "
"Lisa is 3! This isn't even a real play- "
"This is a special acting event set up by her nursery school- and they've invited parents to come round and watch their children work and act and sing together in a special, cute little- "
"She's dressing up as a tree!" moaned Harry, slapping his head.
"Don't you think she wants to know that we love her, and that she's the best damn tree there ever- "
"Callie, I'm going," he sighed, turning. "We'll discuss this later. You should go and attend to your patients too."
"Fine!" she snapped. "I will!" She stopped, breathing hard, then gathered her wits. "It's very sweet, the whole idea..."
"What?"
"It's for charity, right? Oh, can you imagine? I think they've been teaching them about Queen Elizabeth the First."
"Extremely advanced for a nursery school."
"A private nursery school! That's what they do! They give our kids a head-start in life."
"I'm all for that, but they are 3 and 4 year olds."
"Think how much it means to them," she smiled. "They get to dress up and be in a play- just like the grown-ups!"
Harry groaned. "You're not going to drop this, are you?"
She smiled sweetly. "Nope."
"I'll come if you let me go out next Wednesday," he offered.
"Oh, Harry!" she laughed, hugging him tightly. "Yes, of course! Lisa will be thrilled."
He laughed, bending down and kissing her. "You wicked woman."
"It's why you married me," she grinned.
She turned on her heel, and trotted down the hall, glowing. Persistance. Most women would just give up. But not her. She almost always got her way. And when she didn't, Harry went for a good two weeks without sex...
Hey, all's fair in love and war.
She started walking down the gleaming white corridor. Aah... that hospital smell. How she loved it. The air was rife with dis-infectant. Still, it could be worse. Thank god this hospital was modern. She hated the old buildings. They definitely smell the worse. Try as they might, the cleaners just couldn't get rid of the musty smell- and, boy, musty did not work well with dis-infectant.
Suddenly, Callum fell out of one of the wards. "Callie?" he said, straightening up and smiling sheepishly.
"Callum," she said sweetly. "Have you seen Harry?"
Callum's face fell. "Oh, god, what's he done now?"
"Never you mind," she said with a sigh. "Just tell me where he is."
"Uh uh," he said, snapping his fingers. She groaned. Callum really loved to play the stereotypical gay at the best of times. "Sorry, Cal, I could lose my job."
"Don't be ridic- " she started, then rolled her eyes. "You won't. You're forgetting my amazing ability to strike fear into men."
He grinned. "Oh so modest."
"Please, Cal?" she said, clasping her hands together, and fluttering her eyelashes. "Perdy please? For me?"
He sighed dramatically. "My god, you shall be the death of me. Right, he's in there, dealing with a patient, explaining all that heart transplant thing." He lowered his voice. "Waste of time, that guy ain't going to go through with it. I think he's ready to die. Have you heard what his wife put him through?!"
"As much as I like to keep up with gossip round the ward," sighed Callie, "I just wanna see Harry."
"Bore," muttered Callum, looking down at his clip-board and hurrying on down the hall.
She shook her head, and sat down in one of the blue chairs outside the door. She could just about make out the faint outline of Harry as he stood over his patient. She smiled to herself. Harry was so patient, so kind and caring. She knew that he was probably the sweetest guy that ever lived.
And she was going to kill him.
Finally the door opened and Harry came out, looking back to call to his patient. "Hopefully, Mr Leonard, you now understand the full risks of the operation and will make the right decision."
"Aw, phooey!" came the grumpy cry of the patient. "S'all talk! You jus' are usin' me for your big cheque to bring home to your wife!"
Harry snorted. "Sir, be grateful you haven't met my wife. I can assure you, no matter how many paycheques I brought home, it wouldn't make the slightest difference."
Callie snarled, jumping up in his way. Harry turned around and groaned. "Oh god..."
"Hello, honey," she said. "So nice to hear you talk of me in such a flattering manner."
"Look, Callie," he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her along. "Can't this wait? I've got a open heart surgery at 1.15pm, and- "
"No!" she cried, pulling her arm back and glaring up at him. "No, it cannot wait! Harry, we're talking about our daughter- "
"So I forgot!" he cried. "Big deal! She'll hardly notice."
Callie's eyes narrowed. "There Lisa is, standing on stage in front of all those people, looking for the love and support of her parents- "
"She's 3 years old!" he said. "She won't even remember- "
"That's not the point, Harry," moaned Callie. "We're meant to be loving and supportive to her from a young age- and yet you'd rather go and drink in a pub with your mates!"
"Honey," he said irritably. "This is the game. I hardly ever go out anymore- this is a special occasion. You said I could go out on football nights. You said."
"If you promised to stay behind on special occasions, like our anniversary, or a birthday- "
"Lisa is 3! This isn't even a real play- "
"This is a special acting event set up by her nursery school- and they've invited parents to come round and watch their children work and act and sing together in a special, cute little- "
"She's dressing up as a tree!" moaned Harry, slapping his head.
"Don't you think she wants to know that we love her, and that she's the best damn tree there ever- "
"Callie, I'm going," he sighed, turning. "We'll discuss this later. You should go and attend to your patients too."
"Fine!" she snapped. "I will!" She stopped, breathing hard, then gathered her wits. "It's very sweet, the whole idea..."
"What?"
"It's for charity, right? Oh, can you imagine? I think they've been teaching them about Queen Elizabeth the First."
"Extremely advanced for a nursery school."
"A private nursery school! That's what they do! They give our kids a head-start in life."
"I'm all for that, but they are 3 and 4 year olds."
"Think how much it means to them," she smiled. "They get to dress up and be in a play- just like the grown-ups!"
Harry groaned. "You're not going to drop this, are you?"
She smiled sweetly. "Nope."
"I'll come if you let me go out next Wednesday," he offered.
"Oh, Harry!" she laughed, hugging him tightly. "Yes, of course! Lisa will be thrilled."
He laughed, bending down and kissing her. "You wicked woman."
"It's why you married me," she grinned.
She turned on her heel, and trotted down the hall, glowing. Persistance. Most women would just give up. But not her. She almost always got her way. And when she didn't, Harry went for a good two weeks without sex...
Hey, all's fair in love and war.