Hi out there. This is a little story I thought of and I hope you guys like it. Please use your imagination to finish it.
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Dr. Shawnee Davis ran from the ladies dressing room and towards the emergency room as fast as she could go, hoping Dr. Weller hadn't already assigned the incoming trauma to someone. She hadn't been the lead on a trauma in over a week and Shawnee was starting to get pissed off.
Two weeks ago, Shawnee and another intern got in a heated argument over a patient not being covered while being examined. Shawnee made it a point to ensure that everyone who came into the E R was treated with dignity and that all patient rights were followed to the letter. After the loud yelling match in the middle of the E R, Shawnee was reprimanded and informed that if it happened again, she be released from the intern program.
She walked around the corner and to her dismay, there lay a man, completely uncovered and in full view of anyone that walked by. 'Damn it!' she growled in a low voice as she grabbed the bloodstained sheet, jerking it over his groining, noticing his legs were amputated.
'Davis, look over his head and see how many stitches it needs.' Dr. Weller ordered as he rushed into the room, slipping on his lab jacket, hoping that she'd say just one word about the man not being covered. He wanted her out of the program for two reasons. The first was, she was smarter than he and all the other interns put together and, the night he asked her to fuck, and she kneed him in the balls.
Shawnee walked to the man's head and gently caressed a spot that wasn't bleeding. 'Hey sweetie,' she smiled, sitting on a small chair next to the gurney and saw that his arms were also deformed. 'Other than being here,' she smiled bigger, hoping to distract him from all the tests, poking and prodding. 'How ya doing on this beautiful Friday night?' Shawnee asked with more concern than normal as she pushed back her short and curly blonde hair. This poor guy had enough wrong with him and now, he had to deal with being hit by a car too.
He looked up to her, trying to clear his mind of all the pain and couldn't believe his eyes. 'You're beautiful!' he said in a weak voice, trying to smile for the gorgeous, young doctor. 'I've had better nights,' he added looking into her soft and loving green eyes.
Shawnee heard him and couldn't help but smiling more. 'Thank you!' she said feeling her face turning red. 'I'll do my best to make it all better,' she added in a soft voice, hoping she didn't start crying. She'd seen so many horrible things over the last three years, but this broke her heart. How anyone could hit a guy in a wheelchair and just leave him lying in the street was beyond her.
'That'd be nice,' he whispered, watching her dabbing his head with a large piece of gauze. 'You're the first one in here, to even ask how I am,' he added and started to forget some of the pain.
'You'll have to forgive them. They don't have much compassion for anyone,' she replied looking up to see everyone giving her nothing but hateful stares and she didn't care because it was true. Dr. Weller didn't bother with any type of bedside manors and he didn't care if any of the interns did either and it pissed Shawnee off. To her, being a doctor meant more than just fixing someone up and shoving them out the door. She thought there should be more kindness and consideration shown to the people they treated.
He couldn't help but laugh. 'I know that's true. I've seen enough doctors in my time and 99 percent of them are nothing but rude assholes,' he laughed again, watching the young girl covering her mouth, holding in a laugh of her own.
'I try my best to be different. I think everyone deserves kindness, no matter what,' she smiled, wanting to hug the great looking man and show him that she really did care. 'So, do you remember what happened?' Shawnee asked, preparing to stitch the very large gash in his head.
He thought for a few seconds, watching her concentrate on opening some medical crap. 'I was working at my computer, discovered that I was out of cigarettes and went to the store to get a pack. The next thing I know,' he paused, watching her looking at him, feeling that she did care about people and that it wasn't just an act. 'I'm lying in the middle of the street,' he laughed, hoping that the cops caught the person that hit him.
'Poor baby,' she said putting out her lip, wishing she could hug him. 'Do you need us to call your wife or girlfriend?' Shawnee asked, looking into his dark eyes, wondering if he was single and all alone. He seemed to be a great guy and most likely had women lining up to go out with him.
He laughed again and replied, 'No, there's not many girls that'll go out with a guy as messed up as I am,' he smiled, wishing he had a girl like her in his life. 'Oh, by the way I'm Caleb,' he said trying to lift his arm and a massive rush of pain like he'd never known, shot through his body. 'Fuck!' he yelled trying to sit up and look, but the pretty doctor quickly pushed him back down.
'You do not want to see that. Your arm is broken pretty bad,' she said, watching hurt covering his very handsome face. 'Don't worry, we have a great bone doctor on call tonight and he'll fix it as good as new.' Shawnee said in a soothing voice, knowing that with his arm being broken, life was going to be a lot tougher. 'Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Shawnee,' she smiled as she couldn't help caressing the side of his face.
'Her real name is.' Dr. Weller quickly said in a cold voice, wondering just what she was doing. She had no business telling anyone her first name, let alone a patient. She was a doctor and that was supposed to demand some respect. 'Dr. Davis!' he added, jamming an x-ray up on the viewer, wishing he could let her go and been done with her once and for all.
'Damn, what an ass!' Caleb said watching Shawnee quickly covering her mouth, trying to hold back a laugh. 'Some people can be so rude,' he added looking towards the hateful doctor, wondering what his problem was.
