Shannon sighed as her beeper chirped. She was hoping that things would stay quiet in the ER until her relief came, but it seemed that was not to be. All she wanted to do was put this last hour in and head down to the nearby pub, Code Blue, for a quick drink. She hear rumors that her favorite actor, Colin Farrell, had been frequenting the establishment practically every night since shooting on his new film had begun. Just as she was slipping her lab coat on, the door to the lounge swung open and Cassie stuck her head in. Cassie was the ER charge nurse, and one of the few people Shannon felt comfortable enough with to share her little passion for the Irish hottie with. They had discussed at length what they would love to do with Colin if they ever had the chance.
"You will not, and I repeat, not believe who was just brought into bay 2. I think you'll be wanting to run a comb through your hair..."
Shannon grabbed the brush from the ledge. Now who could possibly be there? Maybe that cute paramedic she had met last week...
"This better be damn good, Cassie. My week off starts in 1 hour, and I don't wanna be here all night!"
Not to worry, looks like a simple lac, probably won't take you more than 5 minutes."
"Then why the hell don't you do it? Surely you don't need a PA to do a simple suturing job."
Cassie grinned. "Well, I think you better take a look at the patient. Seriously."
Shannon slipped her long auburn curls back into a messy ponytail and followed Cassie out of the lounge. As she passed the nurse's station she grabbed the chart and flung the door to bay 2 open.
The chart clattered to the floor when she realized whom the brown haired man sitting on the litter holding a towel and ice to his head was. Cassie was right behind Shannon.
"Oh, damn, I'm sorry."
She bent down to retrieve the clipboard and papers, glaring at Cassie who was having trouble containing her laughter. She could at least have given her a hint that the man who was the center of all her latest sexual fantasies was waiting in the bay.
"Everything all right down there, ladies?"
Shannon shivered at the sound of that sexy voice.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Farrell. My name is Shannon Neumann, and I'm a physician's assistant."
Colin took a good look at the very attractive woman standing beside the litter he was reclining on.
"Pleased to meet you, Shannon. Call me Colin, okay? Although I can honestly say I wish I was meeting you in far different circumstances."
Shannon felt a thrill running through her. He was so damn good looking on the screen, but up close...careful now...stay professional...
"Let's have a look here." She leaned forward, taking Colin's face in her hands and tilting it down so she could examine the cut closer.
"A small laceration, shouldn't take more than 5 or 6 stitches to close."
She stood back, smiling at Colin. "Dare I ask how this happened?"
"Well, we were shooting a fight scene, and I simply stepped in when I should have stepped back, and a prop chair winged me."
"No dizziness? Didn't pass out? Didn't get knocked out?"
Colin shook his head as he watched her slip out of her lab coat. Her old green scrubs fit her like a glove, and Colin, not one to pass up an opportunity to look at a pretty girl, was admiring her curvy shape. She and Cassie quickly assembled the equipment needed to take care of the wound. Cassie noticed how Colin ogled her friend. Good, she thought, Shannon needs a bit of a fling...
Shannon carefully tended to the small laceration near the scalp, gently cleaning then suturing the wound.
Even though it was a bit painful, Colin couldn't take his eyes off this woman. He took every chance he could to peer down the low scrub top she wore. So intrigued was he by the soft swell of her breasts he didn't even hear her when she said she was finished with the cut and was sending him to have an x-ray just to be safe.
"Colin? Did you hear me? I'm sending you for an x-ray."
